Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 233: Forbidden
Warlock Ch 233. Forbidden
Victoria hesitated, her gaze flicking between his hand and his eyes. And despite everything—despite the fear, the uncertainty—she knew she had no other choice.
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"I accept," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Slowly, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his hand. The moment their blood mingled, a faint glow surrounded them.
Damian smirked faintly, though there was no joy in it. "Good. Then let's hope we don't regret it."
Damian's vision blurred once more. The throne room, the fire, Victoria's wounded form—all of it dissolved into nothingness. He blinked, adjusting to the dim, quiet atmosphere of Victoria's mansion. The silence felt heavier now. His chest tightened as he processed what he had seen, the emotions still fresh in his mind.
He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. The deal he had made with Victoria back then—it had changed everything. But the more he thought about it, the more something didn't add up. His brow furrowed as he tried to piece it all together.
"Wait… so I was the one who offered the bond to her first?" he muttered aloud, confusion clear in his voice. He hadn't remembered it that way before. After all, he didn't recall ever having the ability to bond someone with blood—at least not in the way that memory had shown. And he was certain about that. Back then, he wasn't capable of that kind of magic.
"So there's no way she would've bonded with me just through blood," he reasoned, his voice low but steady. "If anything, that could've put me in danger. She could've tracked me down at any time." He fell silent for a moment, that realization sinking in. It didn't make sense. Why would he have taken such a risk?
"Then why did I do that?" he asked himself quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Was I bluffing? Was I just trying to buy time?" he muttered, frowning.
He didn't have an answer, and that frustrated him more than anything. It wasn't like him to act without thinking, especially back then when every move could mean life or death. He paced slowly across the throne room, his boots echoing against the stone floor as he tried to make sense of it all.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the fragments of knowledge he had gained over the years—bits and pieces he had picked up during his time as a rank S warlock. His lips moved silently, as if he were chanting a long spell, though in reality, he was sifting through his memory, trying to find anything that could explain what he had done.
And then, something struck him. His eyes snapped open as the realization hit. "Wait… did I use… an equal trade agreement?" he muttered, the words feeling strange on his tongue. It was an old spell—ancient, in fact. A technique rarely spoken of and even less commonly used. Most people didn't even know it existed anymore.
Equal trade agreements were spells designed for making pacts between demons and humans. High-level demons or royalty would use them to offer power to those desperate enough to accept it, but it came with a price. The human would gain the demon's help, but in return, they had to pay something of equal value—something personal, something significant. It wasn't just a contract; it was a bond sealed with mutual sacrifice. The kind of bond that couldn't be easily broken.
"This technique… it's ancient and forbidden," Damian muttered to himself, pacing again. It dates back to when demons were seen as nothing more than a scourge, a race that symbolized evil. He remembered reading about it long ago, back when the world had been a different place. Before demons were accepted as part of the magical community, they had been hunted, feared, and forced to hide. Spells like the equal barter agreement had been created during those times—tools of survival in a world that sought to destroy them.
But over time, as demons gained acceptance, those old spells had been forgotten. No one used them anymore, not openly at least. They were relics of a bygone era, buried beneath layers of history and prejudice.
Damian stopped pacing, his mind racing as he pieced things together. 'So… if I used that spell, then it wasn't just a regular bond. It was something more.' He frowned, the pieces falling into place, though not in a way that made him feel any better. 'That spell could bind other than humans. It can bind other races too. But one of them has to be a demon.'
He clenched his jaw, that realization pressing down on him. 'So… was I some kind of demon back then?' The question hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling. He wasn't sure what to think. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.
It wasn't impossible. After all, things had changed after he took the demon king's power. Maybe that power had altered him in ways he hadn't fully understood. Maybe, in that moment, when he was desperate and out of options, he had tapped into something deeper—something darker.
"Shit…" he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair again. He didn't like where this was going. The idea that he might have been part demon—or something close to it—wasn't exactly comforting. But it would explain a lot. It would explain why he had been able to make that pact with Victoria, why the bond had been so strong, and why, even now, it still lingered between them.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. This wasn't the time to panic. He needed to think, to figure out what this meant and what he was supposed to do next.
"If that spell really did bind us in an equal trade agreement… then it's not just a bond. It's a promise," he said quietly. 'A promise that ties us together until it's fulfilled. It all makes sense now…'
