Draziel's POV
I swept Zarek carefully with my gaze, observing him, as I strode powerfully back to the training ground, carrying my weight as threateningly as I always have.
He tightened his grip on his sword, settling carefully into a fighting stance, a slow, mischievous smile building along his lips. He was definitely up to something. But I couldn't tell what it actually was. Perhaps he was up to his playful antics again.
He could never best me in a fight. He knows that—everyone knows that. Not even if he used all his powers to the maximal level.
I didn't become the king of the demon world just because I was the first son. I became the king because I sweated and toiled for it—because I defeated my father, the most powerful demon that ever lived, even with his great weapon of time travel.
