Chapter 127 – Parenting Your Parents
Lux didn't let it linger. He dunked under again, rinsing off the last traces of battle grime, blood, holy residue, and stress. His muscles were loose now, the tension unwinding in slow, sleepy spirals as the bath drained.
Steam still curled around him in lazy coils, and his skin glowed faintly from the artifact absorption earlier—just enough to look like a walking divine offense.
He stepped out with the confidence of a man who'd survived judgment day twice this week and still looked good doing it. Towel slung low around his hips, hair dripping, aura smug.
And he hummed.
Really hummed.
Like some lazy mortal vacationer getting ready for a beachside brunch with too many mimosas.
The tune was off-key, something old and stupid from an ad he probably saw during a banking conference. But it felt good. Stupidly good.
He padded across the penthouse suite, towel dragging slightly across the warm floor tiles, fingers running through wet hair.
