Damian remained seated for several quiet moments, his violet eyes fixed upon the owl headed demon kneeling before him. Around them, the lively atmosphere that had filled the street only moments ago had completely disappeared.
Every demon in sight stared toward Amon with unmistakable fear written across their faces. Some instinctively lowered their heads the moment their eyes met his while others quietly retreated another few steps, as though merely standing too close to the Minister of War invited misfortune.
The reaction did not escape Damian. If anything, it unsettled him even more.
This wasn't the respect reserved for an important official. It was fear. The sort of fear people only developed after years of subjugation.
