Hades Deathborn

As the first rays of sunlight peek over the horizon, the city of New York starts to stir. It's the start of another busy day in the bustling metropolis, and there's no time to waste. The early morning air is invigorating, with a refreshing crispness that energizes the senses.

The streets are relatively quiet at this hour, with only the occasional car or delivery truck breaking the silence. The sidewalks are empty, save for a few brave souls out for an early morning jog or walk. The storefronts are still closed, their windows dark and empty.

But as the sky grows brighter, the city truly starts to come alive. The rumbling of trains can be heard in the distance, signaling the start of another busy day. Birds chirp cheerfully, adding their own unique melody to the mix. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon fills the air, tempting even the most dedicated of sleepers out of bed.

As the morning rush begins, the streets fill with people. Commuters rush to catch their trains, bus drivers start their routes, and delivery drivers make their way through the crowded streets. The energy of the city is palpable, everyone hustling to start their day.

In an luxurious apartment, the shrill sound of the alarm clock filled the air. The woman, her long hair tangled from sleep, groaned in frustration at the sound.

She reached out a hand, her nails painted a glossy black, and slammed her fist down on the clock, shattering it into pieces. The broken shards of plastic and metal scattered across the nightstand, glinting in the early morning light that filtered through the blinds.

"That's the fourth alarm clock you've broken this week," a man's voice said from beneath the blankets.

"Honey, let's sleep a little longer," the woman said, hugging him tighter. Her voice was soft and pleading, her body warm and inviting.

The man sighed and reluctantly closed his eyes again, snuggling closer to the woman. He knew that if he didn't get up now, he would not be able to leave the comfort of the bed for a while.

But it was so warm and cozy under the blankets, and the woman's embrace was so soothing. He just couldn't bring himself to leave.

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The time flew past and its now 9 am.

"Come on, love, we have to get up," the man said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Why? Can't we just stay in bed all day and cuddle," the woman replied, nuzzling her nose against his neck.

The man chuckled. "As tempting as that sounds, I have to go to work."

The woman groaned and reluctantly let go of the man, sitting up in bed. The blankets fell away from her body, revealing her slender frame and pale skin. "Fine, but you owe me a cuddle session later."

The man chuckled and sat up as well, planting a kiss on the woman's forehead. "Deal."

The man finally dragged himself out of bed, his muscular body sculpted like the Greek gods. He had always been proud of his physique, spending hours at the gym to keep it toned and strong. His dedication to his fitness had earned him the nickname "Hercules" among his brothers, and he had always been proud to live up to it.

He had pale skin adorned with tattoos of roses, skulls, and crying spirits. The tattoos had taken years to complete, each one representing a different moment in his life. The roses were a tribute to his mother, who had passed away when he was young.

The skulls were a reminder of the dangers he had faced and overcome. And the crying spirits were a representation of the guilt and grief he had carried with him throughout his life.

His jet black curly hair was another source of pride for him. It was thick and unruly, and he loved the way it framed his obsidian eyes. His sharp jawline was adorned with a trimmed beard, and his teeth were sharp and gleaming.

He had always been told he had a charming smile, and he had used it to his advantage more times than he cared to admit.

As he made his way downstairs, he was tackled to the ground by three massive, jet black pit bulls with eerie glowing yellow eyes. He laughed as they licked his face and wagged their tails excitedly. These dogs were his pride and joy – he had rescued them from a shelter years ago, and they had been with him ever since. He scratched their ears and fed them before getting ready for work.

He slipped into a dark blue full-sleeve t-shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. He had always been a fan of fitted clothing, and he loved the way the shirt hugged his muscles. He paired it with black pants and boots, and finished off the outfit with a black scarf wrapped around his neck and a small black skull necklace hanging from his throat.

He is Hades Deathborn, the god of death.

As he finished getting dressed, Hades couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He knew he looked every inch the god of death he was, with his pale skin adorned with tattoos, jet black hair, and obsidian eyes. His aura demanded respect and fear, and he wore it like a cloak.

But as much as he enjoyed his fearsome reputation, Hades was also a man in love. His wife, Hela, was the light of his life, and he treasured every moment they spent together.

As he made his way to the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of his beautiful wife, freshly showered and dressed. She was a tall, slender woman with piercing green eyes and flawless skin. She wore a long black dress that flowed around her like a cloak, and a crown of antlers adorned her head.

"Good morning, beautiful," Hades said, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning, handsome," Hela replied, smiling up at him. "Breakfast is almost ready."

As the man left for work, he planted a passionate kiss on his wife's lips and stepped out the door.

He climbed into his Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+, a sleek and powerful beast, and headed off to work. He is a taxi driver in marvel.

As he drove his car Hades couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He had everything he could ever want - a loving wife, a comfortable home, and a job he enjoyed.

But all that got replaced by loss and grief as the thought of his nine brothers resurfaced.

Hades was a transmigrate, a being who had been transported from one world to another against his will. In his previous life, Hades had been an orphan.

His mother died when he was young and he never knew his father. But despite this tough start, Hades found a family among the other orphan boys at the orphanage. There were ten of them in total, and they bonded like brothers.

Unfortunately, conditions at the orphanage were far from ideal. The boys were neglected and mistreated, and they lived in poverty. The staff were stretched thin and didn't have the resources to provide for the boys' basic needs.

As a result, the boys often went without proper nutrition, clothing, and medical care. It was a harsh and unforgiving environment, but the boys had to rely on each other to survive.

As the boys entered their teenage years, they left the orphanage and took to the streets. It was tough to survive on the streets, but it was better than the conditions at the orphanage.

The boys took on various odd jobs to help make ends meet. Hades and his brothers worked hard to contribute to the household and took on any job they could find, from cleaning to gardening to manual labor. It was hard work, and the pay was never enough, but it was better than nothing.

Despite the long hours and grueling work, Hades and his brothers remained determined to create a better life for themselves. They knew their circumstances were not ideal, but they refused to let that hold them back. They were determined to succeed and create a better future for themselves and their brothers.

One day, Liam, one of the brothers, decided it was time for them to come up with a family name. They had always been known simply as the orphanage boys, but Liam wanted a name that reflected their bond and their unique relationship.

After a fierce discussion, the brothers decided to go with Ashborn, inspired by a character from a popular Korean webtoon called Solo Leveling. The name had a cool and powerful feel and it resonated with the brothers as they remembered their teenage years reading and discussing the series.

It seemed like the perfect fit for their family, and they agreed. Hades, however, preferred to go by Hades Deathborn, and his brothers respected his wishes.

From that day on, the ten brothers were known as the Ashborns to their friends and as the Deathborns to their enimes.

As the years passed, Hades and his brothers continued to work hard and eventually landed more stable and higher-paying jobs. Their circumstances improved, and they were able to provide a better life for themselves and their adopted brothers.

They could afford more comfortable living arrangements and provide for their basic needs. However, their struggles during their younger years left a lasting impact on Hades, and he never forgot the difficulties they had to overcome.

But disaster struck as things seemed to be going well for Hades and his brothers. The first to go was Varun, their older brother with an Indian ethnicity. He had always dreamed of having a big family and held onto the hope that his parents and sister would return to him one day.

Tragically, they had passed away when he was young, leaving him an orphan. Despite this, Varun always believed they were with him in spirit. But he was taken from them too soon, passing away peacefully in his sleep at the tender age of 25.

The loss of Varun was a devastating blow to Hades and his brothers. They had been through so much together and had formed a strong bond as a family. Varun was a bright light in their lives - the one with the most humor and the most optimistic of the bunch.

His biggest strength in life was his family, and he would go all out to protect them from any threat. In fact, the goons on the streets who dared to mess with his brothers were never seen again after Varun got involved.

His loss was deeply felt by all of them, as they had lost their big brother who always protected them. It was a reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing every moment they had together.

As they struggled to come to terms with the loss of their brother, fate dealt another cruel blow, taking their second brother, Leo. Leo was a Harry Potter fan fiction fanatic and the nerdiest of all the brothers. He was also a bit of a pervert, but he was always there for his brothers, and they loved him for it.

Hades was heartbroken by Leo's death, but he fulfilled his last request, which was something Leo had always joked about. Hades cleaned out Leo's search history, ensuring his secrets were kept safe.

The loss of Leo was a heavy blow for Hades and his brothers. They had always relied on each other for support and comfort, and losing two brothers so quickly was almost too much to bear. It felt like their family was being torn apart, and they didn't know how much more they could take.

But they were a resilient group, and they knew they had to be there for each other to get through this difficult time.

But fate was not finished with the Ashborn brothers yet. Just a short time later, their brother Alex was also taken from them.

Alex was the wild one of the group, constantly pushing boundaries and testing limits. But he was also fiercely loyal to his brothers and the family bonds that held them together. Without those ties, it was feared that he might spiral out of control.

[ And unfortunately, that's precisely what happened, as now Alex is spreading chaos in the Marvel universe. Check out my other novels and discover what Hade's other brothers are doing. ]

The loss of Alex was yet another devastating blow for the brothers. They had always relied on his energy and enthusiasm to keep them going, and his absence was deeply felt by all of them. It was a reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing every moment they had together.

Just a month later, Jack also passed away in a car accident. Hades had a suspicion that someone was intentionally getting rid of them. But he was not able to get to the root of it, as he was also killed by a piano falling from a great height as its owners were trying to move out of their apartment.

Then when he opened his eyes, he was in this new world. He struggled for a long time, as he didn't have any gold fingers to help him. He didn't even have any legal documents.

Most fanfictions about Marvel can be misleading - if you don't have any systems or cheats to help you, then you are basically screwed in this Marvel universe. Without even basic legal documents, it will be extremely hard to land even a decent job.

Somehow, Hades managed to land a job as a taxi driver after a lot if struggles. But his life changed when he met his wife Hela for the first time, and his "God of Death System" woke up as a result.

Now, as he drove through the city, Hades couldn't help but wonder if his brothers had also been transmigrated, just like him.

As he navigated his new life in the Marvel universe, he couldn't shake the feeling that his brothers were out there somewhere. He vowed to do whatever it took to find them, determined to be reunited with his family once again.

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(A/N)

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Well, see ya in the next chapter.

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