Shit has finally hit the fan!
Damon calmly observed everything from the shadows. The moment he saw the demon strutting in like he owned the place and casually withstanding the blood domain, he knew it was time to bolt. The vampiress was clearly no match for the guy.
Damon was fully prepared to run. He had no plans to interfere in this big mess. Even the vampiress had specifically asked him not to interfere with her plans. So why should he butt in? He hadn't died yet in this game, and he did not plan to start doing it anytime soon.
However, he still couldn't bring himself to run. This was because the situation unfolding in front of him was a golden opportunity, a once in a lifetime chance to grab a strong foothold in the crimson mountains, the land of the vampires, before he even set foot in there.
