Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 123: The Devil’s Bargain
Luke’s gaze remained calm, betraying no immediate reaction. He didn’t say a word.
Perola frowned, tapping a manicured nail against her arm. "You’re quite greedy, huh? That’s worth hundreds of millions in your currency. If that’s not enough..." She glanced at Laura.
Laura exhaled, looking slightly exasperated. "Add cursed materials—rare, invaluable for certain advanced magic. That’s all we can offer."
Still, Luke said nothing. His silence weighed on the pair of them.
Finally, Perola’s cheeks reddened. She shot a look at Laura, who nodded in reluctant agreement. They both seemed to steel themselves for a moment. "Fine. One more thing."
They stepped closer. Their black dresses shimmered in the sunlight, revealing just how deep the plunges went.
"We’ll...spend a day with you," Perola offered, voice cracking only slightly. "In whatever manner you desire."
The corners of Luke’s mouth twitched upward as he saw how red their faces were, despite their outwardly confident posture.
The offer was a blatant "beauty trick," and they both seemed mortified to be making it.
"Now that’s interesting," he murmured. "You two are essentially devil-figured, angel-faced, blonde beauties. Could be a decent pastime."
A long silence passed, pregnant with tension. Then Luke stood, dusting off his coat. He smiled—a slow, amused grin. "Deal," he said simply.
Relief flooded the Fallen Angels’ expressions, though it was tinged with a certain lingering embarrassment.
Laura tried to salvage a shred of dignity.
"Don’t get any bright ideas, now. We’re still Fallen Angels; we’re not that easy."
"Relax," Luke said with a dismissive wave. "I’m not going to force you into something insane. But I do accept your offer."
Perola’s lips formed a thin line of discomfiture. She nodded curtly, then pivoted on her heel to leave, Laura following suit.
They took flight soon after, black wings unfurling behind them, leaving Luke alone by the lake once again.
Once they were gone, Luke let out a low chuckle. "They actually caved to the beauty trick. I almost caved first, to be honest."
He turned his gaze back to the lake, where reflections of passing clouds drifted.
On top of everything else, he now had secret deals with Fallen Angels, a possibly forthcoming child with Hazel Ross, and a scuttled teaching career to reevaluate.
The future had never felt more uncertain—or more entertaining.
He took a long breath. "No shortage of excitement in this life," he murmured. "Alright, let’s see where it all leads."
A crisp night breeze swept through the nearly empty courtyard of Arcadia Academy, whispering through the neatly trimmed hedges and across the moonlit paths.
Luke exhaled softly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he wandered. Despite the late hour, he found his mind too restless for sleep.
His thoughts circled back to everything that had happened at Avalon Lake: the sudden appearance of the Plague God, the near-cataclysmic battle, and the dizzying aftermath that had shaken the entire academy.
In the end, the academy’s leadership—fearful of another fiasco—had formally stripped Luke of his field leadership role, effectively benching him from guiding future expeditions.
Not that he could blame them.
After all, the chaos had come dangerously close to costing students their lives.
Yet tonight, that was the least of his worries.
Instead, Luke couldn’t shake off the memories of another recent event: the day-long "battle" he’d spent with Perola and Laura Adams—two Fallen Angels sworn to Dark King Wendell (Hazel Ross’s father).
The pair had approached him with an unorthodox proposition, hoping he would keep their true identities a secret, and he had demanded more than just magical artifacts in return.
A rueful grin tugged at his lips as he remembered how it all played out.
In truth, he’d been curious whether they’d use a "beauty trick," and they hadn’t disappointed.
Both Perola and Laura Adams were physically stunning—devilishly so—and while their magical talents were only super-level, their mastery of certain...techniques...was remarkable.
He recalled the moment they first confronted him in that private room, each wearing a different expression of subdued resolve:
"Luke," Perola had said quietly, "we need to ensure you won’t reveal us to the rest of the academy. In return, we’re prepared to offer certain...resources."
Laura Adams stood behind her, black wings half-furled. "You’ve gained the trust of Hazel Ross—Dark King Wendell’s daughter—and you’re powerful enough to cause us problems. We can’t risk you exposing us. We’ll give you dark matter, cursed materials, even an undead beast at the commander level. All you have to do is keep our Fallen Angel origins to yourself."
Luke, feigning a thoughtful expression, had stayed silent a good while, letting the tension thicken. He wanted to see how far they would go.
Then, just as the two were starting to fidget anxiously, he’d politely requested something else—something that made them flush deeply.
"You want...us?" Perola had asked, cheeks reddening.
"Yes." He’d shrugged with studied nonchalance. "You know, you’re both quite the beauties. I figure we could seal the deal with a little...quality time."
To his mild surprise, they’d agreed—albeit reluctantly. And so, they embarked on a day-long "encounter" that turned out to be more intense than any typical romantic tryst.
After all, Luke thought wryly, they’re super-level mages, Fallen Angels no less—capable of unleashing all sorts of exotic magical energies.
He paused near a stone bench by a decorative koi pond, letting the hush of moonlight settle over his reflections. Despite everything, it was...fun.
A faint smirk crossed his face. Even more intriguing was how, in the heat of that extended exchange, he noticed a subtle siphoning effect: his dark magic seemed to grow every time they tangled.
Whether it was because he was literally absorbing tiny fragments of their Fallen Angel aura, or because the swirl of energies facilitated his own advancement, he wasn’t sure.
But the results spoke for themselves. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
In a single day, Luke’s dark element progressed from the Great Commander level to Sub-Monarch.
A staggering leap, yet one that made sense given the bizarre synergy of demonic aura, Fallen Angel power, and the persistent undercurrents of the dark plane that clung to Luke’s soul.
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