Chapter 190: Pride, Envy and Wrath
Chapter 190 – Pride, Envy and Wrath
The rest of breakfast went down smoother. No more verbal knives wrapped in etiquette. No more war tucked under napkins. Just quiet tea and eggs and infernal finance murmurs dressed as polite conversation.
Malris, to her credit, didn’t push further. She didn’t interrogate. She didn’t accuse. She let the topic settle like embers—smoldering but not flaring.
They exchanged names. Not official documents, no flaming scrolls with Hell sigils, but whispers passed like cigarettes in prison. Names of demons, dukes, viscounts who might want Lux dead. Or at the very least, replaced.
Predictably, it circled back to the old troublemakers.
Pride and Envy.
And maybe Wrath.
Because of course.
Pride didn’t like that he existed. A half-incubus money prince whose name turned up in mortal court filings and divine balance sheets.
Envy didn’t like that he thrived. That every step Lux took echoed louder than any of their grandstanding.
And Wrath? They didn’t need a reason. Just an excuse.
Still, Malris had no proof. Just whispers.