C143 Crimson Harvest

"Not now," Asmodeus said smoothly, his voice dripping with confidence. His dark eyes locked onto King Gael's, and his lips curled into a faint, almost teasing smile. "We do not wish for our child to bear the burden of blame for everything wrong in the world right now." His lower eyelids lifted slightly as he suppressed a chuckle, adding a layer of charm to his response