Chapter 776 – Lust Demon Perk
"I look no different than usual..." Lux muttered.
The mirror politely disagreed.
He stood in the quiet bathroom, steam from the shower still clinging to the marble walls. Water droplets slid down his shoulders and chest, gathering along the edges of the towel tied low around his hips.
Lux leaned slightly closer to the mirror.
His reflection stared back.
Sa sharp jawline.
Sa dark hair still slightly damp from the shower.
Sa tall, lean build that had always made mortals assu he was either a model or a dangerous negotiator.
But sothing had changed.
His eyes.
They looked clearer.
Brighter.
And the sigils.
Lux lowered his gaze slightly.
The erald patterns of Greed still spread across his chest and ribs like intricate geotric currency symbols etched into skin. But now sothing else intertwined between them.
The Lust sigils.
They were no longer faint.
Last night they had been new, raw, glowing, unstable.
Now they looked... integrated.
Clearer.
Sharper.
The curved pink lines flowed between the Greed sigils like a second language written over the first. Where Greed was precise and angular, Lust was smooth, almost alive.
Lux touched one lightly.
Warm.
Responsive.
He leaned back slightly.
The mirror continued being unhelpfully honest.
He did look different.
Not dramatically.
But subtly.
Lux had always been handso, dangerously so, in the way Greed demons often were. Charisma, after all, was a financial tool.
But now?
Now he looked...
Radiant.
The kind of beauty that didn’t just persuade.
It pulled.
A Lust demon perk, apparently.
Lux squinted at his reflection.
"Yeah... I’m definitely more handso than usual."
At least, he didn’t look like an overworked Greed demon anymore.
Usually, he carried the faint exhaustion of soone running Hell’s financial infrastructure. But now the lines of stress around his eyes were gone.
His posture was relaxed.
His aura felt... lighter.
He rotated slightly in front of the mirror.
No additional wings.
He checked again.
Still two.
No extra horns...
He leaned closer.
No second tail.
Lux flexed his shoulders once.
His muscles moved easily.
Energy humd through his veins.
"Well..."
He rolled his neck slightly.
"I feel stronger, though."
Not just physically.
His core felt deeper.
Like two engines were running inside him now.
Greed.
And Lust.
Balanced.
For the first ti in his life.
Lux turned away from the mirror.
The towel dropped.
He dressed quickly.
This ti not casual.
Infernal attire.
A tailored black coat with crimson inner lining.
Dark trousers reinforced with subtle enchantnts.
A shirt embroidered with Greed sigils along the collar.
Formal enough for Hell.
But still comfortable enough to move.
He adjusted the cuffs.
Then reached for a small crystal bottle.
Cologne.
Lux sprayed once at the neck.
Once at the wrist.
Subtle.
Refined.
Sothing expensive that slled like dark amber and forbidden promises.
He exhaled slowly.
Then spoke.
"System."
The interface flickered.
[Yes, Sir.]
Lux adjusted his coat.
"Infernal realm."
A pause.
"Destination: Lust Palace."
The system responded imdiately.
[Spatial gateway prepared.]
Lux walked toward the door of his room.
It should have opened into the hallway.
Instead... The mont he turned the handle, the wood dissolved into polished tal.
The doorway expanded.
An elevator.
Lux stepped inside.
The doors closed behind him with a soft tallic slide.
The elevator began to descend.
Lux leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms.
The ride was silent.
Smooth.
Infernal transportation systems were extrely efficient.
Still.
Lux huffed quietly.
"...Please let him behave." Yeah, he ant Asmo.
The elevator slowed.
-Ding!
The doors opened.
Lux stepped out.
He expected the entrance hall of Lust Palace.
Instead... He froze.
"...Oh."
Not the entrance.
Not the reception.
Not the public halls.
He stood in the center of the Lust Throne Chamber.
The chamber was enormous.
A cathedral of indulgence and power.
The ceiling rose high into a do painted with moving constellations of pink and gold light. Silk banners hung between massive pillars carved from rose-colored marble.
Perfu lingered in the air.
Sweet.
Heavy.
Dangerously intoxicating.
The floor itself was polished obsidian reflecting the entire room like a mirror.
And at the far end...
The throne.
The Lust Throne was less a chair and more a decadent monunt.
Curved like a reclining sculpture, carved from crimson crystal and black stone. Velvet cushions layered across it like a nest designed for royalty who preferred lounging over sitting.
And on it...
Asmo.
Tall.
Broad.
Perfectly sculpted.
Eight-pack abs that looked like a divine sculptor had personally designed them for maximum aesthetic impact.
His hair was neat. Silky. Annoyingly perfect.
He wore very little.
Just loose infernal trousers hanging low at the hips.
And absolutely nothing else.
Lux’s eyes twitched slightly.
The pheromones in the room were overwhelming.
Not just strong.
Weaponized.
Even Lux, now awakened as a full incubus, could feel the pressure of it like warm air pushing against his skin.
And the pose.
The pose was the worst part.
Asmo reclined sideways across the throne, one arm supporting his head, torso turned slightly to emphasize every sculpted muscle.
It looked exactly like a luxury perfu advertisent.
Lux held his composure.
But internally...
He was dying of cringe.
Asmo’s eyes opened slowly.
Amused.
He looked Lux up and down.
Very slowly.
Then smiled.
"Lux..."
His voice rolled across the chamber like velvet.
"You ca."
Lux exhaled quietly. "Uh... Yes."
He resisted the urge to say ’please stop posing like a magazine cover’.
Asmo sat up slightly.
The pheromones intensified.
Lux’s Lust sigils reacted imdiately, glowing faintly in response.
The older demon’s smile widened. "Oh?" He leaned forward slightly. "So it’s true. You activated Lust Sin at full capacity. You triggered ancestral resonance."
Lux’s eye twitched.
"...kinda."
Asmo leaned back again, clearly delighted. "It wasn’t an accident."
Lux pinched the bridge of his nose. "It was a very productive emotional breakdown."
Asmo burst into laughter. "Oh I like you."
Lux deadpanned. "You say that every ti."
Asmo gestured lazily. "Co closer."
Lux hesitated.
Then walked forward across the obsidian floor.
The chamber lights shifted as he approached.
Pink.
Gold.
Erald.
Greed and Lust sigils flickered across Lux’s chest.
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