Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 87: Date with a goddesss

Jayden lay sprawled across his bed, arms behind his head, eyes watching the golden sun dip below the horizon. The last streaks of amber light painted the walls in lazy, molten lines. Music played low from his speaker... some chill lo-fi beat that had long since blurred into the background.

He sighed.

"I feel like I’m forgetting something," he muttered, squinting at the ceiling like it held the answer.

Then he sat up slowly, brows furrowing. "I think I was supposed to do something today... like meet up with someone?"

[Nope, you don’t. Just keep relaxing]. Luna’s voice buzzed through his head, smooth and nonchalant.

Jayden leaned back again, exhaling. "Alright..."

But then Luna’s voice returned, sweet, and way too smug.

[I’m sure she won’t mind that you missed the date she looked so excited to have]

The teasing lilt hit like thunder.

Jayden’s eyes snapped open. His heart skipped a beat.

"She? Date? Wait... oh crap, i almost forgot. I have a date with Pene... Cassie’s mom."

He shot up from the bed like the mattress was on fire, scrambling toward the bathroom at the speed of panic.

Luna was laughing now.. dying with laughter in his mind. [I can’t believe you fell for that. Hah! You’re too easy to trick, Jayden]

Jayden rolled his eyes hard enough to give himself a headache. "Yeah yeah, I’m forgetful. You’ve made your point."

[You should be thanking me! I just saved you from the wrath of a goddess. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if you actually ghosted her?]

Jayden paused, grabbed a towel, and shook his head with a chuckle. "I dunno, probably get my face fried off. Pretty sure that’s how Principal Thompson describes her discipline style."

[Yup. And that’s still on the menu if you don’t hurry] Luna giggled.

Jayden didn’t need more warnings. He disappeared into the bathroom and re-emerged fifteen minutes later, towel-drying his hair, steam clinging to his skin. He opened his closet, flicking through options fast... No suit. Nothing that screamed I’m trying too hard. This wasn’t prom. It was a date.. with a high-level, fire-bending MILF.

He pulled on a crisp black shirt, fitted but relaxed, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. Paired it with clean charcoal jeans and topped it off with his smooth, chocolate-brown jacket, the kind with silver buttons and a high collar that gave him just enough mysterious energy.

He tousled his hair until it looked effortlessly perfect, dabbed on a bold but clean cologne that smelled like spiced vanilla and cedarwood, then slipped into his best dark sneakers.

A final glance in the mirror.

"Alright," he whispered to himself. "I’m ready."

[Not bad, Beastboy. You might actually survive tonight]

Jayden smirked. "Let’s hope she thinks so too."

He stepped out the front door right as the final rays of sunlight disappeared from the sky. The world was dipping into evening’s cool embrace, shadows stretching like velvet ribbons across the street.

He closed the door behind him, and started walking toward whatever fate was waiting for him tonight.

...

Jayden arrived at Penelope’s mansion at exactly 8pm. He paused at the gate, trying to compose himself. A hush of anticipation fell over him as he raised his hand toward the doorbell.

But before his finger could touch the button, the gate creaked open with a whisper, as if the mansion itself had been waiting for him.

Jayden blinked as the wrought-iron bars parted on silent hinges. No one in sight, no intercom voice. Just a smooth mechanical grace, letting him in like he belonged. Which he wasn’t sure he did.

A soft hum followed each step as he walked the cobblestone path.. a perfect line of twilight lanterns lighting his way on either side. The air smelled faintly of lavender and rain-kissed earth. The garden flanked him like an audience.. perfect hedges, thornless roses, whispering leaves. Silent, observant.

He had been to the mansion before, but it felt like he was seeing for the first time. It was just too magnificent.

He stopped at the tall, polished doors of the mansion. The whole building loomed before him like some gothic cathedral, marble columns, arching windows, ivy slithering up its ribs like veins.

He hesitated, muttering to himself. "Should I knock? Or just wait?"

His hand hovered midair, then.. the doors suddenly opened, before he could touch them.

Jayden startled back a step, heart skipping. That was the second time something like that was happening... and on the same night.

"Are all the doors and gates in this place haunted or something?" he thought, just as his eyes landed on the entrance.

A woman stood there. She seemed to be in her thirties, perhaps early forties, dressed in a form-fitting black uniform. Her hair was pulled into a severe bun, and she wore thin silver glasses. Her eyes scanned Jayden in a single practiced glance, measuring him, evaluating. Then came the warmest smile he didn’t expect.

"Mr. Starrk," she said smoothly in a British accent. "Welcome. Please, come in."

She turned on soft heels, gesturing for him to enter.

Jayden stepped into the foyer, trying not to gawk. The marble floor gleamed like a moonlit lake beneath crystal chandeliers. Art hung on every wall.. oil paintings of women in golden crowns, regal wolves, and ships sailing skies instead of seas.

"This way," the woman said, guiding him deeper.

She led him into a sprawling living room—plush cream sofas, a fireplace crackling low, and wide windows pouring in the dusk’s violet glow.

"Miss Isley will be with you shortly," the woman said, voice crisp but kind. "May I offer you something? Tea, perhaps? Or snacks?"

Jayden shook his head. "No, thank you."

The woman nodded. "As you wish." With a final professional smile, she slipped away, her heels tapping like a ticking clock on marble.

He sat down carefully on the edge of the sofa, eyes roaming the space. He had passed through the main living room the first time he came there, but he didn’t get the chance to admire it’s features.

It was like a mini-palace. A harp rested in one corner. A strange green-and-gold mask sat on a pedestal nearby. The fire flickered, casting shadows that danced like spirits. frёeωebɳovel.com

Then he heard it, heels clicking softly on marble.

He turned.. and time slowed.

She descended the staircase like royalty in exile. Graceful. Silent. Deadly in her elegance. Penelope Isley... though tonight, she barely looked like the siren he remembered.

Her long blonde hair was gone, replaced by a sleek black wig that framed her face like midnight silk. A dark silk scarf was knotted loosely at her neck, her dress a shadowy shimmer that hugged her curves and whispered as she moved. Silver earrings dangled like moonlight trapped in metal.

Every step was poised. Every move was measured.

Jayden rose before he realized he had. His eyes fixated on Penelope’s alluring appearance.

Penelope’s lips curled into a smirk. "You came," she said softly. "And here I was thinking you’d chicken out."

Jayden blinked. "You look... different."

"Good," she said, one brow raised. "That was the goal. Too many eyes in this city. My hair’s too iconic, I suppose."

Jayden let a breath escape and chuckled. He remembered that she was in disguise the first day they met "So this is like your stealth mode?"

She posed dramatically, hand on her hip. "What do you think?"

Jayden didn’t say a word. Instead, he stepped closer, in his hands, a single rose flower.. soft pink, petals unbruised.

He smiled, extending it wordlessly.

Penelope blinked, then laughed.. a light, surprised sound. "Well now... someone’s learning."

She took the rose delicately, held it to her nose, and inhaled deeply.

"Sweet," she murmured. "Like you."

Jayden tried not to blush. "I’m glad you like it."

Penelope spun on her heel. "Come on. Let’s get out of here before Cassandra finds a reason to delay me."

Jayden nodded and they both walked out of the mansion.

Outside, nestled beneath a shadowed portico, waited a beast of a machine... a sleek green hovercar, shaped like a Lamborghini but smoother, quieter, more wild. Its emerald shell shimmered like dragon scale under the porch lights.

Jayden was amazed. He had never seen an hovercar that looked this good. "This is yours?"

Penelope opened the gullwing door with a casual flick of her wrist. "One of them. This one’s my favorite."

She slid into the driver’s seat like a queen reclaiming her throne. Jayden followed, strapping in as the cockpit sealed around them with a soft hiss.

The dash lit up in soft gold, and the engines purred to life.

Penelope glanced at him. "Ready?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

The car lifted off with barely a tremor. Then, with a sudden whoosh, they were gone—cutting through the city’s dusk like a shadow chasing the stars.