CHAPTER 515: CELESTIAL CHOIRS

Chapter 515 – Celestial Choirs

The plates were cleared, the utensils stacked, soft clinking fading beneath low music. The formal part was done. No explosions. No lightning. No holy spears through his wall. Nobody tried to smite Sira. Sira didn’t stab anyone with a fork.

Objectively? That was a win.

But even as he leaned back in his seat, elbow on the table, glass of milk in hand, he could feel the tension like a tight violin string under the surface. Every woman here watched the others, like predators sharing the same watering hole. There had been laughter. Small ones. Soft ones. But the energy still sat high and hot in the air.

Sira’s fingers drummed her thigh underneath the table.

Her jaw clenched.

Her eyes were fixed on the goddesses like she expected them to snatch Lux, pin angel wings on him, scrub his sins clean with holy soap, then make him sing hymns for eternity.

Lux exhaled through his nose.

He didn’t have to read her mind.

He understood.

Because if anyone tried to rewrite who he was—his sins, his greed, his lust—he’d burn them too.

And Sira... she loved Lux as Lux.

Not a polished, purified, heaven-approved version.

She’d wage war just to keep him hell-stained.

But the goddesses weren’t here to sanitize him.

They sat there, delicate and elegant, finishing their drinks, juice, tea, milk that shimmered faintly with gold dust. Not wine. No alcohol tonight. The whole menu was mortal-made. Vegan. Soft. Sweet. Safe.

Celestaria set her glass down, fingers slender, posture perfect.

Her gaze drifted to Lux.

Then she cleared her throat.

"Ehm... thank you, Lux. For the food. And for the hospitality."

Her voice was diplomatic, but softer than her usual divine tone.

Lux lifted a hand casually. "I did little. All of this was arranged by Lyra, my very loyal maid... and Sira."

Celestaria’s eyes flicked to Sira.

That right there was the moment Lux expected trouble.

Sira’s chin lifted slightly.

Her aura tightened like a wire.

But Celestaria didn’t sneer, didn’t challenge, didn’t shine holy superiority in her eyes.

Instead, she said, "That is unexpected. But... you did well."

Sira stared back, quiet.

Then she spoke, voice low and sharp.

"I didn’t do this for you. I did this for him."

Celestaria nodded once.

"Same."

And somehow, that was the most honest, least combative exchange all night.

Lux relaxed a fraction.

Solara leaned forward next, golden eyes bright. "But as guests, we felt we should give you something in return."

Lux put his milk down and raised a brow. "You didn’t need to. Your presence here is already something the infernal realm will call me insane for."

Solara smirked, amused. "Perhaps. But we want to. The problem is... we can’t bring anything from the celestial realm." She tapped her nail against her glass. "Restrictions. Old contracts. Cosmic rules." Her voice dropped. "Annoying."

Selena tucked a strand of moon-silver hair behind her ear. "So instead... we will give you something only we can do."

Lux blinked. "Should I worry?"

"Not this time," Solara said with a teasing grin.

Sira tensed instantly. Her fork twitched like she was ready to stab the first divine throat that moved wrong.

Lullaby tilted her head, hugging her bunny plushie tighter.

Naomi and Mira looked confused.

Rava went still, calculating.

Selena smiled gently.

"I hope you all enjoy it."

That was when they stood.

All three.

At the same time.

Chairs slid back without a sound.

Light gathered, faint but real, like the air tightened.

Sira slowly reached toward the knife beside her plate, but Lux shook his head once.

"Trust me," he whispered.

She didn’t like it.

But she listened.

The goddesses moved to the center of the dining room.

Solara on the left.

Celestaria in the middle.

Selena on the right.

Their hands lifted, palms together, fingers touching lightly at the tips. A soft glow spilled from their skin—golden from Solara, silver from Selena, white-gold from Celestaria. Nothing explosive. Nothing violent. Just radiance.

Lux’s heart skipped once.

He’d never seen them do this.

Not even in the celestial realm.

Then...

They breathed in.

Not air.

Magic.

All the lights dimmed, and the mansion fell silent. Even the servants seemed to freeze, like time held its breath for them.

And then...

They sang.

Not words.

Not language.

Just voice.

Just melody.

A harmony older than cities.

Older than angels.

Older than Hell and Heaven and mortal breath.

The sound entered the air like warm silk.

Soft at first.

A vibration you felt before you heard.

Solara’s voice was bright... sunrise breaking into gold.

Selena’s was silver... night wind over moonlit rivers.

Celestaria... was purity.

Soft, delicate purity.

Like forgiveness made sound.

No mortal choir could sing like that.

No spell could replicate it.

It wasn’t music.

It was blessing.

Magic rippled across the room like a wave of starlight, brushing every surface with warmth and reverence. The runes etched into the walls pulsed to life—soft, silvery lines flowing like breath over the marble. The mansion itself stirred, no longer just a structure but something alive, awakened, sacred. It wasn’t power that moved through the space. It was something older. Deeper. A divine memory made manifest.

Lyra collapsed to her knees in the corner, hands pressed to her chest, tears streaming silently. She didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Her lips just moved in trembling gratitude.

Naomi’s hand covered her mouth, a sob lodged in her throat. Her eyes shimmered like glass, overwhelmed by the rawness in the air. She had grown up believing in logic, strategy, ambition. But this? This was beyond all of it.

Rava breathed in like she’d just tasted the sky. And then, barely audible, she whispered a prayer. Not to any god. Just to something greater. The moment deserved that much.

Mira trembled. Her dragon heart, proud and unyielding, buckled under the sheer beauty. Her tears sparkled as they fell—fragments of pride cracking open.

And Sira? Sira didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her silence said everything. Her fear. Her awe.