"Yes… yes, of course. Anything you wish, Jota will see it done!" Jota begged, its voice trembling under the weight of fear.
The creature was terrified, but not foolish. It understood perfectly what lay beneath Damian's words. If it wished to avoid being erased from existence like its former master, then obedience was no longer a choice.
"Good… good. Now come with me."
As the words left his lips, Damian released a surge of demonic force. It wrapped around Jota instantly, suffocating, binding, stripping it of movement before it could even think to resist. In the next moment, Damian shot into the air, his wings cutting through the night as he ascended toward the tallest rooftop in the area.
Unlike Jota, who existed beyond human perception, Damian did not possess such convenience. The last thing he needed was a recording of a man dressed in white, wielding a hand fan and speaking to empty air, circulating online.
