Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 159: A Silent Beg

Warlock Ch 159. A Silent Beg

Still, as the doors opened loudly due to his telekinesis, something tugged at him. A memory he couldn't shake. Against his better judgment, he shot a glance back over his shoulder. His eyes locked with Aria's, her expression a mix of anger, disappointment, and something deeper—something that twisted the knife in his chest.

They had been so close once. He could remember her smile, her laughter, the way she always pushed him to be better. But now… now all that remained was a chasm he couldn't cross. Her gaze wasn't just condemning—it was pleading. A silent beg for him to stop, to turn around and give in.

But he couldn't. He wouldn't. The moment he gave them an inch, they'd take everything. His power, his life—it would all be stripped away, leaving him vulnerable, helpless. And if there was one thing Damian knew, it was that vulnerability in their world was a death sentence.

His face didn't betray the turmoil in his heart. Instead, he let his smirk return, as sharp and cold as ever, before stepping through. The heavy sound of the doors closing behind him echoed in the vast courtroom.

Damian's eyes snapped open, his breath catching as reality reasserted itself. He was back in his room, the familiar comfort of his bed grounding him after the intensity of the vision. For a moment, he lay there, his chest rising and falling as he processed what he'd just relieved.

Turning his head to the side, he reached out instinctively, only to feel the cool, crumpled sheets where Evelyn should've been. His fingers brushed over the fabric, the faintest trace of warmth lingering, telling him she hadn't been gone long. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. Morning, then. Another deep breath filled his lungs as he tried to push the memories of the courtroom to the back of his mind.

But they wouldn't go. They clung to him, vivid and unrelenting.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. "I remember that one."

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He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair as his gaze drifted to the window. The sunlight seemed almost mocking, too bright for the heaviness in his chest. That courtroom scene—it wasn't just a memory. It was a turning point. The moment everything had shifted.

"It was after I took the demon king's power," he said softly, his words more for himself than anyone else. "After I claimed his authority, his title."

He could still see it clearly: the senators, the tribunal, the guards—all of them ready to tear him down. But what burned the most was Aria's gaze. That look of betrayal mixed with silent desperation. She hadn't wanted this. She had wanted him to surrender, to bow his head and let them strip him of everything.

But giving up would've been death. They'd have executed him, whether by spell or sword, and left his name to rot in infamy. He'd had no choice. None that he could live with, anyway.

A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he stared out the window. "I was in a tough spot, wasn't I?"

The sunlight flickered through the curtains, and for a moment, Damian let himself simply sit there, his memories pressing against him. The choices he'd made as Kaelan weren't simple, nor were they entirely justified. But they were his. And they'd kept him alive.

He exhaled deeply, the sound heavy with thought. "Maybe that's why I chose rebirth," he mused aloud. "To start over. To find another way. Maybe that's why Cassius and Evelyn have been so tight-lipped about my past."

It made sense. They didn't want him to follow in Kaelan's footsteps. To make the same mistakes, take the same risks. And if he was being honest with himself, he couldn't entirely blame them. Even he wasn't sure if he could resist the pull of that power.

"But then again…" Damian's gaze hardened as his thoughts turned inward. "There's still so much I don't know. So many unanswered questions."

What had Kaelan done with the demon king's power after that? Was there something more? And what had made his past self decide that rebirth was the only way forward? And why has he chosen to erase his own memory? Or was it the side effect of the rebirth process itself?

He shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips despite the heaviness in his chest. "Typical. Leave me with all the mess to clean up."

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the door opening. He turned to see Evelyn standing in the doorway, a tray in her hands with what looked like breakfast. Her eyes softened when they met his, her lips curving into a small smile.

"You're awake," she said simply, stepping into the room.

"Yeah," Damian replied, his voice quieter now. He watched as she set the tray on the bedside table, her movements careful and deliberate. "You didn't have to bring me breakfast, you know."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow, her smile turning wry. "Someone has to make sure you eat."

Damian chuckled softly. "You're not wrong."

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze searching his face. "You look like you've been thinking too hard again."

"Can't help it," Damian said, leaning back against the headboard. "It's kind of my thing."

"More memories?" she asked gently.

He nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yeah. The courtroom. The trial after I… well, after Kaelan took the demon king's power."

Evelyn's smile faded, her eyes darkening slightly. "That's a hard one."

"Tell me about it," Damian muttered, running a hand through his hair. He paused, his gaze meeting hers. "Evelyn… Do you think I made the right choice? Back then?"

She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I think," she said slowly, "you did what you thought was necessary. And maybe… maybe that's all any of us can do."