Damain's attention returned to Jota, and the demon shivered involuntarily beneath his gaze.
To witness a human and his spirit beast casually discussing the extermination of an entire race to forge cursed weapons was enough to shatter the soul. Whatever fear Jota had felt before paled in comparison to what gripped him now.
It was no different from the logic of mortals. Humans hunted animals they deemed lesser and consumed them without thought, yet the moment one human killed and devoured another, he was branded a monster beyond redemption.
That was the line.
And what Damian had spoken of crossed it without hesitation.
Demons had never seen fault in crafting cursed weapons from the souls of mortals, but to do the same to demons or angels was no different from cannibalism. It was an act that defied every unspoken law of their kind.
It was unheard of.
Even if such weapons were forged, who would wield them? What demon would take up the remains of its own kin as a tool of war?
