Chapter 561: Let’s have fun
The Lamborghini’s engine roar cut through the Las Vegas night like thunder bottled in steel and gold. The Strip stretched out before them, a river of lights, neon, and drunken shouts, but for Vergil, the world was just an open road.
He smiled.
His hands were firm on the steering wheel, his blue eyes reflecting the glare of the billboards as if each flash were a mirror to his own arrogance. The Aventador roared under his command, defying not only the traffic but also the laws of the city—and, perhaps, fate itself.
Beside him, Alexa leaned against the seat, her hair tousled by the wind escaping through the cracks. She bit her lower lip before asking, her voice deep, thick with concern, but also with a desire for confrontation:
“Don’t you think this will cause problems, Vergil? That woman… Hela.” She didn’t seem like someone who would simply… forget what happened.
His blue eyes sparkled, and his smile widened.
“Problems?” He chuckled softly, the husky sound blending with the engine’s roar. “She’s the very embodiment of trouble. A goddess of death. But, you see…”
He leaned the car into a bold turn, making the tires scream against the asphalt. The city lights reflected off the liquid gold of the bodywork.
“…she already has enough problems to deal with.”
Alexa raised her eyebrows, intrigued, as Kaguya, sitting in the backseat, watched in the rearview mirror, her face serene, but her red eyes attentive to every word.
“What do you mean by that?” the werewolf princess persisted.
Vergil laughed again, a lazy sound, like someone telling a joke only to themselves.
“Whoever the man she was talking to was…” His voice dropped lower, almost confidential. “He had a divine aura. Just like her.”
Kaguya leaned forward slightly, her silver bangs falling over her crimson eyes.
“Divine aura?” she repeated. “Could you even feel it from that distance?”
“Of course you did.” Vergil straightened his jacket with one hand, as if he were at a gala dinner and not speeding along the Strip. “And then… those presences in the sky, hovering ready to attack…”
He smiled, looking at the horizon.
“Valkyries.”
Silence fell inside the car. Only the roar of the engine filled the air.
Alexa frowned, pressing her fingers against the door.
“Valkyries…?” she murmured. “I’ve never seen one up close.”
“Neither have I,” Kaguya added, her voice soft but thick with curiosity. “Angels, yes. Celestial spirits, too. But Valkyries… that’s new.”
She narrowed her red eyes, staring at Vergil’s reflection in the rearview mirror.
“How are you so sure?”
He laughed. A laugh that was unhurried. It didn’t need to justify itself, but chose to do so only to provoke them.
“Because angels don’t have the aura of warriors,” he replied simply. “They are messengers, caretakers, symbols of order. Their wings are pure, full of light… but they don’t smell of blood.”
Vergil tilted his head, letting the wind ruffle a lock of his silver hair.
“The creatures up there… they carried weapons. Battle instinct. The beating of their wings wasn’t to sing praises, but to plunge into war.”
Alexa shivered, her eyes wide.
“So they really were Valkyries…”
“Probably,” he confirmed, the lazy smile returning.
Kaguya, however, wasn’t satisfied. She crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand, studying him as if analyzing a riddle.
“You said ‘probably.’ But you still said it with such conviction,” she murmured. “I want to know: how did you know it could be a Valkyrie and not something else?”
Vergil looked away from the road for just a second, staring at Kaguya in the rearview mirror. Her blue eyes burned like steel under fire.
His smile widened.
“It was instinct.”
The two women reacted differently. Alexa snorted, baring her fangs, as if to protest his vague answer. Kaguya merely raised an eyebrow, intrigued, not admitting that this frustrated her.
“Instinct?” “Is that all you have to say?” Alexa repeated sarcastically. “Is that all you have to say?”
Vergil let out a hoarse laugh, accelerating even more. The speedometer climbed, and the city lights blurred into bright lines.
“I don’t need more than that,” he said finally. “When you live long enough to face gods, monsters, angels, and demons… you learn to distinguish death from afar.”
The silence that followed wasn’t one of disbelief. It was one of respect.
Alexa looked away from the road, biting her lip. There was pride in the way Vergil said those words, but also a cold calm that sent a chill down her spine. Kaguya, for her part, relaxed in her seat, but the red glow in her eyes showed she was memorizing every detail, every nuance of what Vergil revealed.
The Lamborghini roared once more, leaving the Strip behind, plunging onto quieter roads where the desert embraced the city and the stars dominated the sky.
Vergil rolled down the windows, letting the night wind in. The smell of the desert mingled with expensive perfume, leather, and the trail of gasoline.
“So…” Alexa broke the silence, her voice deep but curious. “If they were Valkyries, what were they doing there? Watching Hela? Or ready to kill her?”
“Or both,” Kaguya added, her voice low. “A double hunt.”
Vergil didn’t answer right away. His lazy smile returned, and his blue eyes glinted with a kind of dangerous amusement.
“I don’t know,” he admitted finally. “And honestly? I don’t care.”
He turned the car sharply, taking an exit that led into the open desert. The engine roared like a monster unleashed.
“But I liked seeing the panic in her eyes.” “Goddess of death or not… even she knows when she’s surrounded.”
Alexa bit her lip, her wild eyes flashing.
“And you seemed to enjoy it.”
“Of course.” Vergil chuckled softly. “It’s not every day you make a goddess lose her composure.”
Kaguya watched silently, but her mind was working quickly. Vergil spoke with such confidence, as if there were no distinction between humans, gods, or monsters. To him, they were all pieces on a board he was turning upside down.
The Lamborghini hurtled through the desert, the city lights disappearing in the rearview mirror. Ahead, only the endless road and the star-studded sky.
Vergil took a deep breath, the smile still lazy on his lips.
“Hm,” he murmured, almost to himself. “An interesting night, don’t you think?”
Alexa snorted, crossing her arms.
“Very interesting.” And too dangerous.
Kaguya, on the other hand, smiled softly.
“For you, maybe. For me… it was just the beginning.”
Vergil laughed, the deep, husky sound echoing inside the car.
“Yeah… just the beginning. Let’s… go to a hotel.”