Chapter 2: The Mortal Realm Has Better Coffee and Worse Luck
Chapter 2 – The Mortal Realm Has Better Coffee and Worse Luck
Lux stared at himself in the mirror wall of the elevator.
Wow. The System wasn’t kidding.
His hair was officially frizzy. Not gently-messy sexy frizzy. More like electrocuted tax accountant mid-deadline panic frizzy. His under-eye circles were so deep they were probably applying for demonic citizenship.
He leaned in, narrowing his glowing red eyes at his reflection.
"Oh, for Hell’s sake," he muttered. "I look like I just got denied a business loan by Heaven."
[Observation: You’ve achieved Peak Burnout Chic. Might I recommend... brushing?]
"I might recommend you shut up," he grumbled.
He tugged at his hair, then paused.
Oh. Oh no.
Horns. Tail. Glowing eyes.