Warlock Ch 236. I Want My mories!
Damian dragged himself back to his room. The dim glow of the morning sun creeping through the windows cast soft rays onto the floor, but it did nothing to lift his spirits. He wasn't in the mood to bask in the light or reflect any more on his tangled relationship with Victoria. He just needed rest—real rest, without his brain spinning in circles.
Without bothering to change or clean up, he plopped onto the bed, letting the mattress absorb his weight. For once, his mind wasn't racing. Maybe it was because he'd finally pieced together enough of the puzzle to calm himself down, or maybe it was just pure exhaustion catching up with him. Either way, he could feel sleep creeping up on him faster than it had in days.
And then… darkness.
When Damian opened his eyes again, he wasn't in his room anymore. The familiar void stretched out before him, an endless black expanse dotted with faint flickers of light—like distant stars scattered across an empty sky. He knew this place well. Too well.
There, at the center of it all, stood the artifact. The massive, ancient structure pulsed faintly with energy, surrounded by sigils—more than before. They glowed faintly, their intricate patterns shifting and swirling as if alive.
Damian stepped forward, taking it all in. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, arms crossed, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what was coming.
Sure enough, the voice ca, echoing across the void like a growl of thunder.
"Can you stop looking at with that disgusting smug smile?!" The voice belonged to the Demon King's soul, trapped deep within Damian's mana core, bound to him by forces even Damian didn't fully understand. Yet.
Damian's smirk widened. "No."
The Demon King let out an exasperated snarl. "What do you an by that, huh? Do you feel like you've won?"
"Yes." Damian's voice was calm, relaxed, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He took another step closer to the artifact, leaning forward slightly as if taunting the trapped soul. "And you know why?"
The Demon King didn't respond imdiately, but Damian could feel the tension—feel the way the soul bristled at his confidence.
"Because…" Damian leaned in even closer, his smirk never fading. "I just discovered how I can get my mories back. Without needing your interruption."
There was a pause—a heavy, loaded silence that stretched for several long seconds.
"W-What?" The Demon King's voice faltered, disbelief and anger mixing in his tone. "How?"
Damian straightened, crossing his arms again. "By visiting places tied to my past. Or maybe eting people who were connected to back then. You know, like Victoria. She's already been more helpful than you have."
The Demon King growled, his displeasure clear. "You still need . You will always need ."
Damian didn't react to the anger in the Demon King's voice. Instead, he shrugged, his posture relaxed, his expression cool and confident. "Yeah, you're right. I still need you. I can't deny that." He paused for a mont, letting those words hang in the air before adding, "But at least now, I have another way. A way that doesn't involve relying on you alone."
He took a step back, letting his eyes wander over the artifact and the swirling sigils around it. "You see," he continued, "it looks like the old knew you wouldn't be cooperative. So he made sure there was a backup plan. A way to protect himself, just in case things went bad."
The Demon King's voice grew harsher, more agitated. "You think you've figured it all out? You think visiting those places will magically give you everything back? You're a fool if you believe that!"
Damian chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the void. "Maybe. But you're pissed, so I must be onto sothing."
"I am not pissed!" the Demon King snapped, but his tone betrayed him. He was definitely pissed.
Damian grinned. "Sure, keep telling yourself that."
There was another pause, and then the Demon King spoke again, his voice lower, more controlled but no less dangerous. "You may have found a path, but it won't be easy. The past you're trying to uncover… it's buried for a reason. So things are better left forgotten."
"Maybe," Damian admitted, shrugging once more. "But that's not your call to make. It's mine."
He took another step closer to the artifact, the sigils glowing brighter in response to his presence. "You can either keep trying to play the cryptic, brooding soul trapped in my core, or you can actually help . Your choice."
The Demon King didn't respond imdiately. For a mont, the void was silent again, the only sound the faint hum of energy from the artifact.
"You're going to regret this," the Demon King said finally, his tone dark and foreboding.
"Maybe," Damian said, turning away from the artifact. "But at least I'll regret it on my own terms."
The void trembled slightly as he took a few steps away. He could feel the tension lingering in the air, a mix of annoyance and unease radiating from the trapped soul. But he didn't care. He was in control, and that smug satisfaction burned bright inside him.
But then Damian paused, glancing back at the artifact. A grin spread across his face as an idea ford in his mind. "Anyway," he said, stretching his arms out with an exaggerated yawn, "since I'm already here…"
He raised his hands, wiggling his fingers playfully like a pervert about to grope sothing forbidden. "Let's see what you've got for today."
"What do you want to do?" the Demon King asked sharply, his voice tinged with both irritation and worry.
Damian's grin widened, clearly enjoying the reaction. "What do you think? The usual. I want my mories." He took a few steps closer to the artifact, the sigils glowing brighter as he approached. "And… I want to know what you've been hiding from ."
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