Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 708: Celestial BDSM Kink

Chapter 708 – Celestial BDSM Kink

A brilliant fissure exploded across Vaeloryn’s chest.

The execution angel staggered backward, halo rings destabilizing as radiant light leaked through fractured authority lines.

Lux twisted his blades deeper.

"I love breaking monopolies," he growled.

Vizreel wrenched his sword free and followed with a cross slash that carved across Vaeloryn’s wing joint, sending divine feathers scattering like shattered glass.

The execution angel dropped to one knee.

For one heartbeat, it looked like they had him.

Then the halo exploded.

Not outward.

Inward.

Vaeloryn slammed one hand into his own fractured core, compressing the damage into a temporary stabilization surge. His aura flared violently, burning through both celestial and infernal suppression boundaries.

Lux’s system screamed across his vision.

[Warning: Target overriding equilibrium restrictions.]

Vaeloryn’s eyes blazed with cold fury.

"You...," he said through clenched teeth.

He slammed his palm into the ground.

The broken ritual circle reignited... but not in celestial script.

Infernal runes erupted across the portal.

Lux’s smile vanished.

"...No way."

The portal spiraled open in black-red void patterns, pulsing with unmistakable hell royalty signatures. Ancient. Pure. Bloodline-coded authority.

Vaeloryn stepped backward into it, body flickering between dimensions.

Vizreel lunged desperately, sword thrusting toward the collapsing gateway.

Lux teleported beside him, daggers flashing in a last attempt to sever Vaeloryn’s halo anchor.

Both strikes connected.

Vizreel’s blade carved deeper into Vaeloryn’s shoulder, drawing blazing divine blood.

Lux’s dagger slammed into the fractured core seam again, splitting it wider with a violent crack.

Vaeloryn screamed in rage.

And vanished.

The infernal portal snapped shut like a slammed door.

Silence followed.

Lux stood frozen, daggers still raised, eyes locked on the empty space where Vaeloryn had been.

[System Alert: Escape vector confirmed.]

[Tracing infernal signature...]

[Scanning royal blood authority...]

[Tracing complete.]

Lux’s pupils shrank.

"...No," he whispered.

Vizreel staggered beside him, breathing hard, sword lowering slightly as his wings trembled from exhaustion.

Lux swallowed once.

"System... confirm source."

The interface flickered.

[Infernal Portal Authority: Royal Infernal Bloodline]

[Purity Rank: Absolute]

[Highest Source Match Probability: The Infernal Sovereign]

Lux stared at the text for a long moment.

Then slowly lowered his daggers.

"...The king," he murmured.

Vizreel looked at him sharply.

"You confirmed?"

Lux nodded once. No sarcasm. No jokes. Just cold calculation burning behind his eyes.

"Pureborn infernal royal trace. There is only one entity with that signature." Despite Lux already knowing it from Sira, still... he could feel that ache in his chest.

Vizreel exhaled slowly.

The limbo dimension began collapsing around them. Fractures spread across the terrain. Floating structures dissolved into static dust. The sky peeled apart like torn parchment.

"We failed," Vizreel said quietly.

Lux remained silent for a few seconds.

Then shrugged faintly.

"Well," he said flatly. "At least you know who to arrest now."

Vizreel shot him a look somewhere between disbelief and exhausted agreement.

The limbo realm shattered.

Reality spat them out.

Literally.

The dimensional collapse twisted around them, spinning their bodies through collapsing spatial tunnels like cosmic laundry. Lux felt gravity flip three times, his wings clipped through unstable geometry, and then...

-WHAM!

He slammed face-first into polished celestial marble.

"...For hell’s sake," he hissed into the floor.

Something heavy crashed onto his back immediately after.

"F—" Lux groaned, voice muffled against marble.

Vizreel groaned above him.

"... what a bad landing..."

Lux twitched as armored boots pressed directly onto one of his wings.

"Vizreel..." Lux muttered dangerously. "You are stepping on my wing."

Vizreel paused.

"...Oh."

Lux felt the weight shift slightly.

"It is payback, I guess," Vizreel added dryly.

Lux made a strangled noise somewhere between outrage and existential exhaustion.

Vizreel stepped off anyway and pushed himself upright, armor scraping softly as he steadied his stance. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Lux rolled onto his back slowly, wings twitching as he checked for fractures.

Vizreel extended a hand toward him.

Lux stared at it for a second.

Then took it.

Vizreel hauled him to his feet.

They stood together in the celestial corridor again, bruised, scorched, covered in residual limbo dust, and radiating the unmistakable aura of two beings who had just discovered their assassination problem was significantly more complicated than previously advertised.

Lux adjusted his armor, which flickered back into his infernal suit automatically.

"...So," Lux said casually, brushing blood from his lip. "Your turn to explain why the execution angel is collaborating with hell royalty."

Vizreel sighed.

"...And your turn to explain why your king just tried to kill you."

Before either of them could take another breath...

Holy ropes exploded out of the marble floor.

They weren’t ropes in the mortal sense. They were woven bands of sanctified restraint sigils, glowing gold and white, humming with containment authority. They lashed forward with terrifying speed and wrapped around Lux’s arms, torso, wings, and legs in one perfectly executed celestial arrest maneuver.

Lux yelped as his balance vanished.

"HEY—!"

He toppled sideways and hit the floor again with a graceless thud.

Another wave of restraint bands shot toward him, spinning around his body like they were trying to gift-wrap him for a divine apology ceremony.

Vizreel reacted instantly.

His sword flashed out, cleaving through several incoming bands before they could cocoon Lux completely. The severed restraints evaporated into harmless script particles, but more surged forward from summoning circles igniting across the corridor.

Celestial guards flooded the hallway.

Dozens of armored angels materialized from teleport gates, wings folded tight in combat formation. Their spears lowered in synchronized precision, each weapon glowing with suppression runes pointed directly at Lux.

Lux, currently half-bound and attempting to untangle one wing from glowing restraint spaghetti, blinked up at them.

"...If this is celestial BDSM kink," he said dryly, "I feel like the timing is slightly off. Not really the right mood."

Vizreel facepalmed internally.

A taller angel stepped forward from the guard formation. His armor was heavier, marked with command sigils along the pauldrons. His aura carried enforcement authority rather than battlefield aggression.

The chief.

"Lux Vaelthorn," the chief said sharply, "you are under arrest for attempted kidnapping of the Archon."

Lux froze mid-struggle.

"...I’m sorry," he said slowly. "For the WHAT?"

Vizreel stepped forward immediately, sword lowering but still ready.

"What are you talking about?" Vizreel demanded. "We were kidnapped together."