If it had been any other day, Damian would have been too terrified to even consider fighting. But today was different. His mood had already sunk to its lowest point. After months with his wives, they still unconsciously looked down on him, and now demons that were meant to stand beneath him hunted him in broad daylight as though he were some common criminal.
"I've had enough of all these stuck-up, proud bastards thinking they control my fate… God, I'm tired of feeling like a side character in my own story," Damian sighed heavily as his gaze fixed on the crimson moon hanging in the sky.
His eyes moved across the surroundings, taking in the chaos below. Cars had been thrown off course, crashing into one another, slamming into buildings and streetlights. Yet despite the destruction, there were no serious injuries. It was as if the world itself had been isolated and rewritten for this single moment.
