The woman's brows suddenly furrowed.
Her beautiful face twisted slightly, a clear look of disgust appearing as her sharp silver eyes narrowed at him.
"Are you done staring?" she said coldly.
Her voice flowed through the white space like a soft melody.
It was smooth, very soothing to the ears.
Yet beneath that pleasant tone was an unmistakable edge of irritation.
The sound alone was enough to catch Damien's full attention.
His eyes flickered slightly as he focused on her again, a faint spark of interest appearing within them.
Then—
He smirked.
"Sorry…" he said casually, completely unbothered.
His gaze didn't waver in the slightest.
"I've just never seen such a beautiful woman as yourself."
The words came out naturally and smooth, like they had been practiced a million times before.
For a brief moment—
The woman froze.
A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, spreading ever so slightly across her otherwise flawless face.
Her lips parted just a little as if caught off guard.
But almost immediately—
She shook her head.
Her long silver hair swayed with the motion.
The blush faded just as quickly as it had appeared.
And the look of disgust returned even stronger than before.
"And I've never seen such a disgusting, shameless, and useless pervert such as yourself," she replied sharply.
Her tone was filled with disdain.
Damien blinked, then chuckled softly.
"What did I do to deserve all that insult?" he asked lightly.
His expression remained relaxed, as if her harsh words didn't bother him in the slightest.
The woman let out a faint hiss.
Her eyes glared at him with clear annoyance.
"Don't you mean, what didn't you do?" she shot back.
Her voice grew sharper.
"Sleeping around… taking the wives of others without a single ounce of remorse…"
Her gaze hardened further.
"You're the worst of the worst of scum."
The accusation hung heavily in the air.
But Damien simply chuckled again.
"I simply live the way I've always wanted," he replied lazily.
He shrugged slightly.
"And those women…"
A confident smirk tugged at his lips.
"I can't help it that they're so obsessed with me."
The woman's expression darkened instantly.
A louder hiss escaped her lips this time.
"You made them that way, you disgusting pervert."
Her voice carried a mix of anger and disgust.
But Damien didn't seem affected at all.
Instead—
He slowly raised his hand toward her.
His fingers stretched outward slightly, and a lustful glint flashed across his eyes.
"I can make you that way also…" he said smoothly.
His smirk deepened.
"I promise it'll be unforgettable."
For a split second—
The woman's eyes widened.
Shock flashed across her face as she stared at him, lest speechless at his shamelessness.
Then, her eyes rolled upward in clear exasperation.
It was as if she had just given up trying to understand him.
She completely ignored what he had just said.
Instead, her posture straightened slightly, her presence becoming more composed.
"You should be grateful," she said coldly.
Her voice regained its earlier calm, though the irritation still lingered beneath it.
"You've been granted the opportunity to atone for your sins by serving the great goddess of light."
There was a certain authority in her tone now.
As if what she was offering was something beyond priceless.
Something no one in their right mind would ever refuse.
But—
Damien didn't even hesitate.
"I refuse," he replied instantly.
For a brief moment—
The woman simply stared at him.
Her silver eyes flickered slightly, a trace of surprise flashing across her otherwise composed face.
She hadn't expected that.
Most people would have fallen to their knees the moment such an offer was made. The chance to serve the goddess of light wasn't something mortals rejected.
Yet Damien had shut her down instantly, without even a second thought.
"You refuse?" she repeated slowly.
Her voice carried a faint edge of disbelief.
Then her expression hardened.
"How insolent."
There was clear displeasure in her tone now.
But Damien didn't react to it.
Instead, he simply tilted his head slightly, as if her reaction didn't concern him in the slightest.
"Why don't you tell me your name…" he said calmly, his gaze remaining fixed on her. "…or who this goddess you speak of is?"
His voice was casual, like he was asking about something trivial.
Truthfully, her mention of a "goddess" didn't strike him as strange.
Not at all.
After all—
He was a god himself.
At least, that was what he had come to believe.
A God of Sex and Freedom.
The title wasn't just for show.
Everything he had become… everything he had achieved… it had elevated him far beyond normal humans.
So the existence of another god?
It wasn't surprising.
It was expected.
The only thing was—
He had never met one before.
The only other god he knew existed apart from himself was Eros, the one who wrote the very book that transformed his life, and who he considered his mentor.
Which meant he still didn't fully understand how all of this worked.
What kind of beings gods truly were.
Or what kind of power they held.
But apart from his confusion… he was also annoyed and irritated by this goddess of light.
She was the first 'god' he actually encountered, and the first thing she did was tell him to become a servant?
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
That, to him, was the highest form of disrespect.
But…
Damien let out a quiet breath.
The irritation faded from his expression, as he buried those thoughts to the back of his mind.
Because right now—
He was more curious than anything else.
He wanted to understand what was really going on.
Who she was, and why hr had been brought to this strange white place.
But it seemed his question had the opposite effect.
The woman's expression darkened immediately, the frown on her face deepening further.
Her silver eyes flashed with anger as she glared at him, and a faint aura of pressure seemed to gather around her.
"How dare you speak of the goddess so casually!" she snapped.
Her voice echoed sharply through the white space.
The earlier composure she had maintained was gone.
In its place was clear outrage.
"What gives you the right to ask questions," she continued, her tone growing colder with each word, "when you should be groveling at the mere opportunity to serve the goddess?"
Her gaze bore into him, as if his very existence was an insult.
For a moment, all that reigned between them was silence.
Then—
Damien's expression changed.
The playful smirk on his face disappeared completely, and his eyes turned cold.
"I don't care who she is," he said flatly. "I serve no one."