Daemon's eyes narrowed, voice low. "You want me to kill Father..."
Bianca nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Think about it, my son. All the pain he caused you—why do you think you were cursed to be the reincarnation of the Demon King? It was his mistake. His sin."
Daemon went silent, staring at her.
"No one will question it," she continued. "He's already sick, already weak. Even a low-ranked soldier could finish the job."
He frowned slightly. "How did he even become like that?"
"I've been poisoning him for months," Bianca admitted, her voice chillingly calm. "But the bastard refuses to die. His body clings to life like a roach."
"I see..." Daemon replied flatly.
He looked at her for a long moment. She was staring at him with desperate hope, her eyes searching his face for a reaction.
Finally, he smiled.
"You're right, Mother. I'll do it."
Bianca's face lit up. "Thank you, my son." She stood and embraced him tightly. "Thank you..."
Crack.
