Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 66: Bless This Mess

Chapter 66: Bless This Mess

Chapter 66 – Bless This Mess

Lux lifted a shoulder in an easy shrug. "Not dying. Wounded, yeah. But I regenerate. I can heal myself now."

He flexed one hand slowly—faint sparks of demonic energy still danced at his fingertips.

Solara’s eyes lingered on him for a breath longer than polite. She wasn’t looking at the abs or the posture or the half-demonic charm leaking off his aura.

She was looking at the wear.

The weight.

"I see..." she said. "I’m happy to see you well, Lux."

And for a moment—just a flicker—her voice softened. Like it wasn’t divine anymore. Just... human.

"To be honest," she added, "they wanted to send a messenger."

She looked to the side.

"But I decided to come myself. Just to make sure you’re actually in good condition."

That made him pause.

For real this time.

Because Solara wasn’t the type to lie.

She was radiant, responsible, and terrifying during audits.

But she never did anything halfway.

So if she came herself...

Lux tilted his head, expression easing into something unreadable. He remembered, vaguely, the times he’d lobbied favors from the celestial twins. Solara and Selena. Day and Night. Fire and Frost. Divine and Divine-but-slightly-more-moody.

He’d flirted with them both, of course.

Part of the game. Part of survival.

He was the CFO of Hell. You don’t keep Heaven’s economy off your back unless you know how to... negotiate.

But Solara?

She’d been the only one who ever called him hardworking.

Not manipulative. Not cunning.

Hard. Working.

That hit different.

"...Surprised to see me on vacation?" he asked, tone drifting casual.

She smiled faintly, golden warmth still floating around her like a perfume only angels could wear.

"But yes," she said. "It feels unlike you. Sudden. Out of nowhere."

She tilted her head. "You don’t do... sudden."

Lux gave a dry little chuckle. "Yeah, I know."

Then he looked out the window. At the skyline. At the hotel glass glinting like Earth was still innocent.

"But I needed it," he said. "Like, really needed it."

The weight behind that voice wasn’t fake.

Even Rava could feel it.

It slid through the room like the air itself had lowered its volume to listen.

"I spent two centuries stabilizing Hell’s economy," Lux said, voice quiet now, like it was dragging itself out of some old vault. "Wars. Invasions. Inflation. Debt wars. Credit disputes with multiple realms. Greed demons trying to replace me. Lust demons seducing my entire finance department for leverage. I’ve been putting out hellfire after hellfire—literally."

He rubbed his temples with two fingers. "Never took a break. Not once. Didn’t even celebrate my bicentennial. I missed my own upgrade ceremony because I was negotiating interest rates with a screaming demonic whale who only spoke in reverse contracts."

"I needed this," he finished. "To stay sane."

Solara exhaled, and it wasn’t a holy sound. It was just... breath.

Real and human.

"I can see that," she said softly.

Then her eyes flicked sideways.

To the mortal girl standing frozen, bouquet wilted in hand, cheeks still stained pink, eyes wide like she just walked into a solar flare.

"And I see you’re... trying to breed too," Solara added, deadpan.

Rava made a sound. A kind of squeaky inhale like her lungs had forgotten how to function.

Lux choked, then barked a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Uh. I’m at that age, I guess. Need a kid. Maybe two. Or..."

His voice trailed.

Something flickered in his gaze.

And then it hit.

That stupid, heavy old feeling.

The one he locked in the deepest vault.

Abandonment.

He remembered cold offices. Empty halls. A dad who never dropped in. A mom who vanished. Being raised by spreadsheets and summoned nannies.

And he wondered—if he had kids—would they feel the same?

Solara’s voice was low now.

"You’re afraid your kids will have the same experience as you?"

He didn’t answer immediately.

He looked away.

Then finally. "I hope not. But yeah."

Silence.

Then he added:

"This vacation? It’s going to last a century."

Solara blinked. "A century?"

She frowned. "So you’re letting your father take care of Hell’s financial department?"

Lux nodded. "I already applied a lot of new systems. Automation protocols. Smart contracts. AI-governed infernal liquidity thresholds. Everything’s synced to my current system remotely. But yeah..."

He gave a half-smile. "Guess you guys get to deal with his annoying attitude again."

Solara groaned. "Ugh. He’s so irritating."

She leaned closer and whispered, "I prefer you. Over your father."

And for a moment, Lux blinked.

He didn’t know how to respond to that.

Because it wasn’t flirty.

It wasn’t a favor.

It was real.

Simple.

She meant it.

Before he could say anything, though—

"Uh... excuse me?"

Rava finally found her voice again. It sounded like someone had thrown it out of a window and she was just picking it up.

She raised her hand slightly.

"Just a small question," she said.

Both Lux and Solara turned.

Lux arched a brow. "Yes?"

Rava pointed. "So you’re the real CFO of Hell?"

Lux nodded. "Yeah."

She stared at him like he just said he was Santa Claus but with better abs.

"I thought you were joking," she said.

Lux scoffed. "Why would I joke about that?"

He crossed his arms. "I take pride in my job."

She paused again. Then added, slowly:

"So... you’re kinda... a demon?"

Lux’s smile curled slow and dangerous.

He stepped closer—just a half step. The kind of distance that made her tentacles twitch.

"And I seduce like one," he said.

Her mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

Her thoughts?

Absolute soup.

Screaming kraken soup.

Solara smiled faintly beside them.

But there was something behind that smile too.

Something that lingered just a little longer on Lux than it should.

Not because he was handsome. Not because of his muscles or charm or chaos.

But because he kept standing back up.

And kept smiling.

And kept working.

Even when everyone else burned out or gave in.

"Take your vacation seriously," she said at last, stepping back toward the rift.

"I will," Lux said.

She raised a glowing hand.

The rift shimmered again—like paper catching fire from the corner.

"Oh—and Lux?" she called, just before stepping through.

He looked up.

"If you ever want help..." she hesitated, just briefly.

"You can ask me. Not as a goddess. As someone who knows how heavy the crown gets."

And with that—

She vanished.

The rift closed with a sigh of light.

And Lux?

Stood there for a long moment.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Until finally—

"...So," he turned to Rava, voice light again, "where were we?"

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