In the distance we heard bells. Lots of them. It took a moment then Mother said excitedly it’s the coronation! She quickly shooed me out the room where a lot of maids took my place. The door had shut and I was left dumbfounded. A few of the servants led me to the throne room that was chalked full of people.
Looking around there could be all 66 Dukes here. All the Dukes were lined against the wall. And along the big red rug that went from the thrones to the exit, were a lot of Archbishops that wore ceremonial robes, held burning incense in one hand and a staff in the other. Among the Archbishops, I saw Archbishop Reagan, Starwind’s own Archbishop. The thrones themselves were on a raised platform that was a few feet higher than the rest of the room. It was three very wide steps to get up. There were three thrones. One was a giant elaborately designed throne that was placed in the middle with a slightly smaller one to its right and an even smaller one to its left.
Father was already seated on his throne. He was talking to a man that fit the description of Satan on Earth. As compared to my dad’s black feathered wings, he sported a giant pair of red, leathery bat wings. He was approximately six and a half feet tall and had huge muscles, truly a mountain of a man. He towered over my father, who by the way was five foot and seven inches. He also had a long, red tail that had barbs on the end as compared to my dad’s tailless posterior. My dad had tiny horns protruding from his forehead, while the man had giant ram-like horns. In between those horns a big flaming crown floated on top of his head, it was made of fire that produced a small glow. Oh my, it’s the Demon King himself.
He noticed my presence and motioned me forward. He introduced us, “Alex this is the Demon King Magnus. Your majesty, this is my son Alexander.” We shake hands, my hands looked puny compared this guy, and it’s like half the size of his! Looking him in the eye see yellow flames that some Fire Demons have for eyes. He also produces a powerful aura that makes me want to kneel before him.
In a deep gravelly voice, he smiled, “So this is your son! My, has he grown. Look at you, you even have horns now! We were just discussing the new partnership of the new Monarchy. Since you are old enough, I’ll have you join. Fine by you?” he points the question at my dad, which he in turn nods.
Catching me up to speed, the Demon King continues, “Since I’ve know you and your father for quite some time, we have suggested becoming allies. Of course since we will be both Kings, I can no longer hold any power over him. Meaning he is no longer my subject. If I become the Demonic Emperor, then I would be able to, but alas that is but a dream.” He gets lost in his dream for a bit until my father clears his throat. “Right, also I have agreed that should any of the remaining Dukes show loyalty to him, they can be his subjects. Which I believe the five surrounding Dukes decided to do this.” He saw my puzzled face as to why, “Back in the day of the first Demon Kings, we made it to be a goal to be a Demonic Emperor, but being a Demon King is just that, a King. If some of our Dukes gather enough land or support to become a King, we could suppress them, sure but the humans would use that moment of weakness to take advantage. So it is better for me to let them split off and become an ally. It is better to fight a war with more allies than by yourself.”
Toward the end of the conversation I see my mother approach with maids helping her to her throne. She nods to Magnus as a greeting then shoes the maids away. During this time the Demon Queen comes by to greet Mother, they then strike up a chat. Satisfied that Mom is alright for the time being, I promptly sit down and look around the room from my own throne. I see Uncle Ares make his way to his place beside Mother’s throne. He looked way worse than Mother. He was dressed in a military uniform but he looked very ill. His eyes were hollow, his feathers were falling out, he was sweating bullets and he was off white, tinged with purple. He was scary to look out. You could see the purple dust around his shoulders and chest that signified what he was ill with.
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Catching my eye, he looked at me and smiled as if everything was going to be alright. He was always an upbeat person; it seemed nothing could drag him down. He motioned me look across the crowd of people, and I did just that. Only this many True Demons congregated when a Demon King is crowned, which is not often. Now it is happening for the first time in history that it is not a Demon King. Among The many Dukes and Duchesses I see a Lesser Demon. It was a High Elf. Out of the Original 72 Dukedoms, there are only 66 Dukes, and one was a Lesser Demon. I heard the story before. Sometime during the Great War, the Humans made a few atrocities in a certain Dukedom, the Dukedom of Oclen. The dukedom is at the southern tip of the continent, bordering the Imperial Domain.
The castle had been surrounded and everyone inside had their bodies butchered and littered across the castle. Even the Dukes Family, the Aiceazhals, couldn’t defend themselves from the surprise attack. The whole city would have burned to the ground in chaos if it wasn’t for the quick wits of a General that had been posted in Oclen. He quickly rallied the men and pushed back the Humans and even chased them into a nearby human kingdom, where they were forced to retreat. Despite his quick wits, it was too late to save the Aiceazhals. Needing someone to rule the Dukedom, the Demon King had already dispatched all the other nobles into battle so he gave the rights to that General. This Elf is that General’s descendant. His name is George Almer.
His skin was a lovely golden color; he also had yellow eyes and bright blonde hair. Truly a golden brick.
The doors that lead outside opened up and in slowly marched the Dark Pope Constantine. With the silver skin that marked him as a Mountain Elf he looked sharp in his dark robes. He was followed by three Cardinals.
As he stepped closer to the throne, the Archbishops started doing a chanting in a dead language that got louder as the Dark Pope got closer, saturating the air with power. When the Dark Pope got up the stairs, the chanting stopped. Father stood up before the Dark Pope and kneeled. The Dark Pope lifted is staff far above his head and declared “The Dark Goddess Anelia recognizes you as a King! Long Live King Alastair Phendahl! May his descendants prosper!” It was then that all the energy in the air flew over to us and swirled above our heads.
Above Dad’s head was large crown similar to Satan’s…er… the Demon King’s, but this one was black and radiated white specks. It reminded me of the night sky. Above Mom’s head was a similar crown only a little feminine. Above my own head was a smaller version of Dad’s crown. I looked over at Uncle Ares and see a marking on his forehead that had the same effect as the crowns. It marked him of the Royal family, and he loved every minute of it.
*PING*
Title Change
Your title has changed from ‘Heir to the Grand Dukedom of Drayasil’ to ‘Crown Prince of the Astral Kingdom’
Strength +25, Vitality +25, Dexterity +25, Charisma +50
Oh wow. I am now a Prince that will be interesting. As I was thinking that the Dark Pope had left already. At this time Satan, I mean Demon King, congratulated Father.
Father stood up and declared to the remaining 65 Dukes and Duchesses, “In my name, let us have a Ball!”
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The MC is not is not biased on how the Demon King looks, I swear! Right? Right?
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Answer me!
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