Free Web NovelChapter 321: A Chat With Rah
Rah’s door opened, and Damian walked in without knocking. He had spent the last few days convincing his wives that he would remain on Earth, and the arguments had been exhausting enough on their own. Hazel wanted to leave immediately. Racheal wanted a contingency plan. Ruby wanted permission to hunt down anyone who came near the estate. Through all of it, Damian had not seen Rah even once.
The moment he entered her room, he understood why.
The room was almost completely dark. Thick curtains covered the glass wall, shutting out the daylight, while the windows remained tightly closed. The air felt stale and cold. Rah sat on the floor in the far corner with her knees drawn close to her body, her long hair falling over one shoulder. The moment she sensed Damian enter, her eyes opened and released a faint azure glow through the darkness.
Damian did not react to the hostility in her gaze. He casually walked across the room, sat on the couch near the wall, and crossed one leg over the other. His movements were slow and relaxed, as if he had entered an ordinary room rather than the space of a woman who had spent the last several days avoiding everyone in the mansion.
"I expected you would be dead by now, but you only went blind," Rah hissed.
"I guess your luck is horrible," Damian replied with a small chuckle. "You are probably the first person in your family to get kidnapped during an assassination attempt."
Rah’s expression darkened immediately. Her nails pressed into the floor as a low growl escaped her throat, but Damian only rolled his eyes. Even weakened from the battle, he could defeat a thousand Rahs with his eyes closed. There was no reason for him to take her anger seriously.
"On the bright side, you are with me now, so your luck is not completely terrible," he added.
Rah looked away with an irritated scoff. "That is rich coming from someone who successfully pissed off a God and is probably going to die soon if he does not leave this planet. Yet he still refuse to leave. So tell me, how exactly am I lucky? I am going to get killed alongside you for a crime I did not commit."
She expected the insult to irritate him. Instead, Damian burst into laughter. He leaned back against the couch and held his stomach as though she had said something genuinely hilarious. Rah had heard every argument he had with his wives over the past few days. Every time they brought up leaving Earth, Damian refused. She had assumed he was merely stubborn, but watching him laugh now, she began to believe he was genuinely insane.
"Everyone seems very certain I will die," Damian said after his laughter faded. "Funny."
His gray eyes briefly flashed violet, and Rah shuddered before she could stop herself. In that moment, she remembered what he truly was. This was not merely a human who had stumbled into demonic power. He was one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Only someone like him could look at the danger surrounding him, and still refuse to bow his head.
"I think I can take this planet from my brothers," Damian continued calmly. "And I plan to make that happen. A little family banter is not enough reason for me to give up my dreams."
Rah stared at him in disbelief. One brother had placed a bounty on his head. Another had sent four demigods to his home. A God had nearly crushed him with nothing but his presence. Yet Damian called it family banter.
Was he mad?
No. That was the wrong question. The real question was why she was still questioning his sanity after he had given her every reason to understand that he was completely unreasonable.
Rah finally let the matter go. Arguing with Damian about danger was pointless. Instead, she adjusted her posture and faced him more directly.
"How do you do it?" she asked.
"Do what?" Damian raised a brow.
"Steal people’s powers. As far as I know, that is something only Gluttony’s Devour skill can achieve."
Damian’s relaxed expression changed immediately. The amusement in his face faded, replaced by a brief hesitation that Rah did not miss.
"Really?" she asked with an unimpressed look. "Keeping secrets from your woman?"
"Aye, calm down," Damian replied with a shrug. "We have not even made anything official yet. Besides, we do not trust each other, and we both know that. Why pretend otherwise?"
Rah’s lips parted slightly. She could not deny it because it was true. Neither of them trusted the other. Yet it also sounded like a convenient excuse for him to avoid answering her question.
She abruptly rose to her feet.
"Then let us make it permanent," she said, her eyes filled with determination.
Damian slowly shook his head. "It is not something we can build in one day. But if you are eager to take the first step, who am I to stop you?"
Rah immediately understood the implication in his tone, and her confidence faltered. Her cheeks warmed as she took a small step back, suddenly aware of how bold she had sounded.
"You are not ready yet?" Damian tilted his head slightly. "It is alright. We have eternity to figure things out."
"No," Rah cut him off quickly before lowering her gaze.
It was not that she did not want Damian. Who would not want to be close to the Sin of Lust?
The problem was that she was nervous. Damian was not emotionally attached to her. He desired her, yes, but desire alone was not what she wanted from him. She did not want their first time together to feel like another transaction he would forget by morning.
"We will do this," Rah said quietly, struggling to keep her voice steady. "But not now. I would prefer that we get to know each other first."
Damian watched her for several seconds. He could sense how strongly she was suppressing her desire, and for the first time since entering the room, his expression softened slightly.
"Alright," Damian said with a small smile.
