"What do you say? Should I do it? Or do you wish to remain as the Three Fates?"
The sisters exchanged glances, silently communicating with one another. After a brief moment, they nodded simultaneously.
"We will do as Father says."
Damian couldn't help but smile as he looked at the three sisters, who seemed to have complete and absolute trust in him.
He took a step back before showing them his hand. Floating above his palm were three drops of his blood, glowing with a strange, ethereal light that seemed to captivate anyone who gazed upon them, and the three sisters were no exception.
Even beings who hated the presence or scent of blood would feel delighted and aroused in its presence, which showed just how overwhelmingly captivating Damian's blood was.
