The Crown
Erick grits out. His eyes are so red with anger and the way he is glaring at me; it's clear that he wants nothing but to tear me into shreds but unfortunately, he won't be able to do that in a million years. I am not letting myself get killed anytime soon.
"Hmm?" I tilt my head slightly and blink, "My birthmark? How did you even see it?"
"You came here to take a bath yesterday and when you were showering, I saw it," Erick answers. "And I think I don't have to say how I know who you are any more than this."
He really doesn't have to say any more than this. My birthmark is sacred and three realms know about it more than I myself do. And Lush Von Blade is like the name of a God who wields light in this dark realm. And demon hates God. So of course they hate me.
