Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 850 472: The Walking Lord of Death, Calamity to All Living Things_2

Hence, the Great Angel Leader Hela, who had just given birth to a child not long ago, returned to her husband's side after merely half a month of rest.
"Father, where is Hades?"
However, just as Hela returned, Iliad, who had originally been stationed at the frontline of the Plane Battlefield, also returned, having heard of his child's anomalies.
"Why have you come back? Worried I would mistreat your child?"
Seeing his eldest son return in person, Noah couldn't help but ask.
"Of course not, I just heard from Hela that Hades possesses extremely potent Death Power."
"That's correct."
"I want to see him, and experience this power for myself."
Faced with his eldest son's request, Noah would not refuse. Thus, Iliad met his child, but it was at the peak of a towering high tower, devoid of any flora or fauna, only the rumble of Steel Magic Statues maintaining the tower's operations.
Upon seeing his child's living environment, the usually kind-hearted and benevolent Iliad furrowed his brow, as to him, this was not a place for child-rearing but more like a prison cage, and his child was confined within.
"This is the most suitable environment for him thus far, no Fairy can approach him, even those who have endured my True Blood Favored cannot serve him, so he must remain in such surroundings."
Noticing the displeasure from his offspring, Noah offered an explanation.
In fact, this grandson was indeed confined like a prisoner, not only was his residence high above, isolated from the bustling world, with no living being around, it was merely filled with Steel Magic Statues controlled by the Tower Spirit Gugefer.
"I'll go in to see him."
Even though he had prior understanding, seeing his child's environment firsthand, Iliad, who grew up pampered, served by countless Fairies, and later surrounded and adored by the citizens of the Holy Dragon Land, couldn't help feeling a sense of pity and remorse.
The treatment and environment his child endured were the complete opposite extreme of what he experienced in youth, he couldn't imagine how strong his psychological resolve must be to endure such loneliness and isolation.
"Go ahead!"
Noah looked at his eldest son, gently shook his head, and reminded him,
"Remember to come out early, don't stay in there too long."
Iliad initially disregarded his father's reminder. Besides possessing the Ancestral Golden Dragon Bloodline, he also held the noble lineage of the Blazing Sky God, no Instant Death Spell could affect him.
Even if his child was as terrifying as his wife described, he could disregard it; he could fulfill his role as a father.
Iliad thought so until he set foot atop the tower, touched the ground paved with Magic Metal, and entered a Domain. The face of this Blazing Angel and Dragon's Son immediately changed.
He finally understood why his father warned him not to stay too long. In that moment, Iliad felt his Vitality draining, a series of gloomy auras, like arrows, constantly attempting to invade his flawless physique, trying to steal something from him.
"Father!"
Hades, accompanied only by a group of Alchemy Puppets, turned around joyfully upon sensing a foreign yet immensely familiar aura entering his Domain, his smooth, small face adorned with Dragon Scales brimming with joy as he accurately called out.
"Hades!"
Scanning the eight extended grey-white wings on his child's back, Iliad's face showed no reaction, instead, he opened his arms towards the staggering child who ran to him.
"Daddy!"
The natural Lord of Death soared up, leaping into his father's embrace. The warm and familiar aura made the child, who endured loneliness, softly sob,
"I missed you so much."
"Don't cry, I'm here."
Even though he felt his Vitality draining faster, Iliad's expression remained unchanged; instead, he supported Hades' bottom with one hand and lifted the other to gently stroke his head, his actions soft and tender.
"Wah wah wah..."
Hades cried continuously; on the day of his birth, both the stern grandfather and the silent mother who left soon afterward made him aware of his uniqueness.
Especially the Fairies under his grandfather's command, who dared not approach him, only looked at him with eyes filled with fear, as though watching a monster that could lose control at any moment, even the powerful Dragon Guards avoided contacting him.
He was like a walking taboo, an untouchable monster. No matter how noisy his grandfather's palace was, nothing related to him, all existence avoided him.
The only one who could interact with him, his grandfather, was too majestic, like the Sun in the sky. Although it made him feel warmth, at times, it was too scorching to bear.
"What's wrong? Is there anything troubling you? You can tell me."
Listening quietly to his child's sobs, after his emotions were vented and the crying gradually subsided, Iliad finally asked. His gentle voice soothed Hades' heart.
"No, I'm doing well, nothing unhappy."
Lying on his father's chest, feeling his father's calm, gentle, and inclusive aura, Hades answered softly.
"Don't worry, no matter what you say, Daddy won't tell grandfather."
Iliad raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from his child's eyes.
As a father, seeing his child displaying such frail and aggrieved demeanor, it was naturally heartbreaking, but his own physical changes didn't allow much compassion.
His father's arrangement was correct; such a being could only reside in the empty heights. This was the best arrangement for him and other inhabitants of the Material Realm.
"No, I'm really fine."
"You're lonely, aren't you?"
Iliad saw through his offspring's facade of strength. Even if this little one was like he once was, naturally knowledgeable, his essence was still a child, and children need companionship and enjoy liveliness.
But unlike back then, due to his innate power, he was destined to be lonely. Though loneliness might be a trial for the strong, being born into solitude is excessively cruel.
"Do you want someone to play with you?"
"Yes, I want a companion; I don't want these clumsy puppets."
Hades nodded repeatedly, no longer stubbornly denying.
"You want a companion?"
Though a very normal request, for his child, it was a luxury because no one could accompany him for play.
Even he couldn't, though his Vitality was robust, temporarily enduring such exhaustion,
"How about I accompany you?"
"But you, Daddy, like grandpa, have your own things to do; I can't always occupy your time."
Despite his young age, Hades, who already tasted loneliness alone, behaved very maturely.
"Then I can occasionally keep you company for a while."
Iliad decided to spare some time every now and then to accompany his child; otherwise, being in such an isolated environment would adversely affect his child's mind and spirit, especially wielding such extreme Death Power.
The father-son interaction was intimate and harmonious, but beautiful moments are always fleeting. No matter how reluctantly, Iliad couldn't stay indefinitely; however, just as this Commander was about to leave,
"Daddy, can you take me with you?"