Chapter 153 – The Hypocrisy
Lux could already see the familiar penthouse lights gleaming at the top like a lighthouse beacon guiding ships into the devil's arms. Almost there.
Corvus flapped lazily beside him, barely working his wings as he glided on a current of stolen shadows. The raven looked far too casual for a bird that once gnawed on divine contracts for breakfast.
'You know,' Corvus said, voice echoing through Lux's thoughts, 'that's what I hate about the Upper Realm. The hypocrisy.'
Lux didn't respond.
Corvus continued anyway, like he always did.
'I mean, I always thought the ones that wanted your head were the usual suspects. You know. Fire pits. Dagger-stained backrooms. Downstairs nonsense. But lately?'
Lux chuckled. Bitter. Rough.
"That shit," he muttered. "Turns out I'm more controversial upstairs than in Hell."
Corvus scoffed. 'At least down there, they stab you in the front. The Upper Realm? They write a poem about your execution and call it balance.'
