Warlock Ch 264. Bedtime Story
'Really? After all that conversation, you went to sleep?' The Demon King's voice was loud and incredulous, ringing in Damian's head just as he was slipping into unconsciousness.
Damian sighed internally, half-annoyed, half-amused. 'Yeah, I did. What else was I supposed to do? Write you a bedtime story?' His voice was thick with fatigue.
'You do realize that when you sleep, you come here, right?' The Demon King pressed, his tone verging on exasperation.
'I know,' Damian muttered aloud, keeping his voice low to avoid waking Victoria or Evelyn. 'But here's the deal—if you don't want to talk, I won't talk. Just… sleep, okay?'
The Demon King was silent for a moment, as if considering the offer. Then, with a low grumble, he muttered, 'Fine. But only because I'm tired of your sarcasm.'
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, nothing happened. No fiery landscapes. No ominous confrontations in the void. Just... peace.
