Chapter 55: Let’s Die Together

Luna looked at her phone, hands clasped to her chest, head bowed, biting her lip.

That pink phone was clutched tightly in her palm, the screen still lit, showing the last message from the “Watch Eden” group chat—sent by Hestia: “Get some rest.”

Those familiar avatars, those warm words, those sisters who always showed up the moment she needed them…

The pink-haired girl’s eyes stung again. But she held it in, refusing to let the tears fall again.

Luna lowered her head, staring at the phone screen, at those avatars, while countless thoughts churned wildly in her mind.

She had to take responsibility for all the possible consequences.

Because the one thing Luna never wanted to do in her life was drag others down.

Especially these like-minded Goddess Angel sisters she deeply, deeply loved.

Hestia, that gentle blonde girl, always healing her with light, always encouraging her with warm smiles.

They had promised to go shopping together, eat desserts together, laugh together like ordinary girls.

Saya, that Silver Angel as reliable as a rock, always gathering intel quietly, always responding to her requests for help.

She said, “Let’s find him together,” she said, “Eternal Night Gospel is our common enemy.”

Sylph, that wind-like girl, not many words, but always swift in action.

And… Serene, the youngest, the Serene Angel who always wanted to protect everyone.

All such good people. All people she would protect with her life.

But now…

Luna’s fingers trembled slightly.

Because of her mistake, the existence of these sisters had been exposed to this villain.

And it wasn’t just their personal safety.

The Goddess Angels were the last line of defense against the Crystal Remains Crisis.

If because of her, because of this stupid mistake, the Goddess Angel Alliance was destroyed, the defense line collapsed—then this world would be destroyed in the end.

Those Crystal Husks would pour out madly, cities would fall one by one, innocent people would die one by one…

The more Luna thought, the more afraid she became.

In those pale gold eyes, fear surged like a tide.

Her body began to tremble violently, her breathing turned rapid, her whole being felt gripped by an invisible hand, unable to breathe.

Then, she made a decision.

A decision she really, really didn’t want to make. But it was her mistake. She had to bear it herself.

Luna took a deep breath and slowly raised her head. Those swollen, tear-streaked pale gold eyes stared straight at Hell standing by the bed.

He still stood there quietly, his black trench coat looking especially deep in the dim light.

On that white mask, the red “V” character slowly flowed, revealing no emotion.

Luna stared at that mask, at that letter that made her gnash her teeth in hatred yet feel helpless. Then, she moved.

She suddenly stretched out her arms—and tightly hugged Hell beside her. Hugged him dead.

The girl’s arms wrapped around his waist, her slender fingers tightly clutching the fabric of his trench coat on his back.

Her face buried in his chest, her whole body pressed against him without any gap, as if afraid he would leave if she let go.

Hell’s entire body stiffened in that instant. He could feel the temperature of Luna’s body, her slight trembling, the warm, moist breath from her face buried in his chest—and he could also feel that with this sudden hug, the blanket originally tightly wrapped around her had slipped off.

The rough gray fabric slid from the girl’s shoulders, silently falling onto the bed, onto the floor. And she—in a nearly half-naked state—hugged him.

Those slender arms still circled his waist tightly, that young, pale body still bearing red marks pressed completely against him.

He could feel the softness of her chest, the rapid beating of her heart, the warmth of her skin.

The warehouse was dead silent. Only the faint sound of night wind seeping through the window cracks and Luna’s suppressed, slight gasps.

Hell stood rigid, not moving. Under the mask, those eyes always tinged with weariness widened slightly, a clear flash of astonishment deep in his pupils.

‘What is this situation?’

It could only be said that facing Luna’s sudden, almost crazy hug, Hell was completely stunned.

He stiffened there, his black trench coat tightly clenched by the girl’s slender fingers, his back feeling the force from her fingertips—force so surprisingly strong, as if trying to knead him into her body.

He didn’t know why this girl would make such an intimate move. Just minutes ago, this girl was staring at him with a look of mortified fury, wishing she could tear him apart.

She had always regarded him as an enemy to guard against, a scheming villain, a being she wished she could eliminate.

But now, she was using this near-desperate strength to hug him, and in a half-naked state.

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Hell’s mind—‘Is it a trap? A sneak attack? Or…’ He lowered his head to look at the pink top of the head buried in his chest.

He couldn’t see her face, only Luna’s slightly trembling shoulders, could feel the warmth and moisture from her cheek pressed against his chest, could feel the uncontrollable tremors of her body.

‘Not a trap, not a sneak attack. She seems to be just… afraid.’

Hell was silent for a moment.

He remembered how Luna had been crying heartbreakingly just now, how she had curled up in bed covering her face with the blanket and mumbled “It’s all my fault,” and the look of despair in her eyes when she checked her phone.

‘This girl… might really be scared. Scared of dragging her companions down because of her mistake, scared of the Goddess Angel Alliance being destroyed, scared of this world being ruined. She needs comfort, needs… a hug.’

Hell sighed inwardly.

Then, he moved.

He raised his hand and gently wrapped it around Luna’s half-naked body.

Those large hands landed on her pale back, the touch smooth and soft, like the finest silk, warm and soft, with the slight trembling unique to a girl.

Luna’s skin was so smooth that Hell’s palm could barely grip it. Her body was so soft, as if boneless, pressing softly into his embrace.

The warmth was also so warm that even through his trench coat he could clearly feel the vibrant heat of a young life.

He could feel that the moment his palm covered the girl’s back, her body stiffened for an instant, but then softened again, burrowing even harder into his arms.

Hell didn’t speak, he just gently patted her bare back, once, twice, slow and tender, as if calming a frightened little animal.

“It’s okay.”

The young man’s voice came from behind the mask, low and gentle, with a comfort that bordered on tenderness.

“It’s okay.”

Hell continued patting Luna’s back, his palm sliding over her smooth spine, able to clearly feel the slightly protruding vertebrae and the tense lines from stress.

“Don’t be afraid.”

He said again.

Luna buried in his arms, didn’t raise her head, just her shoulders trembled even more.

Hell thought she had been comforted, thought her emotions had finally been released—

However, at that moment.

A voice came from his arms. Very light, so light it was almost scattered by the night wind.

Yet it drilled into his ears with extraordinary clarity, word by word.

“We…”

Luna’s voice was muffled, coming from the position of Hell’s chest, with the hoarseness of crying, and also a calm that was indescribably almost like relief.

“Let’s die together.”