Touch Her… And You die
Peace never lasted.
Not in Damian's world.
Not for people like him.
The hospital room felt calm.
Too calm.
Elara sat upright, gently cradling Seraphina in her arms.
Soft whispers.
A mother's warmth.
But across the room—
Damian wasn't relaxed.
Not even for a second.
His eyes scanned everything.
Doors.
Windows.
Shadows.
Because something in him…
Refused to rest.
"Come sit," Elara said softly.
He didn't move immediately.
Then slowly—
He walked over.
Sitting beside her.
His gaze dropping to the baby.
"She looks like you," Elara murmured.
A small smile forming.
Damian shook his head slightly.
"No."
A pause.
"She has your eyes."
Elara's heart softened.
But before she could respond—
A knock came at the door.
Both of them froze.
Damian's head turned instantly.
His eyes sharpening.
That feeling again.
Danger.
"Come in," Elara said gently, unaware.
The door opened slowly.
A nurse stepped in.
Head slightly lowered.
Pushing a small tray.
"Medication," she said quietly.
Damian watched her.
Closely.
Too closely.
Because something—
Was off.
Her steps were too careful.
Her hands…
Too steady.
Not nervous.
Not natural.
She moved closer to the bed.
Closer to Elara.
Closer to the baby.
Damian stood up slowly.
"Stop."
The nurse froze.
But only for a second.
Then—
Everything changed.
Her hand moved fast.
Too fast.
Reaching beneath the tray—
Pulling out a gun.
Elara gasped.
Instinctively holding Seraphina tighter.
"Don't move," the woman snapped.
Her voice no longer soft.
No longer calm.
Cold.
Trained.
"Give me the child."
The room went silent.
Dead silent.
Damian didn't react immediately.
Didn't rush.
Didn't shout.
And that…
Was worse.
Because when he finally spoke—
His voice was quiet.
Too quiet.
"You walked into the wrong room."
The woman tightened her grip on the gun.
"Give me the baby," she repeated.
Elara shook her head instantly.
"No…"
Her voice trembling.
Her arms wrapping tighter around Seraphina.
The woman stepped closer.
Gun now aimed directly.
"I won't ask again."
Damian took one step forward.
Slow.
Measured.
Her gun snapped toward him.
"Stay back!"
He stopped.
But his eyes—
They locked onto hers.
And something in them…
Something dark.
Something inhuman—
Made her hesitate.
"Who sent you?" he asked quietly.
She smirked slightly.
"Does it matter?"
A pause.
"You already know."
Victor.
That name alone—
Was enough.
Damian exhaled slowly.
Almost… calmly.
Then—
He moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
The gun fired—
But missed.
Because he was already in front of her.
A single strike—
And the weapon hit the floor.
Another—
And she collapsed.
Unconscious.
Silence filled the room again.
But this time—
It wasn't calm.
It was terrifying.
Damian stood over her.
Breathing steady.
Too steady.
Then slowly—
He turned.
Elara flinched slightly.
Not from fear of him—
But from what he had become.
His gaze dropped to the baby.
To Seraphina.
And something inside him…
Snapped completely.
"This ends now."
His voice was final.
Cold.
Absolute.
Elara's heart tightened.
Because she knew—
That tone.
That wasn't a promise.
It was a declaration of war.
Far away—
Victor sat back, watching the failed attempt on a screen.
His expression unreadable.
Then slowly—
He smiled.
"Good…"
Because now—
He had exactly what he wanted.
The Devil…
Was no longer protecting.
He was coming.