'A father's love for his daughter… It's the one thing that even power cannot twist. No matter how high a throne he sits on, or how many worlds he rules, before his child, he is only a man.'
The words slipped into my head the moment I saw him bow, forehead pressed to the floor, his pride practically shattered into dust.
I let out a quiet breath, my eyes drifting back to the chained woman, her body trembling under the seal of endless sigils.
"…Even the Demon King," I muttered softly, "is still a father."
The hall was silent except for the low hum of sealing magic.
The King's shoulders shook faintly, but he didn't raise his head. His voice came out raw, almost hoarse.
"For a thousand years, I've borne the title of King. I've slaughtered armies, crushed rebellions, and stood unshaken even before gods. But here… before her… I am powerless."
He dug his hands into the floor, claws scraping against the black marble.
