Damian walked downstairs wearing a plain white T shirt with a bunny design and gray sweatpants that matched his bunny slippers. The rich aroma of turkey, jollof rice, and several other scents he could not imdiately identify filled his nose, catching him off guard.
’Demons cook?’
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he paused. The house was spotless, every surface neat and gleaming. On the dining table sat trays of food, still steaming, arranged with surprising care. His wives were seated around the table, sipping wine and chatting amongst themselves as though this were the most natural thing in the world.
"I was considering dragging you out of bed," Ruby said, flashing a threatening smile.
"And I told you, I will not allow you to treat my husband that way," Hazel snarled.
"Stop fighting in front of him, you two," Racheal reprimanded in a cute, low voice that made her words sound more like a gentle suggestion than an order.
Chuckling, Damian reached out and rubbed her cheek as he walked past. He took the main seat at the dining table, positioning himself where he could look at all three of them clearly.
"Did you three make this?" he asked.
They nodded in unison, pride lighting their faces.
"We have never cooked a human al before, but it is not that difficult. All I needed to do was watch so cooking videos on V tube," Hazel said, holding up a phone Damian did not recognize.
Only then did it occur to him that he had never gotten his wives phones.
"Where did you get that?" Damian asked slowly.
"Ooh, we took it."
The mont Ruby said it, all three of them raised their new phones, each wearing a proud smile that made Damian want to facepalm.
Did his wives just rob a phone store while he was asleep?
His lips parted as a thousand thoughts crashed through his mind, yet none of them ford into words. Was he supposed to call the police on his superpowered demigod wives?
Sigh.
Forcing a bitter smile, Damian reached for a plate, but Ruby snatched it before he could and began serving him food while Hazel poured wine into his glass.
"We want to talk about us while you eat. Is that okay?" Racheal asked, leaving Damian stunned.
He had co downstairs intending to have a serious conversation as well. He had not expected them to be thinking along the sa lines.
"Of course. What do you want to talk about?" he replied.
Hazel gently placed the wine glass beside him and stared him in the eye before speaking.
"A lot," she said.
At that mont, Ruby set down a plate piled high with jollof rice, a generous serving of salad, and fried plantain, alongside terrifying portions of turkey and chicken.
Is she trying to kill him with food?
"For starters, give us one reason why we should remain on this planet. Especially since your little fight with Bathin has attracted the attention of demons and angels alike. Yesterday alone, we felt several powerful forces enter the state during the night."
Damian’s eyes widened in shock. He had not expected his confrontation with Bathin to draw so much attention. Hazel placed her hand over his, gently clasping it as she t his gaze.
"People are looking for you as we speak. People we cannot protect you against..."
"Stop it." Damian raised his hand, signaling her to stop.
"Sit first," he said.
Hazel hesitated but obeyed. Racheal and Ruby did not complain either. They waited patiently as Damian rubbed his temple and exhaled before lifting his head to et their eyes.
"We are talking, but we are not communicating. Do you understand?" he began.
"All I receive are instructions about what I must do, but no details about why I am supposed to do it. My knowledge is full of holes because of that. If we are going to have a discussion, we need to do it properly."
The response that followed was both unexpected and absurdly entertaining. Ruby and Racheal turned sharply toward Hazel, glaring at her.
"Do not tell you have been telling my Boo what to do?" Ruby frowned.
"Your job was to protect and teach him everything he needs to know about this life. Not only did you sleep with him, you did not teach him anything."
Ruby was furious again. She shifted her glare toward Racheal.
"This is why I should have been the one to co here instead."
Racheal calmly shook her head.
"You are abusive. I cannot trust him with you," she said in a low tone so soft it could easily be mistaken for an apology.
Hazel chuckled, while Ruby shot her a look that scread betrayal. Racheal ignored it completely and turned back to Damian, beginning to explain the kind of threats demons and angels posed to him.
According to her, the universe maintained a balance that prevented everything from collapsing into chaos and spilling into one another without restraint.
The spiritual realm could not directly enter the physical world without assuming a physical vessel. This left angels and demons with two options. They could either possess a mortal or anchor their existence to this world through a person or a sacred or cursed object.
Both thods ca with flaws.
Possessing a mortal body ant that their abilities were limited by the spiritual attunent of the host. She used Bathin as an example, the very demon Damian had killed. Racheal explained that if Damian had faced the true Bathin, he would have been defeated instantly. However, the mortal vessel Bathin inhabited had severely weakened him, reducing his power to a level Damian could confront head on.
His overconfidence and refusal to see mortals as genuine threats had ultimately led to his demise.
Anchoring one’s soul to a person or object was different and carried its own advantages. It allowed an angel or demon to enter the physical realm in their true form and retain their full power. However, they would be bound to the object or person serving as the anchor and could not move more than five kiloters away from it. If the object or person was destroyed, they would be forced back to wherever they ca from.
Because they were tethered to a fixed anchor, it also made it easier to set traps and eliminate them. For that reason, despite its advantages, this thod was not particularly popular.
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