Warlock Ch 361. Don't Pretend to be Noble
He let out a slow breath, letting himself fall back into the armchair. The room felt heavier now, the silence thicker. But not for long.
'You know what?' the Demon King's voice slithered into his mind, sharp and dry with amusement. 'Just fuck her and bind her with your contract. She's a fae. You'd get her power, her soul, and honestly, you could use a little more fire on your side.'
Damian huffed, eyes flicking toward the ceiling. "Yeah," he muttered sarcastically, "because that's a totally healthy approach to relationships."
'Don't pretend to be noble now,' the voice drawled. 'You've done worse. A contract is a contract. Power is power. You knew the game before you even stepped onto the board again.'
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing at his temples. "I'm supposed to bind a princess with a good life to my cursed soul. Drag her into blood, lies, and shadow wars. What exactly do you think I can give her?"
