Chapter 1111 – My Time is Ticking
The elevator hummed like a sleeping beast.
Not the clean mortal kind with soft music and polished mirrors, no. This one descended through layers of reinforced infernal space, its walls black glass veined with gold, its floor etched with rotating sigils that glowed every time it passed another boundary layer.
Above Lux, the ceiling reflected him in fragments, dark hair still slightly messy from the morning, black suit clean again because dignity could be restored by wardrobe magic if not by personal choices, gold cufflinks catching faint red light, expression calm enough to fool strangers and absolutely no one who knew him.
His eyes stayed on the system panel floating in front of him.
An email from Heaven remained open.
The system panel shimmered.
FROM: Celestial.Office @heavenlight.admin
TO: lux.vaelthorn @vaultnexus.infernal
SUBJECT: Concerning King Kaelmor's Neutral-Space Meeting
Prince Vaelthorn,
