Chapter 337 – You Can Buy Living Souls?
Naomi looked composed as always, sipping her drink.
Rava was still pretending not to be sore from earlier activities, but her slightly stiff posture betrayed her.
"I guess both of you need drivers and cars?" he added.
Naomi didn’t even blink. "Didn’t I say I already have one?"
Rava nodded beside her. "Yeah. I do too. Should be here soon."
"Right," Lux said, tapping his cup lightly on the saucer. "Then I suppose I’ll just summon a little sothing for fun."
He extended one hand out to his side—elegant, deliberate—and snapped his fingers.
"Summon."
The system flared to life.
A golden interface shimred just behind him, flickering like a magical hologram.
[What do you want to summon this ti, sir?]
Lux smirked. ’The twins.’
The room dimd.
The floor beneath them pulsed with greedy warmth, forming a glowing sigil—a fusion of glossy gold and shimring green. Runes coiled like snakes, and with a soft whump, the air cracked open.
A demonic summoning circle flared to life beneath the table.
And then—they arrived.
Two stunning figures stepped out of the glow like fashion models exiting a cursed runway. Identical twins, tall and glamorous. One wore leather and scissors and the aura of a celebrity hairstylist. The other looked like a makeup artist with far too many hands—so spectral, so physical, all twitching and ready.
Both were otherworldly. Glowing eyes. High heels that defied physics. Perfect posture. Perfect smirks.
And absolutely no sha.
[Na: Velza, The Infernal Stylist]
[Level: 77]
[Specialities: Hair Alchemy, Glamour Sculpting, Magical Shearing]
[Skills:
Demonclip Cascade (Rapid multi-style hair transformation)
Razor Weave (Combat-capable enchanted hair extensions)
Thermal Whisper (Applies buffs through heat-styled enchantnts)
Crown of Greed (Infuses hairstyle with illusion and charm aura)]
[Status: LOYAL SERVANT – Bound to Lux Vaelthorn]
[Na: Vierra, The Painted Temptress]
[Level: 76]
[Specialities: Facial Enchantnt, Seduction Coatings, Charm Buffs]
[Skills:
Kiss of Color (Applies emotion-enhancing makeup buffs)
Veilblend (Illusory concealnt or enhancent via contour magic)
Sinshade Palette (Custom eye enchantnts with layered effects)
Living Rouge (A living blush that reacts to mood and desire)]
[Status: LOYAL SERVANT – Bound to Lux Vaelthorn]
The air shimred around them like fresh perfu. One of them twirled a curling wand like a dagger. The other was already scanning the room for cheekbones to enhance.
Sira raised an eyebrow. "Oh. They sold their souls to you too?"
Lux nodded like it was no big deal. "Yeah. Three years ago. Their business got wrecked by a spiteful Lord. I offered a little... financial intervention. The rest is history."
Naomi narrowed her eyes. Face looked shocked. "You helped them and then made them your servants?"
"Technically, they asked for the deal," Lux corrected. "I just gave them what they needed. Capital, a system contract, and soulbound stability. Now they work part-ti for ."
"Part-ti?" Naomi echoed, setting her cup down.
Mira and Rava hadn’t said a word. Their eyes were glued to the twins—half-fascinated, half-freaked out. Neither of them had ever seen Lux summon anything before.
"Wait—" Mira finally blurted. "You can summon people?"
"Demons. Technically they’re bound entities," Lux said, casual as ever. "And yes. Part-ti ans I can summon them for a few hours per realm cycle. Efficient. Non-invasive."
He turned to the twins. "Help them get ready. I want all of them looking flawless for the day. No exceptions."
Both twins bowed with creepy synchronicity. "As you wish, Master Vaelthorn."
He turned to Mira. "You okay with that?"
She blinked. "I guess... I an—yes. But... I’m just—soul contracts? Really?"
"I’m Greed," he said, not as an excuse but a definition. "Sotis souls are paynt. Especially for interrealm deals. Common currency doesn’t an much between planes."
Rava tilted her head, watching the twin with a dozen arms float a hairbrush with her mind. "But how does it work?"
Lux reached into his dinsional space—a small ripple like a coin breaking the surface of water—and pulled out a small, glowing red orb like a coin. He held it between his fingers, letting it gleam.
"This," he said, "is a Soul Credit. It represents one mortal soul, stored and stabilized."
The air cooled slightly around it. Even Naomi leaned in.
Sira spoke next. "Red belongs to the Infernal Realm."
Lux nodded. "Blue is celestial. Green... well, green ans the soul is still alive. Bound to a body. Very volatile. Usually forbidden to trade. Unless you’re very rich."
Rava blinked. "You can buy living souls?"
Lux grinned, leaning back in his chair like a man who absolutely knew how dangerous that smile looked. "I can buy a lot of things."
His voice dropped to a lazy purr. Confident. Sinful. The kind of tone that made you forget he was technically breaking universal laws just by existing so damn charmingly.
Between his fingers, the small red orb—the soul credit—glead with a soft, pulsing light. It looked harmless. Beautiful, even. Like a ruby from so infernal crown. But the mont you stared too long, you felt it.
The weight.
The presence.
Naomi felt her stomach twist. Not out of fear—she’d long since adjusted to the fact that Lux played with powers most mortals wouldn’t dare speak of—but out of... curiosity. And maybe sothing else. A strange moral tension that hovered right on the edge of her spine.
Lux casually flicked his wrist, and the orb vanished—slipping back into his dinsional storage with a shimr of golden sigils.
He sipped his coffee. "Believe , a lot of people love making deals with ."
Mira finally spoke, arms crossed and tail swishing behind her with restless thought. "What kind of things do people pay with? I an, if it’s not money..."
Lux tilted his head thoughtfully. "Plenty of things. Artifacts. mories. Nas. Locations. Sotis flesh, sotis favors. But most often?" He paused, tapping his finger against his cup. "Trade."
"Trade?" Naomi echoed.
"Between realms," he clarified. "Infernal and celestial. Even the angels get desperate sotis. Souls are currency, no matter where you are."
Rava frowned, her voice low. "But why would the celestial realm want souls from hell?"
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