While the answer to the question should have been easy, it was more complex than that, and far more... complicated. If John was being honest with himself, it didn’t matter what Daimon said. Could have told him to fuck off and he’d still take that as a ‘yes’ - it didn’t matter to him.
“Oh,” he mused grin spreading across his lips. “I don’t think even your Father would.” And that? That was saying something in all reality ( at least to him ). “It might trickle down the grapevine - the antichrist himself missin’ little ol’ me? Oh, wouldn’t that be rich.”
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