Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 777

Chapter 777: Fangirl Mode

Nyx had not moved.

Her hands were still pressed to her mouth, her eyes the size of small moons, and the sound that had come out of her five seconds ago was still echoing in the cathedral because nobody had spoken since.

"Nyx?" Aria tried.

"That’s Scarlet!!" Nyx repeated, as if saying it a second time would make it more real. "That’s Scarlet the Flame Monarch. At our dungeon. Standing next to Mother. At our dungeon!!!"

"You said that already!" Luna scoffed.

"At our dungeon, Luna!"

Kaiden watched his space babe spiral from the throne and felt a memory surface, old enough to belong to a different life.

A warm summer day. Ice cream cones. A nervous pink-haired girl walking beside him before her first adult shoot, trying to distract herself from the fact that a film crew was about to see her naked.

’Who’s your favorite awakened?’ he’d asked her. A throwaway question to keep her talking.

’Mine is Scarlet.’

The way she’d said it. The reverence and longing packed into a single name.

’She is the most badass woman I’ve ever seen. Scarlet is everything I ever wanted to be...’

Back then, Nyx had been a twenty-year-old girl who’d given up on ever awakening. A girl who watched videos of Scarlet burning monsters to cinders and shooting through the sky like a falling star, and saw in that woman the life she believed she’d never have.

Now Nyx was the Space Valkyrie, the Manifestation of Space. One of the most promising recently awakened people on the continent, standing in a dungeon she helped earn, surrounded by teammates who could level a small army.

And she was losing her mind because her childhood hero was at the front door.

’Some things don’t change,’ Kaiden thought, and smiled.

"Alright." He stood from the throne and Alice shifted in his lap, latching onto his shirt as he rose. "Let’s go meet her."

...

The Nightclaws carried them back through the corridor in minutes. The familiar rush of dark wings and chirping escorts, the chokeholds passing beneath them, the temperature shifting as they crossed from the abyssal tunnels. Nyx spent the entire flight trembling, squealing, and muttering to herself.

"Do I look okay? Is there dust on my face? Luna, is there dust on my face?"

"No but when she sees you, she’s gonna ask why we brought a cow with us."

"Luna," Kaiden’s voice sounded, deep and authoritative.

"O-old habits die hard." The pounding she received for bad behavior not long ago was still branded deep in her body.

They landed in the Safe Zone and the dungeon gate opened ahead of them, daylight cutting through the abyssal dark.

The sight beyond it made Kaiden slow his stride.

Two women stood at the threshold.

On the left, Vespera Ashborn. The Shadow Monarch. Her posture composed and unmoving, her red gaze surveying the perimeter she had organized with quiet authority. The shadows at her feet pooled thicker than natural darkness had any right to, as if the ground itself recognized what stood on it.

On the right, Scarlet.

In person, the image from the scrying view didn’t do her justice. The red suit jacket was sharper up close, tailored like it had been cut specifically to make the wearer look like she’d walked off the cover of a magazine and onto a battlefield without changing. The black turtleneck beneath hugged her athletic frame, lean and sculpted, the kind of build that could sprint through a dungeon break or walk a runway and look natural doing either. Her deep red hair caught the light where it escaped the low knot at her nape, and those molten orange eyes held a natural warmth.

Where Vespera was stillness and shadow, Scarlet was heat barely contained. She stood with one hip forward, hands in her jacket pockets, a faint smirk already forming as she watched them approach.

The Shadow Monarch and the Flame Monarch. Side by side.

If someone had wanted to paint a portrait of two of the most dangerous women in the country, this was one hell of a composition.

Nyx made a squealing sound like a kettle reaching boil.

Scarlet’s grin widened as the group crossed the gate. Her attention swept across them with open curiosity and clear amusement, those furnace-bright eyes touching each face in turn.

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