The red-robed man's face paled, unable to stand the aura of the figure next to him. "A weapon spirit?" Blood Reign looked at him like he was dirt. "Kneel when you speak to him, or I will make you bleed until you understand."
The red-robed man looked at her defiantly. "I will not kneel to anyone besides my God. You are merely a weapon spirit. Who do you think you are-" Even as he was in the midst of speaking, a crushing force landed on him, making him crumble and fall to the ground.
"Devour every drop of blood running through his veins, my liege. This is my first gift to you for putting up with my uselessness."
Damon tiredly chuckled. "Don't beat yourself up. If I had been stronger, you wouldn't have been pushed so far. As for this person, I am afraid things are going to get tricky if I kill him and devour his blood essence. He is a player and now he knows about you. He cannot escape our control."
"Say no more, my liege. I understand."
