With the formalities out of the way, Draven leaned back in his chair, settling in for a longer conversation.
His piercing eyes focused on Reign, and despite his friendly tone, there was an intensity behind his gaze that demanded honesty.
Knowing the Demon God could easily pick up on lies, Reign decided to drop any pretense and speak more freely about what he knew of Lilith.
It wasn't like he would gain anything by hiding things from her; he genuinely hated her—so much so that he vowed to make her death as painful as possible.
There were things Reign could tolerate, but betrayal was never one of them. He had been betrayed since he was a young boy, so Lilith's actions didn't just bruise his ego—they cut much deeper.
He might appear easygoing and unaffected now, but that was just his defense mechanism
