“My father is Zagadoth the Tempestuous, Ninth Lord of the Infernal Darkness and Abyssal Tyrant of the Sanguine Throne. As his son, I, Damien Maleficus Bloodthorne, have inherited and honed the arcane abilities of bloodcraft and am, indeed, half demon.” “What?” He heaved a sigh. Unlike the talisman, his origin was rarely absorbed on the first go. “My father is Zagadoth the—” “No, I heard you, it’s just…” The woman’s shoulders relaxed, and she tipped her head to the side. “You don’t have any horns.”
