Warlock Ch 262. The Demon King Existential Therapy Session
'Brat?!' the Demon King roared, though it lacked his usual intensity. 'I am no brat! I am the Demon King! Ruler of the Underworld! Conqueror of—'
"Yeah, yeah," Damian interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "Conqueror of realms, devourer of souls, yadda yadda. You've told me a thousand times. Honestly, you need new material."
The Demon King let out an exasperated sigh, and for once, Damian felt a pang of something that almost resembled guilt. Almost.
"Alright, alright," Damian said, setting his mug down again. "What's really bothering you? You've been extra snarky lately. More than usual, I mean."
The Demon King hesitated, and for a moment, Damian thought he wouldn't answer. But then he spoke, his voice quieter and tinged with something Damian couldn't quite place. 'Do you ever feel… insignificant?'
Damian blinked, caught off guard. "Insignificant? What do you mean?"
