Edward knew William could never be placed among ordinary mages. An unconventional awakening could explain the overwhelming strength he displayed, at least on the surface.
But not once did he consider the true reason behind it. The source of that dominance on every battlefield, the force that gave him such reach, was tied to something far more ominous.
"You… are a Devil," the older man said, stepping forward.
His muscles were still taut. Blood from the corrupted human stained his clothes, with a few splashes marking his face.
Everything about him warned others to stay away. He had seen enough to remain calm and composed, just as always.
Yet the being before him did not so much as flinch. His lips held a lazy smile as he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around his beloved's waist.
"It's okay, love. I've got this," William whispered.
A second later, the sword slipped from her hand and hit the ground with a clang.
