He ignored her for a moment, mind racing.
'So I can give them powers. Custom-made abilities designed specifically for their needs, paid for with divine energy I apparently generated in some future/past timeline as a Primordial Incubus or whatever the fuck I am.'
The implications were staggering.
'But there's a problem,' Viktor thought grimly. 'If they gain too much power too quickly, some might betray me.'
He wasn't a fool to hand over everything to his wives even if their loyalty was deep.
If one wife became more strong, like someone as Kaida—more dangerous than her—she might kidnap him, kill others of his wife and turn that loyalty into obsession to treat him like those Yandere lovers.
His gaze drifted down to Helena's face—brown eyes watching him with concern and affection that had been built over nineteen years.
'She's safe,' he decided. 'Right?'
