Hubris looked at his uncle pitifully, "are you supposed to be the king of the Underworld? Are you supposed to be my uncle?"
Azazel noticed the tone voice that was full of pity and mock. He growled at his question.
"How dare you question—"
"No," He cut him off with urgency, "how dare you question my lineage, uncle?"
His voice was dangerously poisonous that the people on the other party flinched. Hubris looked at them, one by one. He didn't really want to kill his own kin, his father wouldn't want something like that. But at the same time, he couldn't force them to be loyal to him.
He was not planning on it, he wasn't going to force anybody to be loyal to him. That would only backfire in the future, he could possibly end up the same way his father did.
"You can try and deny it uncle, but each and every one of those hounds can feel that, I, Hubris Cerberuson, is the rightful heir to the throne."
