Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 48 – Like a Dying Villain

He didn’t care.

Didn’t slow.

Didn’t flinch.

Lux Vaelthorn was done negotiating.

The blade in his right hand, Devorare, pulsed like it could taste what was coming.

The Lust blade, Amare, hummed—a predator’s purr just before the strike.

His tail flicked once. His wings dragged sparks from the burning air.

And then they came.

Kael’var first.

The Executioner.

His greatsword was holy steel laced with oathfire, and he swung it like divine vengeance incarnate. But Lux wasn’t having it.

He blinked forward, ducked under the wide arc, and spun to the side, blade scraping along Kael’var’s ribs. Gold blood hissed out. The angel roared, twisted, tried to counter—

Lux kicked him hard in the side, armor to ribs, the impact like a cannon blast.

Kael’var slammed into a wall of mirror-script and shattered it on impact.

Inaya dove in from above—singing.

Literally.

Her voice shimmered with resonance magic, slicing through the air in slashes of sound. Sonic blades shimmered like silver crescents.

Lux dropped low, sliding between two and throwing Amare like a curved dagger.

The blade sang through the air—struck her shoulder—twisted midair and returned to his hand with a snap.

She screamed, light pouring from the wound.

But she kept coming.

He grinned.

”Try harder, sweetheart.”

He launched up into her path—slammed his knee into her gut midair—grabbed her wrist as she staggered—and threw her into Mordyn’s trap engine construct.

The explosion that followed turned half the battlefield into blinding dust and fire.

Smoke rolled. The scent of scorched divinity filled the realm. It was hot. Bitter. Too clean, in a way that reeked of false righteousness.

And then Mordyn charged through it. Staff spinning. Eyes glowing.

Lux met him head-on.

Steel clashed.

Clanged.

Lux feinted left, twisted, spun behind Mordyn’s guard, drove Devorare up through the gap in his armor. The blade drank. He could hear it—the low, sinful hiss of Greed being satisfied.

Mordyn gasped.

Lux pulled the blade out—and stabbed again.

In the stomach.

Then slashed up.

And kicked the bastard away, hard enough that he hit a floating scripture slab and bounced.

Kael’var came back, panting. Bleeding. Furious.

Lux cracked his neck.

”Oh, you’re still trying?”

Kael’var swung.

Lux caught it on his left gauntlet. The armor cracked. Holy flame hissed into his skin.

He didn’t care.

He drove his elbow into the angel’s jaw.

Then headbutted him—horn to helmet.

Sparks. Shatter. Kael’var staggered back.

Lux twisted around and slammed both blades down on his shoulders—one after the other. Left. Right. Over and over. Every strike accompanied by a growl from Lux’s throat, deep and primal.

He didn’t talk now.

He didn’t need to.

His blades spoke for him.

They screamed.

And Kael’var broke.

He fell to one knee.

Lux didn’t hesitate.

He kicked the angel in the chest—and drove Devorare through his throat.

[System Notification: Seraph Kael’var – Defeated.]

Inaya shrieked in rage and dove.

Lux didn’t even look.

He turned, grabbed her midair, flipped her over his shoulder like a dancer— and plunged Amare between her ribs.

She froze.

Mouth open.

Staring at him.

He whispered, ”Too slow.”

Then twisted.

She collapsed in a burst of white fire and petals of memory.

[System Notification: Seraph Inaya – Defeated.]

Only Mordyn remained.

Desperate.

Wounded.

Traps malfunctioning.

He summoned a last wall of mirrored defense. Scripts. Wards. Divine code spinning like a cyclone.

Lux walked through it.

Walked.

The mirrors shattered.

The wards fizzled.

Mordyn screamed and raised his staff.

Lux didn’t swing.

He teleported behind him.

Kicked his knee inward.

Mordyn dropped.

And Lux—

Lux didn’t stab.

He slashed.

A dozen times.

Precise.

Cruel.

His blades moved like they were dancing through fate. Left ribs. Right hip. Collarbone. Throat. Back.

And then—

Decapitation.

The angel’s head rolled, silver hair catching in the demonic wind.

[System Notification: Seraph Mordyn – Defeated.]

[System Notification: Limbo Boss Battle – COMPLETE.]

[Reward: +5 Levels.]

[New Stats:]

[Charisma: 999]

[Magic Affinity: 1,030]

[Strength: 770]

[Agility: 890]

[New Item Acquired: ??? – Seraphic Weapon – Unbound. Stored in Inventory.]

[Effect: ???]

[Unlockable Skill: ???]

Lux stood over the three broken corpses.

Breathing hard.

Blood dripping from his knuckles, down the grooves in his armor. Every joint ached. His wings twitched with strain. The once sleek infernal plates across his chest were cracked—burned at the edges. His tail hung limp. His boots squelched with blood—some his, some not.

He deactivated his Battle Form and looked down at himself.

Internally bleeding.

Fractured ribs.

Probably a punctured lung.

He chuckled. Then coughed.

”Well,” he muttered, spitting blood to the side. ”At least they gave me something nice.”

He opened his inventory, flicked to the new item.

The weapon shimmered—unlabeled. Sealed. Floating like a sword-shaped question mark.

Lux grinned.

”Oh, mystery loot. My favorite.”

[System Notification: Limbo Disturbance Detected – Reality Fragmentation In Progress]

The Limbo cracked.

Literally.

It shattered like a dropped mirror—the light folding in on itself, the sky peeling back. The laws of space unspooled like threads getting yanked from a rug.

Gluttonia screamed once—then vanished in a puff of sin petals.

The floor beneath Lux collapsed.

And then he was—

Back.

Just like that.

Standing in an alley.

Drenched in blood.

Steam rising from his shoulders.

The smell of burning leather and ozone clinging to him like perfume gone wrong.

The city moved around him again. Street noise. Car horns. Neon flickers. A breeze blew garbage past his boot.

He staggered once, caught himself on the wall.

Vision blurred.

He blinked hard.

”I wanted to buy a nice car,” he muttered. ”Maybe a motorcycle. But nooo. Instead I fought three seraphim and coughed blood in an alley like a dying villain.”

He started limping out of the alley.

Each step hurt.

Demonic regeneration was kicking in, sure—but not fast enough.

His whole body pulsed with aftershock. Like every nerve had been rewired and asked to pay taxes at the same time.

And then—

[System Notification: WARNING – Wealth Signature Detected. High Fortune. Female. Distance: 15 meters.]

Lux groaned. ”Damn it... this isn’t a great time to—”

”Mr. Vaelthorn.”