In a grand and majestic hall that oozed its majesty, the hooded figures who had left to investigate that horrifyingly paranormal phenomenon, appeared in the middle of the hall and immediately, seven out of the nine, knelt at a throne which was occupied by a silver haired man, who laid on it sideways, lazily.
Sensing the arrival of nine familiar presences, his lazily opened his silvery reptilian eyes that immediately set a domineering atmosphere in the room.
"Where is Envy?" He mumbled, his voice unveiling his annoyance; one would think it was because one of his subjects had disappeared, or because two of his subjects wasn't showing him any respect, or it might be because he was woken up, and something along the lines, but no.
Only the nine in front him knew the reason for his annoyance, it wasn't because he was woken up, no, as he doesn't really sleep and just lazes around, but instead, it was because he had to speak!
"Ignore him, and…..no, just ignore everything..." He mumbled to himself and quickly closed his eyes and stopped speaking, as soon as he quieted down, the hooded figures disappeared from the room.
Arriving kilometres away from the throne room, they arrived at the gardened garden still in the palace's premises. Five utterly horror enticing killing intents immediately busted out of them, while two figures stumbled away from the group, found a comfortable area blanketed by freshly cut grass and slumped on it with a yawn.
"How dare that son of a bitch order me around whenever he wants!!?" Roared a man who had dared to stand tall in front of the crown he served, though unwillingly.
"I just want to own everything he as..." Mumbled a pair of women, who were only 2/3 the size of the tallest in the group, who was none other than the woman who seemed overly proud and dared to stand tall even in the throne room, together with the man who just scoffed. The pair walked towards one another, held the other's hands in theirs and stared at each other from beneath their hoods and "Hehehe, should we just steal his world from him!?" They mumbled in unison as they found their idea really exciting and giggled.
"Do you have anything to eat?" Mumbled a woman as she poked at the figures laying on the ground while crouching in between them.
"Go...away..." The lazing woman mumbled while the man just ignored her outright.
"Do you have anything to eat?"
"…. Go...away….."
"Anything to eat?"
"..."
"HOW NOISY!!" Yelled a woman. She was shortest off the group, approximately 2 and a half or a 3 foot tall, while the tallest was 7 feet tall. Though she was the shortest, her rage was paranormally disproportionate to her height, as an overbearing aura exploded out of her as soon as she yelled at them.
But she was casually ignored by everyone in the group.
"Say, haa…..should we go back to watch that young, haaa….man?" A woman mumbled, huffing in arousal as she rubbed her thighs against one another, clutching her hooded robe near her crotch, doing her extreme best to not slip her hands into her tights.
At that mention, the women were extremely tempted to accept that offer but they still had to return to their own mansions to complete the work that requires them to be present, hence they voiced the problems and though reluctant, they left soon after.
*
Nearing a shabby shack on a world devoid of skies, a seemingly young long silver haired man with purplish pink eyes knocked on the door once, gave a three seconds gap, knocked five times once again, and halted for a second before knocking thrice on the door before he opened the door from the outside and walked into the empty shack.
And by the next second, a figure with similar but a profound ambience walked out of the ripple in reality and stepped into that shack he was called into.
"You better have a good reason to have called out for me, Kendrick." The man with a profound ambience mumbled as he gazed at Kendrick's back with a neutral expression on his face.
"Yes, good to see you too, Ælfric" Kendrick said with a smile as he turned to face his older brother. Ælfric seemed to be in his twenties, but the man was more than a few centuries old; he had eerily bright silver hair that stung the eyes of the onlookers, while his blood red reptilian irises had literal threads of blood moving out from one end to another, changing his irises' patterns by the seconds passing.
His body was structured like that of a Greek God's and had a strange allure that drew the attention of women even if he did nothing a merely stood tall like a statue, and his seemingly aloof expression only added to his charm that was off humanly limits.
"State your bu-"
"Your first son has awakened." Kendrick mumbled and by the next instance, he was staring at the ground, kneeling and gasping for breath while the shack they stood in was ground to dust and was dissipated with the huff of winds.
Except for the happenings a fifty feet around them, nothing about the ring's atmosphere was disrupted.
"This will be the last time, Ken. That boy ceased to be my son the day I took away our family's bloodline from that insignificantly talentless body of his." Ælfric said in a tone that had turned cold at the mention of 'that' boy.
"Alright, alright!" Kendrick mumbled and stood back up, having used his own mana to fend off the pressure bearing down in him.
"Anyway, that's all I wanted to say, I'll be leaving now~" Kendrick said as he walked past Ælfric and disappeared behind his back.
Standing still for seconds unknown, "That bug took 17 whole years to break that minor memory barrier? How laughable for being born in the Flayre family." Ælfric scoffed and disappeared from the spot.
While the 'boy' mentioned,
SLAP-!
"ANH!!"
Was seen spanking the perky naked ass of a maid who laid on his lap with her gown pulled up.
"Call me Master~"