That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 326: Daemonikai didn't share his amusement. His face remained grim, deadly serious.

Vladya must have seen something in his eyes, for the lightness in his expression vanished. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Gee, I wonder what gave me away?" Daemonikai crossed his arms.

Vladya's mouth opened, then closed again, words failing him. "Ukrae's balls. Not that the idea of erasing the entire human population isn't tempting as hell, but you can't do that," Vladya said at last. "You'll become that person again. Evie went through hell to purge the world of Daemonikai the Cruel. The Berserker. Vicious Destroyer. Harbinger of Ruin. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Daemonikai stared him down. "You will fight it. You will not give in easily. Promise me."

"Daemon…" The fight drained out of Vladya, his shoulders drooping like willows. "Fine, you stubborn ancient wagon. Agreed."

"I need your word."

"You have my word." Vladya massaged his brow, adding in a low tone, "I promise."

"Seal it with an oath."

Vladya's frustration flared. "You… Bloody hell." A deep breath. "Fine, I vow that I will fight the feral madness. I will fight with my last breath. Happy?"

Only then did the rigidness in Daemonikai's posture ease. That would be enough for now.

"No wonder people have misunderstood our friendship over the centuries." Vladya snorted, gesturing between them. "Just so you know, this is unhealthy. You are as toxic as the devil's tits."

"Shut up." Daemonikai glowered at him. "Don't think I didn't hear how you chose this." He mirrored Vladya's gesture. "How you chose me, over our people for five centuries. You were all that stood between my feral self, our laws, and Zaiper."

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Vladya's cheeks flushed, looking uncomfortable. "Forget that." He cleared his throat. "It seems history is about to repeat itself, only now, I'm on the feral side."

"No, you are not, you brat." Throat tight, Daemonikai pulled Vladya into another bone-crushing hug. "I will stand between you and that dark void, you hear me?" he vowed. "Now you tell me everything. How the symptoms are, what you're feeling right now, what you want. Leave no detail untold. Let's fight this. Together. And if you go down, we go down together. You hear me?"

He felt more than saw Vladya nod against his shoulder.

By dusk, Daemonikai slumped against the doorframe, frustration simmering beneath his skin, his energy drained.

Spending the entire day in Vladya's residence, he had observed a lot. Feral was like a slow-acting disease, typically taking ten to fifteen years to fully manifest after the first symptoms appeared. But Vladya's case was different, because he wasn't fighting his.

It had been less than two years since the signs began, and already the affliction had progressed at a pace faster than a person in their eighth year of battling the madness.

The vacant stares, the uncontrollable shift from male to beast, the insatiable hunger, and so on. Vladya's madness was closing in… with terrifying speed.

Though they remained indoors all day, they'd tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Working together in Vladya's study, playing cards, they even shared meals. Wegai kept the grand king informed, bringing him constant updates, but to Daemonikai, the world outside this residence was irrelevant.

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