Most Demons had low fertility rates. The only exceptions were those with special skills that increased them.
As the Demon Emperor of the generation where the next generation of SS ranks was expected, Lucifer had to ensure that one of them came from his line.
The best way to ensure that was to take on as many concubines, wives, and servants as possible.
Kali and Satana were not his first children, and neither was even Damien. In total, Lucifer had over 50 children born over the course of 10 years.
While that may seem small for a person on male enhancements with over 100 women, it was actually a very high amount.
Even if a normal demon were to try to have children for 100 years by having sex every day in a row, they still might not have a child.
This is why the demon population was so small and why most demons did not have siblings. If their numbers ever got too small, the demons would just pass out [Verility] or [Fertility] skills.
Damien was the 9th born son and 14th born child of Lucifer, therefore he was called the 9th prince.
The only exceptions to these naming rules were Kali, Satana, and the crowned heir. As they were SS ranks, the girls were named 1st true princess and 2nd true princess.
The crowned heir currently belonged to the 3rd prince but only because everyone forgot to take it away from him and it was not a big deal for him to hold on to it.
Kali had let Damien into the room only because their father asked for her and Satana to watch out for him and try to make sure he caused as few problems as possible.
The others also knew of the Demon Emperor's request but no one was really planning to protect him. They would just ensure that he did not die.
Damien did not know of the request so he was simply there to ask for protection. But with the way he was gazing at the 9 and Nyx, he might leave the room with his eyes clawed out.
"My dear sisters and their beautiful friends, it is nice to meet you again," Damien said as he tried and failed to hide his lascivious smile.
"Spit out what you want. We are busy unlike you, fallen prince," Hades said with a glare that would make one feel as if they were being roasted.
Ever since his race had changed, Hades had become even more hot-tempered than a normal Red Oni. The fact that he had not killed Damien yet was a testimony to his willpower improving.
Damien had a bit of rage in his eyes when he was called the 'Fallen Prince'. Ever since his father had said that he would no longer protect Damien, many dark race members and demons would call him Fallen Prince behind his back.
Damien had heard rumors of it and was frustrated about that but no one had dared to call him Fallen Prince to his face yet. Until Hades had said it.
"I think he wants advice," Mania said while looking at the 4 women following Damien. "Don't fuck your contracted servants so they will be of use to you in battle."
Standing behind Damien were 4 contracted servants he had gained. Each of them had a bulging belly so it was obvious to tell what was going on with them.
Only fools would get their servants pregnant, especially while they were in the academy and would need to battle for their lords.
"Haha. The beautiful Lady Mania sure knows how to joke. I am here because I wanted to offer one of you a spot on my team.
Teams are supposed to be 3 or 4 demons so there will be one of you left out, and I wanted to make sure that none of you felt lonely."
Damien said, emphasizing the last few words. The others were not even trying to hide their disgust for Damien now.
"We are fine. We are just going to form teams of 3. If there is nothing else, 9th prince, please excuse yourself."
"Yes. Thank you for your care, but we are able to handle ourselves."
"Get out!"
The words went from kind of pleasant to just plain rude within moments. The group really did not feel like putting up fake emotions and appearances for Damien.
Seeing himself being treated this way, Damien got frustrated and began to curse at the group.
"You bitches dare to treat me this way. I'll have you on your knees..." but before he could finish, all he could see was grey before he felt a heavy object smack him across his face and torso.
Damien went flying and landed outside of the room before crashing into the door of the room across the hall.
When he looked up, he saw Mordred staring at him coldly while holding a large gunbai (Japanese Military Fan) in his hand.
"I suggest you guys take him to get some medical help. I think I broke a few things."
Mordred said before he returned to his seat without caring about harming Damien in the slightest. The others also did not seem to care but began discussing something else.
"What is that, the 76th weapon he has used?"
"78th!"
"He is just trying to find his identity. As long as he doesn't get killed trying out all these different weapons, who is he harming?"
"He literally has a war fan this time. Not even one meant for battle but this is to give orders."
"Hurry up and decide on something already!"
The 4 servants noticed that no one was paying attention to them so they hurried to leave the room and carry the 9th prince away to get medical attention.