Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Chapter 89: A Human King Over Demons?

Warlock Ch 89. A Human King Over Demons?

"I don't know about the demons in your ranks," Damian said, shrugging lightly, his tone almost casual. "Maybe there isn't anyone among them who can take you down. But me?" He paused. "I'm a simple guy. If no one else wants the job… and if no one can actually do it…" He looked the demon dead in the eye. "Then I guess I'll just have to step up and do it myself."

The demon's laughter died, his expression twisting from amusement to something darker, something raw. His eyes glinted with a dangerous light as he stepped closer.

"What can you do, warlock?" he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You think you, a mere mortal, could challenge me? I could crush you with a thought. This isn't some heroic fairytale. You're nothing compared to my power."

Damian chuckled, a low, unbothered sound. "Maybe. Who knows?" His lips curled into a grin, one that mirrored the demon's own smugness. "But let's just say I made… something. Something that could, maybe, contain your power. Just a little side project."

The demon's eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring again. "What are you talking about?"

Damian tilted his head, his grin widening, a touch of mischief slipping into his expression. "Since no one seems fit to take on the title of demon king…" He shrugged. "I figure I might as well take a shot at it myself. A human king over demons? Sounds kind of fun, don't you think?"

The demon's rage was almost clear. The atmosphere was filled with heavy pressure. His sneer deepened, and he moved closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"You think this is a game? You, a warlock, stepping in to rule over my kind? That's beyond arrogance—it's suicide."

Damian didn't back down. If anything, his grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and a dangerous thrill. He was pushing the demon, and he knew it. He was poking at a sleeping giant, taunting a creature with the power to obliterate him, but the thrill of that risk gave him strength.

"Arrogant? Maybe. But I don't mind putting my life on the line for what I believe in." Damian's voice softened, but his gaze was steely. "You think you're untouchable. You think no one could ever stand against you. But that's the thing about monsters, isn't it? They think they're invincible… until they meet someone who's not afraid to fight back."

The demon's eyes flared with anger, his fingers twitching as if itching to strike. "You talk big for someone standing on the edge of his own grave, warlock."

"Maybe," Damian replied, shrugging like he didn't have a care in the world. But the glint in his eye hinted at something different, something sharp and dangerous.

The demon was waiting for him to back down, to throw in the towel and admit he'd bitten off more than he could chew.

But Damian?

He wasn't about to give this creature the satisfaction.

Without another word, Damian raised his hand, slowly, purposefully, his eyes never leaving the demon's. What happened next threw the demon off completely. Because instead of the dark energy that typically accompanied a warlock's power, something else entirely flickered to life in Damian's palm.

Light. Pure, radiant, almost blinding light.

The demon's confident sneer slipped, his eyes widening in shock. He took an involuntary step back, the shadows around him twisting and recoiling from the light as if burned by its mere presence. For the first time, he looked… rattled, the very idea of a warlock wielding light was so absurd it couldn't possibly be real.

"What… what is that?" The demon's voice was unsteady. He glared at Damian, his bravado faltering as he struggled to understand what he was seeing. "You… you're a warlock. You shouldn't have that power."

Damian just smirked, holding his hand steady as the light grew brighter. "Guess I'm not the kind of warlock you're used to," he said, his voice dripping with defiance. "Maybe you need to get used to surprises."

The demon's mouth twisted in a snarl, his hands flexing at his sides, dark energy flickering around his fingers in angry sparks. "This is impossible. No warlock can summon light. You're meddling with powers beyond your kind."

"Yeah, well, maybe I've been doing a little learning," Damian replied, his tone calm but laced with challenge. He gave the demon a cold smile, his hand still radiating that powerful, pure light. "Now… Enough chit-chat. I'm bored of hearing you talk about how untouchable you are."

The demon's eyes blazed with fury, his dark aura flaring up, twisting around him. The shadows around him pulsed, writhing as if they couldn't wait to rip into Damian. But Damian didn't flinch; he let the light in his hand grow stronger, brighter.

"Careful what you wish for, warlock," the demon snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. And in the next heartbeat, he lunged as he thrust his power forward.

Damian didn't hesitate. He met the demon's attack head-on, his light clashing with the demon's dark power, the two forces colliding in a burst of energy that rattled the air around them.

The light and darkness struggled against each other, neither side giving way.

The demon let out a roar, pushing harder, trying to drown out Damian's light with his shadows. "You think you can best me with some cheap trick?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "This light… it doesn't belong to you. It's borrowed power, nothing more."

Damian's gaze hardened, his jaw set in defiance. "Maybe it's borrowed. Or maybe it's something I've earned," he replied, voice steady despite the strain in his body. "But one thing's for sure—it's more than enough to deal with you."

The demon's face twisted in rage, his eyes blazing as he poured more power into his attack. The shadows thickened, inching closer, suffocating. But Damian held firm, refusing to let the darkness consume him. And then, in one powerful surge, he pushed back, his light flaring with an intensity.

But then, everything went dark.