Chương 986: Carry On My Wayward Son

Argo felt like there was a part of him that missed being on stage.

He desired to be one with the audience. He wanted them to become crazy over his performance. So much so that they would not hesitate to offer him their hearts on a silver platter. He wanted people to get riled up in his name.

He was surrounded by so many people who shouted his name. But all he could hear at this point was the sound of his own heartbeat. He could also hear the breaths he was taking in his lungs.

Argo stopped playing the guitar and closed his eyes. He then placed his hand on his heart. The young demon wanted to feel his heartbeat more clearly.

Argo often liked to express his freedom-seeking individuality in various forms. And tonight, music was his way to do just that.

The demon prince's soul fragment inside him took over when he opened his eyes.

Hahahaha! I'mma play some of my originals and then borrow some from my homies. There ain't nobody DMCAing my ass here.'