Chapter 217 – InfernalNet
His boots clicked against the pavement like punctuation marks in a speech no one else could hear.
He passed a couple. Laughing. Holding hands.
Their energy tasted sweet. Sticky. Alive.
He didn't feed on it.
Didn't need to.
Didn't want to.
Not tonight.
His stomach growled—not with hunger.
With curiosity.
With weight.
With hunger to kill…
He stepped into a shadowed alley, finally. The sun no longer followed him. The sounds dimmed.
He tapped two fingers to his temple.
"Reopen Clone Network. Prioritize #5. Trace backward. Scrub audio logs. Give me scent trails, if we have them."
[Working.]
He leaned against the alley wall.
Then slid down slowly, one knee bent, arms resting on it.
Quiet.
Not hiding.
Just thinking.
His hair fell over his eyes slightly as he tilted his head back, letting the bricks behind him press into his spine.
Lux Vaelthorn.
Son of Greed.
Son of Lust.
And apparently?
