Lucian's POV
"Brother… why are you quiet? This is a feast. Learn to enjoy it."
I knew that voice. I didn't need to turn around to see who it was.
“Damien,” I said, turning slowly to face him, a smirk tugging at the edge of my lips.
He stood there, looking exactly the same well-framed, dressed in black and crimson, eyes glowing faintly like smoldering coals, an aura that made even the boldest hesitate. The King of Demons, the Prince of Chaos himself.
And my brother from another mother.
“I thought the infamous demon king was too busy tormenting souls in the underworld to make time for royal banquets,” I said dryly, clapping him on the back.
Damien chuckled. “Oh, please. The underworld practically runs itself these days. Besides”—his grin widened—“I heard there would be a certain litt
