"What I mean is very simple, Ms. Morvana…"
I took a small but deliberate pause, just long enough to make her blink. "Make me your son-in-law."
My smile deepened as I spoke the words aloud.
Naturally, she didn't take kindly to it.
An unbelievable surge of aura erupted from her body as the furniture blasted backward.
Well, I expected this much.
I mean, if you ask any woman for her most cherished daughter's hand, this was the natural reaction.
…At least in this world, anyway.
Demons were weirdly conservative about marriage, yeah, their great Demon King, the magnificent Ashavar himself, had over a hundred wives, but that was just him going through a midlife crisis on loop.
See, long before that, demons actually treated marriage as something sacred. They were loyal, committed and painfully traditional until Ashavar, in this particular life, decided to break that tradition.
Why?
Because, naturally, he had gone insane.
