Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 262: The Demon King Existential Therapy Session

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?"

’I mean,’ the Demon King began, his tone uncharacteristically subdued, ’like no matter how much power you have, no matter what you achieve… it’s never enough. That in the grand scheme of things, you’re just another speck in an endless void.’

Damian stared at the countertop, his fingers drumming lightly against the surface. "Yeah," he said after a moment. "I do. More often than I’d like to admit."

The Demon King was silent, and Damian could almost feel his contemplation. It was a rare moment of vulnerability—one he wasn’t sure he’d ever get again.

"But here’s the thing," Damian continued, his voice steady. "We’re all specks in the void, right? Doesn’t mean we can’t make our mark. Doesn’t mean we can’t matter to someone, somewhere."

The Demon King let out a low hum, his voice barely audible. ’You’re surprisingly insightful for someone so irritating.’

Damian chuckled, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, I think."

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between them. It wasn’t awkward or tense—just quiet. Peaceful, even.

"Well," Damian said, pushing off the counter and grabbing his mug. "I’m going to finish my tea. Feel free to keep sulking if you want. Just don’t make it a habit."

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’I’m not sulking,’ the Demon King grumbled, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

"Sure you’re not," Damian replied with a grin, heading toward the living room. "Whatever you say, Your Majesty."

He settled onto the couch. The warmth of the tea spread through him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. For all his bluster and bravado, the Demon King was, at his core, the same as the rest of them. And somehow, that made him a little easier to deal with.

Then, the Demon King’s voice rang out in his mind again, catching him mid-sip. ’You know… can we talk like normal once in a while?’

Damian choked on his tea, sputtering as he set the mug down and thumped his chest. "Okay… that’s definitely not normal," he managed between coughs. His brows furrowed, a mix of confusion and disbelief settling on his face.

’Yeah, I know,’ the Demon King replied, his tone almost sheepish. ’It’s just… I’m bored.’

Damian blinked, leaning forward as if somehow that would help him process what he’d just heard. "I didn’t expect that."

’Which part?’ the Demon King asked. ’Didn’t expect that I was bored or that I told you?’

"Both," Damian said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You’re not usually honest with me. Usually, you’re either complaining or grumbling. Or both."

There was a pause, the silence stretching just long enough to make Damian wonder if he’d imagined the whole thing. Then the Demon King spoke again, quieter this time. ’Yeah, well… I’m that desperate.’

Damian stared at the wall, his thoughts scrambling to catch up. For once, he didn’t have a snarky reply or a witty comeback. The raw honesty in the Demon King’s words caught him off guard, leaving him uncharacteristically speechless.

’What did you expect?’ the Demon King continued, his voice tinged with frustration. ’I’ve been stuck here for a very long time. Alone. Powerless. Forgotten. You don’t think that gets to me?’

Damian exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "Okay… I didn’t think we were going to have an existential therapy session today."

’Neither did I,’ the Demon King admitted, his tone softening. ’But here we are.’

Damian leaned back, crossing his arms as he stared at the ceiling. "You’re serious about this, huh? You actually want to talk. Like… normal people."

’I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t serious,’ the Demon King shot back, though his voice lacked its usual venom. ’I’m not saying we need to braid each other’s hair and share our deepest secrets, but… I don’t know. Maybe something less hostile for once.’

Damian let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "This is surreal. The mighty Demon King, asking for a heart-to-heart."

’Laugh it up,’ the Demon King muttered. ’But you’re stuck with me, and I’m stuck with you. Might as well make the best of it.’

"Fair point," Damian conceded, picking up his tea again. He took a sip, savoring the warmth before adding, "Alright. What do you want to talk about?"

The Demon King hesitated, as if he hadn’t expected Damian to actually agree. ’I don’t know… anything. What’s it like out there? The world now, I mean.’

Damian raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the question. "You don’t know? I thought you could see what I see."

’Not everything,’ the Demon King admitted. ’It’s more like… glimpses. Fragments. I see the places where your power and mine overlap, but that’s it.’

"Huh." Damian tapped his fingers against the mug, considering. "Well, cities are bigger, magic’s more regulated, and everyone’s obsessed with their rank. It’s a whole system now—licenses, exams, all that bureaucratic nonsense like usual."

’Bureaucracy in magic?’ The Demon King’s tone was incredulous. ’What kind of madness is that?’

"Welcome to the modern world," Damian said dryly. "Everything’s gotta have rules and paperwork. Can’t have people running around with unchecked power, apparently."

The Demon King let out a low hum, as if mulling over the information. ’Sounds… tedious’

"Wait… I thought you already knew about that," Damian muttered, taking another sip of tea.

’Yes, I know. But demons mostly don’t need that,’ The demon king said. ’Didn’t need that,’ he corrected since he wasn’t sure about today’s situation anymore. There was a brief silence before the Demon King spoke again, his tone almost wistful. ’Do they still tell stories about me?’