Ashmedai’s Prized Vessel

Ashmedai, who already knew what Ethan was planning to do, couldn't help but smirk as he sat on his hellish throne.

He had been paying close attention to the young man as of late, and was very interested in his confrontation with the Demigod, who was located in the Lands of the Milesians.

“Mortals really are interesting,” Ashmedai said before swirling the cup of wine in his hand. “Isn’t that right, Vlad?”

The Vampire Progenitor, who was also holding a glass filled not with wine but blood, nodded.

“So, this is the child you’ve been raising secretly, huh?” Vlad inquired. “Aren’t you worried I might spread this information to others?”

“I’m not worried in the slightest,” Ashmedai answered casually. “I only invited you here so that we can ensure that your son and my precious vessel will not kill each other, yes?”

“I really pity Balthazar’s lot for making a pact with you.”

“Oh, come on. Him and his family signing a pact with me is the best thing that happened in their lives.”