Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 200: You Know Who I Was…

Warlock Ch 200. You Know Who I Was…

"You know who I was…" Damian muttered, narrowing his eyes. The playful edge in his voice vanished, replaced by something darker—more serious. His posture straightened slightly, and for the first time since the conversation began, his grin disappeared entirely.

Victoria's smile didn't waver, but her eyes glimmered with satisfaction, as if she'd been waiting for this shift. "Of course I do," she said smoothly. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize you, Kaelan?"

The name hit him like a physical blow. He hadn't heard it aloud in what felt like an eternity from others' mouths, except Evelyn and Cassius. It wasn't just a name—it was a past he'd been trying to piece together, a legacy both powerful and dangerous.

"How much do you know?" Damian asked, his voice quieter now but no less intense.

"Enough," Victoria replied, her gaze unrelenting. "Enough to understand what you're capable of and what your crimes were."

Damian's fists clenched subtly at his sides, but he forced himself to remain calm. "And yet here you are, suggesting a bond. Why? What's your angle, Victoria?"

Her smile softened, though it didn't lose its edge. "My angle, as you call it, is survival," she said simply. "You and I both know the stakes. Varak isn't just a threat to me—he's a threat to balance, to everything we've built. If he succeeds in overthrowing me, the chaos he'll unleash will ripple far beyond my faction."

"Cut the crap! I know this isn't about that pathetic general of yours." Damian tilted his head, and his skepticism was evident. "Am I supposed to believe you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart?"

Victoria chuckled softly, the sound low and melodic. "I'm no saint, and I won't pretend otherwise. My motives are my own. But that doesn't mean we can't help each other."

"You said it yourself—a bond like this comes with risks," Damian pointed out. "What's stopping you from using it to your advantage? From using me?"

Victoria stepped closer, her presence as commanding as ever. "Because a bond like this only works if both parties are willing," she said, her voice dropping to a near-whisper.

Damian didn't move, his muscles tense. He could feel the intensity of her gaze, the sheer force of her focus on him. She was no longer the composed, distant queen he'd seen earlier—there was something raw, almost desperate, in her tone.

"This bond will connect us," Damian said cautiously, his voice steady despite the whirlwind in his mind. "It will tie us together in ways you can't undo. And no one can betray the other."

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Victoria chuckled softly at that, a sound that sent a chill down his spine. She raised her hand, covering her mouth with the back of it in a gesture almost too poised. But when she lowered it, her expression shifted, and Damian froze.

The obsession was clear.

Her crimson eyes burned with an intensity that bordered on hunger, and the mask she'd worn earlier—the regal, detached demeanor—was gone. In its place was something unfiltered, something real.

"I know," she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly with emotion. "That's what I want, Damian. A connection with you." She paused, her gaze flickering with something almost vulnerable before hardening again. "Since that day… I've craved this. I want to be with you. I need it. I can feel it in my blood."

Damian, though outwardly calm, felt his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. 'What the hell is happening?' he thought, struggling to process the sudden change in her demeanor. This wasn't the Victoria he knew. She was… unraveling, and it was both terrifying and fascinating.

He forced himself to stay composed, his voice low and even. "I killed your husband," he said carefully, watching her reaction like a hawk. "Yet you want this with me? You know what this bond entails, right? You know what being connected to a Warlock of Eternal Bonds means. You'd have to…" He hesitated, his words catching slightly. "You'd have to sleep with me."

Victoria didn't flinch. If anything, she stepped closer, her presence making his skin prickle. Slowly, she reached up and caressed his cheek, her touch light but deliberate. Damian stiffened under her hand, his mind screaming at him to stay on guard.

"I know," she whispered, her lips curving into a soft, almost dreamy smile. "And that's what I want."

Damian blinked, his mask of calm slipping for a fraction of a second. "What…?"

Victoria's thumb brushed against his jawline, and her eyes softened, though the obsession behind them didn't fade. "It seems I'm right," she murmured, her tone laced with certainty. "Your memories are fragmented."

His chest tightened at her words, though he quickly forced himself to recover. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, acting innocent. His voice was sharper now, more demanding.

Victoria lowered her hand but didn't step back. Her gaze stayed locked on his, unwavering. "You don't remember, do you?" she said softly. "The way you looked at me that night. The way you fought to protect me."

Damian's blood ran cold. 'So, it was true that I was protecting her?' he thought.

"That night," Victoria said, her voice dropping even lower, almost tender now. "In the throne room. You don't remember it clearly, do you? You only see fragments—pieces of what happened. Is that a side effect of the demon king's power?"

Damian swallowed hard, his mind racing. He hated how much sense her words made. The vision had felt incomplete, like a puzzle with pieces missing. And now, with her standing so close, her presence overwhelming, it was like she was holding the missing piece in her hand, teasing him with it.

His gaze sharpened. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice low but firm. He wasn't going to let her keep him in the dark any longer.

Victoria giggled softly, a sound that somehow felt more mocking than playful. She tilted her head, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, Damian," she said, her voice like silk. "You need to make me talk. Or perhaps…" Her grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Should I call you Kaelan?"

'This woman is playing with me, huh?' he thought. The grin she wore only made his irritation burn hotter. He'd had enough of her games.

"Fine," he said, his voice laced with dangerous intent. "I'll make you talk."