Chapter 126 – Peeking on a Bathing Devil?
His reflection caught in the full mirror.
Then, without warning, he tilted his head up at the ceiling—toward a specific corner where he knew celestial monitoring enchantnts liked to nest.
And smirked.
"Oh, and one more thing," he said, voice loud, mocking.
He jabbed a finger at the air.
"If you’re peeking right now, Celestaria," Lux said, raising his voice just enough to echo off the marbled bathroom walls, "I will make sure you get a front-row seat to my d*ck. You hear that?"
Silence.
He grinned wider.
"And I swear—I’ll file a divine lawsuit for sexual harassnt. Peeking on a bathing devil? That’s a violation of inter-realm policy clause 7A, section Lustfully Compromised Surveillance."
Still no reply.
Just the hum of warded steam, the hiss of enchanted water pressure, and the smug satisfaction of knowing sowhere, so celestial intern was probably blushing behind a mirrored scrying glass.
He narrowed his eyes upward.
"I know you’ve got watchers tuned in. I’m your favorite anomaly. Don’t even try to play innocent."
Still nothing.
Then—he grinned wider.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought. Keep watching, and you’ll be on the next celestial gossip scroll."
Corvus howled from outside the bathroom, wings flapping as he laughed like a caffeinated gremlin.
"Never thought I’d see the day you’d find a legal loophole against the upper realm’s agreent," he cackled. "I swear, boss, if you ever get smited, it’s gonna be so deserved."
Lux, already halfway unbuttoned and halfway smirking, walked toward the bath without a care in the world. Steam billowed like stage fog, filling the air with scents of cedar, spice, and subtle divine mineral salts—because apparently this suite ca with mood-calibrated aromatherapy. Go figure.
He glanced over his shoulder with a grin. "That’s my specialty, rember? Finding loopholes—then weaponizing them."
The lights in the black-tiled bathroom dimd automatically as he stepped in. Floor runes lit in gold, casting reflections on his skin. He stripped without hesitation, dropping his shirt and slacks like an offering to gravity, then reached the edge of the tub and dipped in.
The water hit him like molten silk. Lux sank low, letting it swallow his body to the collarbone, his arms resting wide along the black marble edge.
"Haaaah..." he exhaled, long and satisfied, like a man who’d survived holy judgnt, dodged divine HR, and now deserved every single second of this.
"Wow," Corvus deadpanned from his perch on a towel rack. "Most people take a bath to relax. You look like you’re about to sign a war treaty with your spine."
"This is relaxing," Lux muttered. "It’s the only ti people shut up long enough for to hear my own thoughts."
"Scary," the bird said. "Can’t imagine what goes on in there. Probably a rotating slideshow of cursed coffee, demon spreadsheets, and half-naked celestial won."
"Mostly spreadsheets," Lux said with a small shrug, reaching one hand lazily toward his inventory icon.
A shimr.
Then two small objects phased into his palm—both glowing, both warm to the touch even through magic.
One pulsed with a soft golden light, fragnted but orderly, like a broken star frozen mid-exhale.
[Item: Holy-Infused Fragnt]
Status: Purified Remnant of a Celestial Core. Rare. Used for permanent attribute enhancent.]
The other throbbed with a dull red glow. Its shape was more sinister—like an eye shattered inward, trapped in obsidian crystal and still twitching with leftover rage.
[Item: Fractured Eye of Azion ]
Status: Defiled organ of a Fallen Arbiter. Dangerous. Use with caution. Grants defensive spells linked to divine backlash.]
Corvus clicked his beak. "Wait, you’re gonna eat both of them? In the bath?"
Lux looked at him over his shoulder. "Is there a rule against it?"
"...Honestly? I don’t think anyone expected soone would, so maybe not?"
"Consu."
The crystal didn’t crack—it dissolved. Like holy dust pouring directly into his bloodstream.
The water around him shivered. Runic circles pulsed outward in ripples of light. The bathtub flared with a soft glow, tinged with whispers—actual whispers—of celestial origin.
[System Notification: Holy-Infused Fragnt Consud.]
[Permanent Attribute Boost Applied: 15% Resistance to Light-Based Status Effects, 10% Spell Damage vs Celestial Targets.]
[Bonus Passive Gained: Radiant Edge – Light-imbued attacks now deal minor true damage to shielded or barriered enemies.]
[Congratulations. You now emit a faint glow in the darkness. It’s probably intimidating. Or mildly romantic. Depends on the lighting.]
Lux blinked. "...Huh."
Corvus flapped once. "You’re literally radioactive holiness now. You’re gonna have to stop sleeping near mirrors."
"I already avoid them," Lux said, tossing the ssage aside. "Too many guilt hallucinations."
Without pause, he picked up the second artifact. The Eye of Azion stared back—if you could call a fractured ocular core a ’stare.’ It twitched in his hand, pulsing slightly like it rembered being inside sothing powerful.
Lux raised it to his lips. Hesitated a mont.
"...To bad decisions," he murmured, "Consu."
The water rippled violently. The tub turned dark for a mont, shadows coiling like vines around his limbs. Sigils flashed—red, gold, obsidian. Then they vanished.
[System Notification: Fractured Eye of Azion Consud.]
[New Skill Acquired: Barrier – Active]
[Skill: Barrier – Conjures a high-density divine-demonic shield in a 3-ter radius. Absorbs both physical and magical damage for 6 seconds or until broken. Barrier reflects 30% of absorbed damage back to attackers. Cooldown: 18 seconds.]
[Warning: Excessive use may draw celestial attention.]
Lux’s eyes widened.
Then his grin followed.
"Nice," he whispered.
Corvus narrowed his eyes. "...What?"
"Nothing," Lux said. "Just—guess I’ll..."
He paused.
The words stopped at the edge of his tongue, held back by instinct more than restraint. A silent thought slithered just beneath the surface of his mind—sharp and violent, born from the surge of new power humming in his veins.
’Guess I’ll kill more of them. I could go stronger like this.’
But he didn’t say it.
Not with the celestial realm watching. Not when even steam might carry whispers upward.
Corvus squinted. "What’s with that pause? That guilty pause? Classic Lux."
The devil just shrugged, then dunked his head briefly underwater. The motion was smooth, deliberate—like washing off a thought. When he resurfaced, his hair slicked back, droplets sliding down his collarbones, his eyes glowing faintly with residual energy. Silent. Dangerous. Composed.
And whatever that sentence was?
Buried. For now.
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