Chapter 219 – Greed Style
While demons saw a lot of weird things here…
They didn't usually see a half-Greed, half-Lust royal, clad in full battle armor, step out of a restricted infernal elevator with two glowing daggers in his hands.
Lux ignored all of it.
Not a glance.
Not a smirk.
Not a wink.
Just smooth, purposeful movement.
He didn't speak.
Didn't pause.
Just walked.
The moment his boots hit the edge of the patterned rug, his wings snapped open—long, dark, batlike things edged with glimmering infernal glyphs. The wind gust they created knocked over a small tower of martini glasses on the lobby bar.
No one stopped him.
No one dared.
He took off in a burst of speed, rising through the atrium like a silent storm, and shot through the ceiling's shadow rift exit—meant for nobles and winged guests only.
Outside.
Heat.
Dry air.
Sun gone.
Pride Ring night glowed with its usual surreal intensity—neon and fire and pure arrogance.
