Chapter 105: Damian… Infertile?

The picture of godhood Racheal painted was nothing short of repulsive. Damian’s eyes narrowed with growing disgust as she spoke, and with every word, his aversion deepened.

’Gods are prisoners.’

That was the conclusion he arrived at.

The stronger one became, the tighter the chains of the universe wrapped around them. According to Racheal, the life of a god was not one of endless luxury or divine splendor, but a relentless struggle for survival. To ascend into the heavens, one had to secure the mandate of mortals. Yet even after reaching that height, the battle did not end. It only changed form. A god had to fight to remain remembered, to remain relevant. The moment they were forgotten, they ceased to exist.

And so they schemed.

Racheal went further, making a claim so bold it almost sounded absurd. Mortals, she said, stood at the very top of the universal food chain. She supported this with example after example. Vampires could not enter a human home without invitation. Weaker demons required consent to possess a body. Gods themselves depended on human reverence and fear to survive. Even spirits could be bound and controlled if one uncovered their true name.

The examples piled up, and even someone as stubborn as Damian began to see the pattern forming beneath them.

Because of this, Racheal declared that mortals were the most powerful beings in existence. That truth, she explained, was the source of resentment from both demons and angels. They despised the fact that their survival hinged on beings they were meant to be superior to. Though they would never admit it openly, the endless struggle between light and darkness revolved around this very truth.

Whoever controlled the most mortals held the greatest power.

At first, Damian resisted her claims. He pointed out that if what she said was true, then most deities should have faded by now, considering how religion had declined in the modern age. Racheal dismissed that argument almost immediately, countering him with examples he had never even heard of.

She spoke of the Order of Moses, an organization that still operated in the shadows of the modern world, completely unknown to him. She went further, claiming that demonic worship had only grown more subtle in advanced civilizations. According to her, those who truly controlled society still indulged in such practices, weaving influence through subliminal messages in movies, music, and the steady normalization of immorality across every layer of modern life.

Did he truly believe any of that was coincidence?

To gods and demons, the universe was a vast chessboard, and mortals were the pieces that determined victory.

Racheal ended the discussion by revealing the dominant force behind it all. She spoke of the Prince of Greed, the entity with the greatest influence over this world. According to her, Earth was merely one of many domains under his control. That explained why, ever since Damian’s identity had been revealed, only subordinates had come searching for him.

With that, Racheal drifted off to sleep in his arms, leaving Damian alone with his thoughts.

He recalled his encounter with Bathin as vividly as if it had happened moments ago. The demon had admitted to serving the Prince of Greed and had even hinted that among those interested in acquiring him were members of a cult devoted to that very entity.

In a single conversation, his entire understanding of the world had shifted.

He finally grasped what he was up against.

“That means gaining strength here will draw his attention,” Damian muttered to himself. “But according to Hazel, he cannot interfere directly at that level. He cannot harm me himself. He will rely on subordinates…”

Now that he understood the system, his mind had already begun moving, weaving strategies, considering how to turn these limitations against his unseen enemies. The dependency of gods on mortals terrified him, yet he found himself accepting it.

If that was the price of protecting his wives, then so be it.

But another thought crept in, colder than the rest.

How reliable were his wives?

How was it that he was only learning all this now, months after becoming their husband? Shouldn’t something this fundamental have been the first thing they told him?

“What else don’t I know?” Damian voiced his frustration into the quiet room.

He considered confronting them after their trip, but before that thought could settle, something else shattered him.

“You can’t have babies… stop feeding Clara contraceptives…” Racheal murmured drowsily, her voice thick with sleep as she stretched lightly against him.

Her eyes never opened. Moments later, she sank back into silence.

Damian went completely still.

His body slackened, his mind spiraling into chaos.

’Did I hear that wrong?’

He stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to process it at first. But as his thoughts began to align, the truth crept in with cruel clarity. In the past few months, he had lived a life of excess, far beyond anything he had known before. Yet none of his wives had ever conceived.

He had not questioned it.

He had not even thought about it.

With Clara and others, he had been careful, using protection or offering contraceptives. But with his wives, there had been no such caution, and still, nothing had ever come of it.

Now it all made sense.

They had been with Lin Qui for over a century, yet none of them had children.

The signs had always been there.

He had simply chosen not to see them.

The realization settled heavily on him.

He could never have a child.

The weight of it pressed down silently, suffocating.

The night slipped away unnoticed, and soon the first rays of morning sunlight poured through the windows, falling directly across Racheal’s face. She stirred, squinting slightly before turning over, her body sinking deeper into the softness of the bed.

Her eyes snapped open.

She sat up abruptly, only to find the room empty.

Damian was gone.

“Did something happen last night?” she murmured, confusion clouding her expression.

Damian was a creature of habit. He found comfort in routine, and he rarely broke it without reason. He never left her room before she woke. They always rose together, shared the quiet moments of the morning before stepping back into the world.

But now…

Something was wrong.

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