Just as the Demon God patted himself on the back for his cleverness, the human representative began thanking him profusely.
They were kissing up to him, just as he'd planned.
Others who noticed Reign couldn't help but smile at him, their curiosity piqued. The resemblance between him and Draven was undeniable—at certain angles, they looked nearly identical.
Some, familiar with the rumors surrounding the Demon God, quickly put two and two together.
Whispers began to spread through the crowd as people realized that the young man standing beside Draven was his infamous grandson.
As the crowd slowly made its way toward Reign, drawn to his presence and status,
Draven leaned in closer, his voice low. "You don't need to force yourself to talk to them. I know you're anti-social."
