Chapter 1112 – Mirrors
The system did not answer.
The elevator slowed.
A low chime rang through the black glass chamber.
-Ding!
The doors opened.
Hell breathed in.
Lux stepped out.
The district beyond the elevator was not the fiery pit mortals painted in church windows. This was Envy territory, beautiful, poisonous, polished until every surface reflected something you wanted and did not have. Tall mansions rose like obsidian jewels beneath a violet sky, their windows green-lit and watchful. Water ran through narrow canals, black and glossy as oil, reflecting towers that did not exist above them. Mirrors hung from archways. Statues wore faces that changed when no one looked directly.
Lux hated the design.
Admired the execution.
That was the worst part about other Sin Houses. Even when their aesthetic was psychologically unhealthy, the craftsmanship slapped.
