Warlock Ch 441. God-tier Warlock
Damian turned—and there, lounging like he owned the place. Because, well, technically he kinda did, sat the demon king. Wrapped in living shadows, his horns faintly glowing, his grin wide and unapologetic.
But that wasn't what drew Damian's attention.
No.
It was the presence slumped beside the demon king. Not dead. Not entirely alive either. Just… dormant. A massive, coiled force of chaos and magic, wrapped in thick chains of abyssal magic. The creature's consciousness—what little remained of it—lay sealed inside a cocoon of Damian's own making, guarded by the demon king like a bored babysitter.
Damian blinked. "I see you've got company now."
The demon king tilted his head. "Is that a compliment or what?"
"Both."
The king chuckled, leaning back against a shadowy outcropping that hadn't been there a moment ago. "It fell asleep when it got caught. Didn't even protest. Like a grumpy old god who got woken up from his nap."
