Chapter 111

• Kylian’s POV
• The dark texts had all pointed to this one truth: demons craved the blood of a Temethan. A forbidden delicacy, potent and rare. And it was said that if a Temethan’s blood was offered with the right incantation, through a ritual soaked in enough agony and reverence, the reward would be limitless. Wealth, power, immortality—anything the sacrificer desired. That promise hung before me, glittering like a jewel just out of reach.
• I had been patient, waiting for Damaris to trust me, coaxing her slowly, crafting my trap with meticulous care. It wasn’t difficult. She was naive, easily lulled by kind words, gestures meant to make her think I was nothing but a friend, an ally. I pretended to care, to admire her, just as I had done countless times before with everyone else. And once she was convinced, I struck.