After what felt like an eternity to Damien, it was finally night.
Damien put on his best trousers and vest. He didn't know why he was doing that if he wasn't going to show his face to Ariel. But he groomed himself anyway.
Finally, like always, he made sure that he had his explosives on him.
The explosives were obviously blood. He had a habit of gathering blood from the willing demons, mostly his servants and maids. He would store the blood samples in a small ball-like container. And he would string them all together and hang them around his waist as if they were some kind of jewelry.
Maple was the one who had suggested the idea of storing blood to him. She had seen him cutting his palm every time he would use his blood magic.
But cutting his palm every time he wanted to use the blood magic was impractical. Also, throwing the blood at the enemies and hoping it would land on their bodies was equally impractical.
