Chapter 8: Devil vs Devil 2
Just like the first time he granted Mr. Domiscus Vantasio a sliver of vitality, Dirga felt the recoil immediately—his body weakening, soul drained, motivation thinning out like smoke in the wind. His skin turned pale, his breathing shallow. The echo of death lingered in his chest like a cold whisper.
He slapped his own face.
"Come on," he muttered. "Remember why you started this. Naya. Jane. Remember who you’re doing this for."
Dragging his heavy body into the elevator, Dirga rode it down to the lobby. Lilith was waiting as always, perched like a queen of temptation with her crimson lips and half-lidded eyes.
"Mr. Dirgantara," she purred, voice like silk laced with poison. "Leaving so soon? You didn’t even say goodbye."
He didn’t answer. His footsteps didn’t falter. He just walked past her, too tired to play games or respond with sarcasm. She spoke again—something flirty, probably—but he didn’t listen. Instead, he flicked a few bills to the valet and gestured to his car.
"Drive me home," he said. "I can’t afford to sleep behind the wheel."
He didn’t even bother taking off his shoes. As soon as he got into his apartment, he collapsed face-first onto the bed and passed out.
When he woke up, it was already 1:00 PM. Twelve hours had passed. Still tired. Still aching. He checked his phone—messages from Jane, sweet pictures of her and Naya, with texts asking if he was okay. Then another message—this one from Domiscus Vantasio.
"Where’s the location for tonight’s ritual?"
Dirga stared at the screen for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he typed back the address.