Chapter 837 – Yue Xianlong [Part 1]
The colossal eastern dragon descended slowly, her imnse serpentine body coiling inward as light rippled across her pearl-like scales.
The long form shimred, compressed, folded into itself like moonlight collapsing into a single beam. Bones reshaped without sound. Wings dissolved into strands of silver radiance. The thundercloud residue dispersed around her as if embarrassed to linger.
Where the dragon had hovered, a woman now stood.
She had Mira’s features, sharp, elegant cheekbones, the sa proud tilt of her chin, but older, colder, carved by centuries. Her hair fell in a cascade of silver down her bare back, reaching past her hips. Golden eyes glead under heavy lashes, ancient and piercing. Wounds and scars mapped her body in jagged trails, long, darkened marks where the chains had bitten into her flesh for generations. Her skin carried faint fissures like porcelain once cracked and poorly healed.
And she was completely naked.
Lux blinked once.
Naomi cleared her throat pointedly.
Mira, sohow managing dignity in chaos, stepped forward and conjured a cloak of fla-ward silk around the woman’s shoulders. It wrapped her gently, modestly.
The dragon-woman narrowed her eyes at Mira first.
"You are my descendant..."
Her voice carried layers of wind and thunder beneath it.
Mira lowered her head respectfully. "Yes."
The dragon studied her for a long mont, gaze sweeping over Mira’s face, her stance, her magic signature. Sothing softened in her golden irises. Recognition. Bloodline resonance.
Then... Her gaze shifted.
To Lux.
Still in full demonic form.
Horns. Wings. Tail flicking slowly. Armor gleaming faintly with sovereign residue.
She frowned.
"And he is?"
Ah.
There it was.
Lux straightened instinctively.
It hurt.
Everything hurt.
His muscles felt like they’d been wrung out and stitched back incorrectly. His bones still humd from containing sovereign-level power. But pride was a hell of a painkiller.
"CFO of Hell," he said evenly. "Lux Vaelthorn. Nice to et you, Miss...?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"Yue Xianlong."
The na rolled like silk over steel.
Lux inclined his head politely. "Pleasure."
Yue’s eyes scanned him again. Slowly. Deliberately.
This demon was not like the one she rembered.
The aura was sovereign, yes. But it was structured. Contained. Directed. Not feral conquest. Not mindless cruelty.
Still... Her gaze flicked to the others.
A kraken. An elf. A human. A dragon descendant.
Protecting him.
Standing in front of him.
That... unsettled her.
She tilted her head slightly, silver hair sliding over her shoulder.
"You really helped ... Demon."
Lux’s lips curved faintly.
"Yes."
Her eyes sharpened.
"Why?"
There it was.
The question.
He rolled his shoulders subtly, ignoring the spike of pain that followed.
"I will answer," he said calmly. "But first, I want to know how you got that curse."
Her gaze didn’t waver.
Silence stretched.
Then she said, evenly, "A friend gave it to ."
The word friend carried weight.
"A demon."
Pause.
"Just. Like. You."
The air grew heavier.
Lux’s expression didn’t change.
Inside, sothing cold clicked into place.
’Kaelmor.’
He didn’t show it.
Instead, he folded his wings partially behind him, posture relaxed, confident.
"I see."
Yue studied his face closely.
Her eyes narrowed again, not in rage, but scrutiny.
"He offered alliance. Power. Protection," she continued.
A humorless, distant thing flickered across her features.
"He called it... a gift."
Lux’s jaw tightened slightly.
But outwardly?
He smiled.
"That sounds familiar."
Mira glanced between them, tension threading through her shoulders.
Naomi shifted subtly closer to Lux, not shielding him this ti, just present.
Yue’s gaze returned to Lux.
"You knew."
"Let’s say," Lux said lightly, "Kaelmor and I have philosophical differences."
"You know him..." Her eyes flickered. "So you free ... to oppose him?"
Lux paused.
He could lie.
He could posture.
He could declare alliance dramatically.
Instead, he shrugged.
"I freed you because it was wrong."
The words ca out simpler than he intended.
Even he blinked slightly at himself.
Yue’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.
"You are a demon. And yet you speak of wrong."
Her gaze sharpened.
"You absorbed the curse without hesitation."
Lux let out a short, breathy laugh.
"That part was less noble and more practical. Sovereign power shouldn’t float around unattended."
A faint glint of humor flickered in her golden eyes.
Despite herself.
"But why risk yourself?" she pressed.
Lux tilted his head slightly.
"Because I said I would."
Simple.
Blunt.
Annoyingly sincere.
He didn’t elaborate on promises. On pride. On the fact that when he told Mira he would claim it, that had beco law in his own mind.
He didn’t say that seeing her body torn by chains had ignited sothing sharp and possessive and furious inside him.
He didn’t say that he hated coercion without contract.
He didn’t say that Kaelmor forcing submission without negotiation offended him on a personal level.
He just stood there, bleeding a little, breathing a little harder than usual.
Yue’s gaze softened... just slightly.
"You are not like the typical demon I know."
Lux’s smile returned, confident.
"Good."
She studied him a long mont longer.
"You asked how I received the curse."
He nodded.
She exhaled slowly.
"He told it would bind my strength to protect my descendants."
Mira’s breath caught.
Yue continued.
"It bound my soul instead. Drained . Fed my power elsewhere."
Lux’s eyes sharpened.
"Through the Warden," she added. "I trusted him... yet he betrayed ."
"I can see that."
A cold silence followed.
Lux’s mind moved quickly now, sharp and precise despite lingering pain.
Soone had been siphoning her power for centuries.
Sovereign-level.
Redirected.
That ant infrastructure. Contracts. Pathways.
’Kaelmor doesn’t do small.’
Yue’s golden gaze locked onto him again.
"You remind of him."
There it was.
Lux raised an eyebrow slightly.
"In what way?"
"You carry authority like a crown."
She stepped closer.
"And danger like a shadow."
Lux’s tail flicked lazily behind him.
"I take that as a complint."
Her eyes dropped briefly to the faint blood at his temple.
"You are injured."
"I’ll live."
"You could have died."
"Possibly."
She tilted her head again, studying him.
"You smile."
Lux shrugged.
"Occupational hazard."
A beat.
Then...
Her lips curved faintly.
The first hint of sothing like amusent.
"You are strange."
"I get that a lot."
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