~Devil's Son~
"General Hecter" King Lansel called and he stepped forward.
"Your Serene Highness, twenty thousand soldiers are already trained ready for the war, and I have also trained additional thousand soldiers in the past two moons. Five thousand archers are ready to shoot their arrows on enemies of our great realm" General Hecter explained in details, professionally. Lansel turned to Niamh in disbelief. That was exactly what she told him last night. How did she know all these? Niamh smirked knowingly and turned to General Hecter.
"The thousand soldiers you trained in the past two moons, newly recruited?" She asked.
"Aye Your Grace" he answered.
"Not interested in amateurs" Niamh blurted and general Hecter stared up at her in disbelief. Lansel also did.
"But Your Grace..."
"Going out to the battle field to fight Develdions will cost many lives. I cannot risk the life of young youths. I want those who have survived many battles and not those who are yet to learn how to hold sword" she cut him off.
That really made sense, it was really the truth. The courtiers exchanged looks and nodded in agreement.
"We need ten thousand soldiers more" Lansel begin while general Hecter stared blankly at him. Never in his life has he been so tongue-tied, or maybe his business is killing people and and never had the time to get tongue-tied.
"And you're going to the neighbouring mortal world, Novosel to get them for me" he added with a sly smirk. General Hecter moved in shock.
"Me..me Your Highness?"
"Dionysios will go with you" Lansel added.
Dionysios stepped forward and bowed.
"Your Serene Highness, I will be honoured to serve you, but that old king is hard to get..."
"I know he is but he has easy love for gold, no one knew" Lansel cut him off with a smirk.
"If you ain't going, then I am going" Niamh suddenly cut off and everywhere became tensed. This new Queen is making then more and more tongue-tied with her boldness.
"Forgive me Your Grace, I am going to Novosel. You don't have to" Dionysios apologized.
"You're free to leave now. Take your knight and shadow guard"
•••Develdion•••
Thousands of men stood in rows in front of Damien, their newly crowned Demon King. His eyes darted towards the fierce looking soldiers, he can see the eagerness to spill blood on their eyes and he smirked satisfactorily.
"Lead them, we are attacking them tomorrow at dawn" he turned to General Sullivan who bowed in response.
Damien nodded and left. Vulcan and Azazel approached him. "What are you doing with all those soldiers, not a World war III?'' that's Azazel.
Damien glared daggers at him.
"You don't question your king!"
"Aye, devil's son" Azazel bowed dramatically.
"Tonight I leave, at dawn I attack. I will have supper in the garden of the Moon Realm, surrounded by Lansel and his pest's skulls" he vowed.
"I can go with her you" Vulcan volunteered.
"You had father crown you as the king before he left for hell, but you will still need me by your side" he continued.
Damien's gaze hardened. "The throne is yours from now till I return back with my queen. Stay with Ramiel, Jezebel and Azazel"
Vulcan chuckled darkly. "Your Queen iss so stubborn, even after you manipulated her. I hope she comes to you" he smirked.
"When she sees the Moon Realm burning and her people screaming to survive, she shall come to me" Damien grinned like a true devil.
"So much for a devil's son" Azazel chimed in and both Damien and Vulcan glared at him. He raised his hands in surrender and rushed to meet Ramiel, who was approaching them.
"I wish father took him to hell also" Vulcan commented.
"I am thinking of a way to dispose him" Damien smirked dangerously. His eyes glinted in danger. Vulcan stated at him in utter disbelief. This brother of his is truly dangerous and greedy. He wants another man's woman and now, he wanted to dispose his own brother.
"He's still your brother, you can't do that" Vulcan argued.
"He was never my brother"