My father had nine children, eight boys one girl. I was the only one under the age of ten. So they don't really come to visit me. I've only met five of them, and four of them were when I was a baby. I was only surprised because getting all of them together was an impressive feat. If they weren't busy with their own life, they were busy hating each other. That was all thanks to dear old dad. He had yet to name his heir.
"Your lazy father better show up. All of his kids are here to see him." Mog said with frustration. My father, the Demon King, ruler of the eight tribes, and the strongest demon in the kingdom, was a lazy man. He spends his time traveling the massive kingdom of Esha. He says it's to make sure that the domain stays united. But the truth is he's an acholic, gambling womanizer.
Esha practically ran itself. The fear of my insanity strong father is enough to crush a rebellion before it even starts. The four demon generals did their job of protecting and maintaining order out of respect and fear of my father. That meant the king was pretty much free to do whatever he pleased. So that's exactly what he did. Although only the royal family and some close nobles knew this. My father never traveled without a disguise. Changing his face so he wouldn't be recognized. This meaning Everyone else thought of him as the ever-watchful king, not aware that their very king. Probably frequents the same brothels.
(Father is living the life I always dreamed of!) I thought with raging envy. If you get rid of all his bad habits like drinking and womanizing, It would be perfect. He gets to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and no one tells him what to do. I would kill for his freedom. Being a princess was exhausting. I couldn't wear what I wanted. My diet was constantly watched to ensure I didn't gain too much weight. I couldn't even read what I wanted. The only books Mog gave me were kiddy novels and history books. It was a big step up from being some bishops puppet, but still not true freedom.
"I'm sure he will make an appearance. I heard from a close advisor that his highness is making a big announcement today. I think it has something to do with his children." Duncan said with a smile on his face. I could tell he was excited for today.
(I wonder what that lucky bastard has to say?) I thought as we continued our walk. The academy was vast, so it would be few minutes before we actually got to our destination. After a few moments, we had entered a tunnel made of black stone. At the end of the tunnel was a bright light. I could hear loud noises coming from the other side. Beyond the tunnel was the arena. I put on my fakest smile as we walked through the tunnel towards the stadium. (Mog always says everyone is watching, so I must act happy.) I thought.
Upon exiting the tunnel, I was bombarded by my senses. Row after row of the circler arena was filled with people. There had to be tens of thousands of demons there. Their chatter engulfed the stadium. Lucky we were high enough away that no one saw us. I didn't want the whole crowd screaming, "All hail the princess." I could also smell the food roasted. Turkey legs, sausage on a bun, and sweet breed. My mouth began to water as I thought about my next meal. I really had begun to eat far more than usual. I blamed it on my demon side of the family. I don't remember eating so much in my old life. Well, after I became a paladin, my diet became consisted of mostly vegetables. `
I could also smell the B.O. Some of these people needed a bath. (I pity them, I have the beautiful Mog to bathe me every morning.) I thought while we walked around to the other side of the place.
Where are we going? I asked Ducan when I noticed we were headed to our usual seats. He told us that my father requested I sit next to him. After hearing this, I immediately got a headache. That meant I would have to sit with the higher nobles. (The snobby bastards with their backhanded compliment.) I thought as I took a glimpse at the royal's box.
The royal family sits a row above everyone else. It was a little too elitist if you asked me. On the opposite side of us, I could see our seats. It was a stone balcony overlooking the area. Banners from each demon tribe hung from it, with the Hydra clans in the middle. From here, I could see a group of people already sitting down. Most likely, they were the princes along with the demon generals. I didn't have much of a relationship with them, only meeting them a few times. They always found a chance to put me down so, on account of my "low birth." There are words, not mine. So, I avoided them whenever I could.
As we got closer, the group began to look our way. All eyes were on us. A total of eight people were seated on the balcony. The four generals and my four brothers. The place could fit at least twenty people, but there were only these eight. (I guess the other tribe princes are at the bottom level. There was a row right below us where the lower-ranking nobles stayed. Even among us royal, there was a hierarchy. There was a lack of servants as well, meaning someone kicked them out. Mog and Drak didn't seem to mind the eyes as they just kept forward. I felt nervous for only a second before remembering who I was. I was the only princess of the mighty demon king. What would I be scared of? Plus, I had Mog with me. She would literally die to protect me.
"Here is your seat your highness." Duncan said, gesturing towards an oversized wooden chair. It was large enough to fit about two of me. After saying his piece, Duncan said his goodbyes and left. I was about to sit in my chair when Mog scooped me up and sat down. Placing me in her lap. I wanted to object. I wasn't too fond of being treated as a child. (I did lead men into battle.) I thought as I laid back on Mogs comfortable body.
"Hello everyone!" I said with a big fake smile. Everyone present was silent for a moment before greeting me back. The majority of them nodded, while the others gave one-word greetings. I always hate meeting the noble demons. Although the public adored me, most of the noble clans hated my guts. This is because I was now in line for the throne. Demons don't choose a successor by birth order. Only the strongest child could inherit the title of the demon king and since all my brothers were from different tribes. This meant whoever the next demon king was, that tribe would be the new royal tribe. So, there has always been hostility between them, although it was more of a heated rivalry. However, that wasn't the case for me. Almost all the high nobles hated me because I was born with no tribe. They didn't voice their displeasure in front of ordinary people, but they had no problem expressing them to me personally. Out of earshot of my father, of course. (Dear old daddy, where are you?) I thought, gazing at the empty throne right next to me. It was a red stone chair with three black serpents statues. They were wrapped around the back and the arms of the throne.
"Well it would seem that the Princess has the better seat." Lord Rogar said sarcastically, scoffing. He was a half-human half-lion creature with hair like that of a lion's mane. He wore heavy plated dark bronze armor. I ignored him, snuggling deeper into Mog. I was also closer to my father's empty chair. This made all of my brothers glare at me. She, on the other hand, stared intensely at the giant lion-man. They all competed for our degenerate father's approval.
"Right you are Rogar ole pale. Hello Lady Mog, you are looking elegant as ever." A cheery voice said. I recognized it immediately. It was Crassus, another one of the four Generals. He was part of the succubus and incubus tribes. I know his voice so well because he has tried many times to court Mog. She never gave him the time of day. (will this guy ever learn?) I thought, trying hard not to roll my eyes. Crassus was actually quite handsome. His cream-colored face reminded me of the human nobles back home. That and his curly brown hair made him look more human than a demon. The only thing separating him from an average human was his goat-like horns and black tail. Instead of armor, he wore a black suit with green trimming.
"Thank you, Crassus." Mog replied but refused to look in either man's direction. Mog always got attention from the high nobles. They were the only ones who knew who she really was. Mog was no typical maid. (This is another reason I hate going out with her.) I thought as I looked out at the arena, well, I should say arenas. The callosum was large enough to hold eight total platforms. All of them had combatants fighting.
"Mog, can you do the magic thing, so I see?" I asked my maid. I could only make out tiny figures from so high up. Mog said nothing and simply placed her hand on my head. I felt her Ki enter my body, and in seconds my eyes sight got more precise. Now I could see every fine detail in each fighter participating.
I saw a wolf-man with a spear going head-to-head with a mage of the devil race on one stage. The battle was almost over, and it looked like the devil was about to win. Right next to them was an even more exciting Battle. A 3-foot-tall imp boy fighting a cute little vampire girl. The yellow-skinned imp was casting fireball after fireball at the paled face redheaded girl. She was having a hard time dodging the little orbs of fire. Still, she manages to escape the barrage. When she was close enough, she flicked her wrist and conjured a red-colored whip.
Crack!
The whipped bite the air inches away from the small imp. The creature managed to evade at the last second. The demon was about to cast another fireball when a gust of wind suddenly erupted from the whip. (The vampear must be using wind magic.) I thought. It wasn't too powerful, but it did interrupt his attack. The fire orbs that floated above him disappeared as he covered his face from the dust. The Vampear girl didn't miss her chance. With another flick of her wrist, she ended the match. Her blood-colored whip wrapped around the imp's neck. He had no choice but to yield. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I was too engrossed in the fight. I had secretly hoped the imp would pull it off; not too many imps demons get accepted into the royal academy, and I like rooting for the underdog.
"I never seen a blood whip before. Is that a common weapon?" I asked Mog, pointing at the match I just saw.
"It is usual only used by weaker Vampear. The lower class mostly. Those unable to contour a true blood weapon." A pale man in a black suit and a blue cloak announced. His name was Ivon the cold. The vampire general. Ivon had short blond hair like that of soldiers. His grey eyes showed no emotion as he spoke.
"The princess should take notes on the battle. It is a lesson in class, even the lowest vampear can crush those of the lesser races." My brother Prince Ivor said with a bit of a laugh. He had been seated right next to his grandfather Ivon. The prince wore clothes similar to his grandfather, but instead of blonde hair. My brother's hair was short black, and spiky. He took after my father in that way. My other brothers joined in on the laughter. Drak gave a grunt and put an end to the giggling. (I swear they're like a bunch of gossiping girls.) I thought, not paying him any mind. Being half-human meant I was considered a lower race.
"I apologize for my grandsons outburst it won't happen again." Ivon said, not looking my way. Mog had stopped channeling her K.I. in my body and began to speak when she was cut off.
"No need to apologize, little Ivor only speaks the truth. Am I right Mog?" The voice belongs to Mira, the devil clan general and One of my father's eight wives. She had reddish-brown skin with long black hair that touched the ground. Her one black horn poked out from under her hair. She was wearing a slick red and black dress with a matching fan covering half her face. It hid a sinister smile. Her yellow eyes bore into me, making no effort to hide her feelings towards me. I absolutely hated that woman. She was as arrogant as they came. I don't know what my father sees in her. He probably couldn't see past Mira's pretty face and large chest.
"I suggest all of you mind your words. It is a shame to lose a member of the nobility. Mog said, hissing after every "S." She only talked like that when she was furious. I felt my breath get a little heavier, and purple miasma poured out of Mog. Then suddenly, a heavy pressure descended on the balcony. The four princes almost fell out of their seats and started to cough profusely. The generals all tensed up. Rogar, the beast-man general, was digging his claws into the wooden chair. Crassus of the Incubus tribe looked visibly weaker. Ivon's face moved only slightly, but he kept his eyes forward. Mira still had her fan covering her face, but the sweat dripping down her forehead. She told me she wasn't wholly unfazed.
In terms of strength, Mog was more powerful than all four of the Demon leaders. If they teamed up, they could probably team up and take her on. However, Drak was no pushover either. A fight between them would end badly for a few of them. (This isn't good! Damn you, old man, you need to get your ass here.) I thought, cursing the demon that was my father.
Rogar {Row-Gar}: The Beast-man general, a race of demon beast.
Crassus {Crass-Us}: The Succubus/Incubus general. The succubus is a
tribe of lustful beings.
Ivon The Cold: The Vampear{Vam-Pier} general a race beings capable of manipulating blood.
Ivor Hydra: One of the eight demon princes Half-Vampear half Devil.
Mira: The devil tribe general and one of the demon king's eight wives. The devil race is said to be the first demons.