One thing Damian did not expect was that Ronan was able to move his sword using his mind. Within seconds, Ronan drove his sword into Damian's heart, and before he could react, a sudden searing pain exploded in his back and chest as if a lance of ice had skewered his heart.
"Cough. Cough."
A choked gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled forward, his hand instinctively reaching for the source of his agony.
His fingers brushed against the blade, slick with his own blood. The realization hit him like a hammer blow—a human had attacked him and could injure his body.
"You ... bastard." Damian groaned in agony. He tried pulling the sword from his back, but his entire body suddenly became paralyzed.
His knees fell to the ground, as his blood flowed down.
"Poison," Damian grunted. "You gave me poison!"
The poison couldn't kill the Prince of Hell but could paralyze him for three minutes.
