Warlock Ch 263. Heart To Heart
Damian paused, lowering his mug. "Stories? Yeah. You're kind of a legend. The Demon King who almost conquered everything. People still talk about you, but it's more like myth than history now."
'Figures,' the Demon King said, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice. 'The victors write the history books, after all.'
"True," Damian agreed, setting the mug down. "But hey, at least you're not completely forgotten. That's gotta count for sothing."
'Barely,' the Demon King muttered, though his tone lacked its usual edge.
Damian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You really care about that, huh? Being rembered."
'Wouldn't you?' the Demon King countered. 'If you spent centuries building an empire, only to have forgotten by your own kind?'
Damian considered this, nodding slowly. "Yeah… I guess I would. But it's better than . I have a bad reputation now. Sad, huh? I defeated you to help them, but look at now. I'm the villain."
There was another pause, the air between them heavy with unspoken thoughts. Damian could feel Demon King's emotions, raw and unfiltered, pressing against his own. It was… unsettling, but also oddly humanizing.
"Well," Damian said, breaking the silence. "If it makes you feel any better, you're definitely not forgotten in here." He tapped his temple, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You're pretty unforgettable, for better or worse."
The Demon King let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and almost reluctant. 'I'll take that as a complint. I think.'
Damian grinned, leaning back against the couch. "You should. I don't hand those out often."
'Noted,' the Demon King said, his tone lighter now. 'So… what happens next? For you, I an.'
Damian exhaled, his gaze drifting to the window. "Next? I've got an exam coming up. Rank S. Gotta prove myself to the bigwigs."
'And you're worried,' the Demon King said, his voice soft but certain.
"A little," Damian admitted. "It's not the exam itself. It's the attention that cos with it. I've been flying under the radar, and this might blow my cover."
'Then don't fail,' the Demon King said simply. 'If you're strong enough, they won't question it.'
Damian laughed, shaking his head. "You make it sound so easy."
'It is,' the Demon King replied. 'Power speaks louder than words. Always has.'
"Yeah, well, let's hope you're right," Damian said, finishing his tea. He set the mug down and stretched, his gaze lingering on the fading glow of the magic formation. "Thanks for the talk, I guess. It was… different."
"Don't get used to it," the Demon King muttered, though there was a hint of warmth in his tone. "I'm not exactly the chatty type."
Damian climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but smile. "Could've fooled ," he said, his tone teasing. He smirked, his hand resting on the banister as he paused mid-step. Then he glanced back toward the living room as if he could actually see the Demon King's expression. "But hey, let know when you're in the mood for another heart-to-heart. I'll pencil you in."
He continued up the stairs.
'So, should I feel honored for that?' The Demon King asked aloud.
"Yeah, you should," he said, laced with a mixture of mockery and sincerity.
'You're the only one I can talk to, after all. Not much of a selection.'
Damian chuckled. "Flattering. Truly. I'll put it on my resu—'Preferred conversational partner of the Demon King.'"
'Don't push it,' the Demon King grumbled, though there was no real bite to his words.
"You're weirdly tolerable tonight. Is it because of the planets align or sothing else?"
There was a pause, and for a mont, Damian thought the Demon King had gone silent again. Then, in a quieter tone, the Demon King replied, 'Let's just say... it's a rare mont of clarity.'
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Clarity, huh? That's ominous."
'Take it however you want,' the Demon King said, his tone shifting back to its usual gruffness. 'Just don't get used to it.'
"I'll try not to lose sleep over it," Damian replied with a smirk. He leaned back in his chair near his desk, his gaze drifting to the window. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over Haven City. For a brief mont, the world felt strangely peaceful.
The Demon King broke the silence. 'Let's talk again soti.'
Damian blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. "Really? You're actually asking for another chat?"
'Don't make it weird,' the Demon King snapped, though his voice lacked its usual venom. "Just... think about it."
Damian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Alright," he said, his tone softer now. "Deal. But only if you promise not to sulk like last ti."
'I don't sulk,' the Demon King shot back, though it sounded more like a pout than a denial.
"Yup, definitely sulking," Damian muttered under his breath.
'I heard that!' the Demon King barked, his voice echoing sharply in Damian's mind.
Damian laughed, shaking his head. "Goodnight, Your Majesty," he said, his tone playful as he pushed back from the desk and stood.
'Goodnight, mortal,' the Demon King replied, quieter now, almost… content.
Damian exhaled a slow breath. For all the chaos and unpredictability of his current life, there was sothing oddly grounding about the Demon King's occasional monts of honesty—however rare they might be.
He muttered to himself, "I should go to sleep too," pushing his chair back and standing up. Stretching his arms over his head, he glanced at the scattered books and notes on his desk, briefly considering tidying up before dismissing the idea.
The walk to his bedroom felt longer than usual, the house unusually quiet save for the faint creak of the floorboards under his steps. When he reached the doorway, his eyes imdiately fell on the bed. Victoria and Evelyn were sprawled out in a tangle of sheets and limbs, their soft, even breathing the only sound in the room.
Damian paused, leaning against the doorfra as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The sight was almost too peaceful. It was monts like this that made everything feel... manageable.
He muttered softly, "Good night, everyone," before quietly making his way to the bed. He slipped between them and went to sleep.
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