DEVIL'S ANGEL
Pro ni tahow did zeus defeat his father
He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace."
"Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Ancient of days."
Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it."
A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips.
"The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject.
"Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."
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