Warlock Ch 88. Not a Pawn
"Maybe we trust," Damian admitted, his voice steady, his gaze unflinching, "but we also remember. And we hold others accountable when they break that trust."
The demon's smile faltered, only for a split second, but Damian caught it. There was something there—a crack in that cold, arrogant mask. Maybe this demon wasn't as untouchable as he wanted to appear.
"You hold me accountable?" The demon sneered, his tone defensive now, a hint of irritation creeping in. "You, a single warlock, think you can hold me accountable?"
"Yeah, I do," Damian replied simply, his voice calm but filled with a confidence that seemed to unsettle the demon. "Because that's what this is about. This isn't just me or you. This is about every life you've affected."
