"My Lord, We did it!" The Royal Doctor exclaimed as she threw her hands to the air to express the overwhelming happiness of the successful precedure.
"My Lord, The precedure to extract the prince from Miss Blackwood's womb, was a success." She firmly stated, the happiness in her voice was the only thing to be heard from her.
"Thalia there's absolutely no need for you to shout, when I'm right next to you. And I can see for myself so please stop with the noise." The grumpy demon stated.
"Oh my god, would it kill you to be more happy, if that's hard to do you could atleast pretend to be happy." A woman that stood next to the demon, voiced out her thoughts.
"I mean, your first child has just been born, so the least you could do is be happy for the birth of my nephew." She added.
"Ehh, Doctor, why are the eyes of my son still shut. Shouldn't he be crying or atleast doing something baby-like." The woman voiced her concerns, pulling the attention of the aunt and the grumpy demon.
"Miss, your son is good and healthy, there's nothing wrong with him besides the fact that he's sleeping." The Doctor answered.
"It's abnormal that his sleeping because the cold air and new environment of the room should cause discomfort for him." The Doctor explained.
"Oh," The mother caressed the chicks of her baby as she smiled at the good news. But her smile instantly vanished as she felt the malevolent, suffocating aura that invaded surrounding the air.
The doctor coughed as she felt the air suffocate her, whilst everyone else turned to look at the source of the energy, "Brother what wrong?" The aunt of the child gazed at the grumpy demon.
"That thing is too weak for it to be a child of mine." The grumpy demon declared, as he's enveloped a spark of innate flames that burned with a murderous intent towards the child.
The words triggered, the aunt and the mother as the aunt took a battle stance towards the demon.
"Brother, what do you mean by that?" The aunt asked, her venomous words resonated throughout the room, threatening to kill any molecule around her.
"What I mean is, That Child Is Not Fit To Be My Heir So He Has To Vanish From Existence."
"How do you know that when we haven't even checked his status plate, and that's besides the point. Whether his weak or strong, this child is yours and traditionally only he is destined to success the throne." The aunt stated, as she calmed herself.
"It also traditionally states that, if the first demon prince dies then the second prince shall take over the title of heir." The Demon argued as a mischievous, cruel smile crept onto his face as though he was preparing himself to do a heinous deed.
Knowing her brother, the aunt knew that whenever her brother had that face, something terrible was about to happen.
All attention was focused on the demon and the aunt, whilst everyone was distracted, the mother discreetly chanted a spell. The mother thought she'd successfully be able to escape the room but fate had a different approach for her.
The grumpy demon moved at a lightning-fast speed as though he had just teleported, he reappeared next to the mother, with a dagger that threatened to slice the woman's neck.
"Did you really think I would fail to see through your spell concealment." He mocked.
"Luckily for you, my sister has convinced me not to kill you and that thing you just gave birth to, so I'll let you use your teleportation spell but if I ever see you in my kingdom... IT'LL BE THE END OF YOUR PESTY LIVES." He threatened.
The woman offered a simple nod as both her and son, started vanishing from the scene. Leaving behind a fading aura of their presence.
"I did not even get the chance to caress my first nephew," the aunt stated as her face frowned, exuding a palpable, eerie air of sadness.
"Yeah whatever, you'll get a chance to caress your second nephew which you'll eventually consider your first nephew." The Demon insensitively responded.
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