Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 116 – Maniacal

He darted in, barely visible to mortal eyes.

Azion swung first. A wide cleave of radiant light, his divine halberd a blur of judgment. The attack left molten streaks in the air, holy pressure ripping downward with catastrophic force.

Lux grinned—

Then vanished mid-step.

’Teleportation.’

He reappeared behind Azion with a devilish smirk that didn’t quite reach his glowing eyes. His left dagger slid along Azion’s lower back armor with surgical focus—

—then dug in.

Sparks. Metal scream. Flesh resisted.

Azion roared, twisting violently to retaliate.

Lux ducked under the wing swipe, slid low, kicked off the pillar base, and vaulted back toward Azion’s throat like a snake with steel teeth.

Azion raised his arm in time—

—but Lux didn’t aim for flesh.

He slashed at the joint between gauntlet and elbow.

A burst of divine light erupted as armor split, Azion flinching for the first time.

Lux landed in a crouch and exhaled. Slowly. Deeply. His tongue flicked across his teeth.

He didn’t smile anymore.

He grinned.

Wide. Ferocious. Maniacal.

It was a grin reserved for people who enjoyed pulling wings off angels.

”Getting slower,” Lux taunted. ”Need a break? Want some water? A therapy coupon?”

Azion didn’t speak. Didn’t even blink. He shot upward in a column of gold light, trailing chains of scripture that lashed outward like serpents.

Lux didn’t dodge.

He welcomed it.

He jumped into the air, twisting mid-flight, slicing the first two chains in half as they came close. The third wrapped around his arm—divine code trying to purify his essence.

Lux laughed.

His entire body flared in shadow, boiling over with hungry sin.

’Heal!’

[Dark Healing – Active]

[Damage Converted into HP over 6 Seconds]

The chain started to burn him—and he let it.

Only to siphon the divine damage into restorative fuel.

”Thanks for the healing, Azzy,” Lux whispered, eyes glinting. ”You’re such a good host.”

Azion dropped down like a comet, halberd glowing brighter than ever. He struck the ground—

Lux wasn’t there.

Lux blinked again, this time twenty meters above.

Floating. Arms spread. Laughing softly.

”Okay,” he said. ”Let’s turn this into a real fight.”

He opened his palm.

’Demonic Orbs!’

From around his body, black light coalesced into dozens of floating orbs—each the size of a fist. They shimmered with erratic energy, twitching like angry wasps with attitude problems.

”Say hello to my credit system,” Lux said cheerfully. ”Every one of these carries a favor owed.”

He snapped his fingers.

The orbs launched.

Azion responded in kind, erupting upward, slicing ten of them out of the air mid-flight—but each destroyed orb exploded. Minor blasts, sure, but the sheer number forced Azion to take evasive maneuvers.

Ten more bounced like rubber bullets. Off walls. Ceilings. Azion’s own armor.

One hit his helmet.

Bounced.

Came back.

Hit him again.

Boom.

Lux caught another orb midair and hurled it like a fastball straight at Azion’s feet.

-Kaboom!

Dust. Screams. Light. Debris.

Azion staggered out of the smoke with part of his mask missing now. His left eye glowed—bright, cracked, furious.

Lux landed in front of him and stabbed with both daggers, crossing them like scissors.

Azion caught one blade, but not the other. The right sunk into his thigh, twisted.

Blood—divine ichor—splashed across Lux’s chest.

Lux exhaled and dragged the blade free with a wet, grinding sound.

Azion kicked him away, hard, sending Lux tumbling across the marble.

He didn’t care. He rolled, pushed off his palms, landed with a savage spring in his step.

”I thought you angels were supposed to smite evil,” Lux mocked, licking ichor from his blade. ”You’re getting your ass handed to you by a guy who eats croissants in bed.”

Azion raised both arms.

A glyph opened. A ring of pure light. Symbols aligned in a circular matrix.

[Celestial Cleansing – Area Burst Type]

[Countdown: 3... 2...]

Lux saw it. Understood the formula.

And smirked harder.

”Cute,” he said.

He jumped.

Mid-air, he activated his skills.

’Hellfire Rain.’

The ceiling cracked open above. The light from Azion’s holy seal was suddenly washed over by something darker. Heavier.

The sky peeled into red. Fire erupted from above.

Hundreds of infernal bolts poured down, each a screaming line of demonic flame wrapped in curse-glyphs.

They collided with the cleansing field.

And overpowered it.

Lux dropped through the flames like a meteor—coated in his own spell.

His armor glowed like burning obsidian.

Azion barely raised his weapon in time.

Lux hit him— full force.

Both blades dug in.

The air exploded around them.

Shockwaves knocked down the surrounding pillars.

Azion was thrown backward, body skipping across the floor like a stone across water.

He hit the far wall.

Hard.

Divine blood splattered behind him.

Lux stood still.

Panting. Eyes burning. Hair a mess. Sweat and blood on his skin.

He looked... beautiful and terrifying at once.

”Still think I shouldn’t exist?” he whispered.

Azion rose again.

Barely.

Mask cracked in half. Chestplate mangled.

Lux pointed a dagger toward him.

”Come on then,” he said, smiling like a sociopath. ”I’m not done collecting.”

And with that—

He dashed in for the kill.

Lux blurred, a violent whisper against the fractured temple air. Dust curled in his wake, frozen mid-motion by the sheer pressure of his charge. His blades weren’t just weapons anymore—they were extensions of intent. Pure malice wrapped in gleaming obsidian and lust-gilded curves.

Azion raised his halberd to block, but he was slower now. The cracks along his armor flickered with unstable divine code. His left wing trembled, lagging a half-second behind.

Lux twisted in midair—too close, too fast, too wild. His left dagger went low, faking a strike at the ribs. Azion dropped his guard—

The real hit came from above.

Lux brought his right blade down with both hands, a vertical arc of black and gold. It scraped down Azion’s neck armor, biting into the collar joint and carving a smoking line across his chestplate. Sparks exploded in every direction.

Lux landed on Azion’s shoulders with both boots, crouched like a gremlin, grinning like the devil himself had just handed him front-row tickets to a holy execution.