Chapter 120: A Mother’s Final Wish
Inside the carriage, silence lingered like a fog. Gabriel sat stiffly across from Daemon, occasionally glancing at him, eyes filled with unease. Daemon, as usual, stared out the window, unreadable.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Daemon finally asked, not turning his head.
Gabriel hesitated, then said, "It's just... your decisions are hard to read. Inviting Zaria to the theater? Really? That's not something I ever expected."
Daemon smirked. "You're still hung up on that?"
"Of course I am!" Gabriel snapped. "Brother, this isn't a game. I agreed because it's rare for us to spend time together like this, but bringing someone like Zaria—someone who can literally smite you where you sit—is beyond reckless."
Daemon shifted, finally facing him. "Relax. She won't do anything. She's a pure being, right? Killing me would stain her wings."
Gabriel leaned forward. "Daemon... you're the reincarnation of the Demon King. You think the laws of purity matter when they see you as a walking threat?"
For a long moment, neither of them said anything. The wheels of the carriage clattered over the cobblestone road outside, filling the tense air between them.
Daemon looked down, then gave a small laugh—but there was no humor in it. "So that's what this is about."
"What?"
"You're scared," Daemon said. "Scared of what I am."
Gabriel's expression twisted. "No... I'm scared of losing you."