King of my heart

The Next Stage It's Approaching

"This is bullshit!" Sabro cursed as he threw himself on the sofa, ignoring when Clara jumped on him.

The whole Abnormal Pack was laying down on their wing's living room and trying to catch their breath. They had just come back from their classes at school... their classes with Opera. Yes, you've heard me right. Opera had taken over Kalego's classes, while he went to deal with his brother. Things kept on turning more difficult by the second. It seems like Kalego's brother had been the one to recommend the six fingers teachers. Iruma had seen how heartbroken his mama had been at the news and had wanted to rage and break something. Opera had looked two second away from flying away and killing Naberius Narnia. At the end, Kalego had collected himself and excused himself from school to take care of this family matter.

The issue was that Naberius Narnia, as a Border Guardian Demon, never leaves his post. Unless it was for The Devilam, capital letters, the one in which the 13 Crowns members are annoucned and every noble and high member fought to get invited to. As a Naberius and the mother of the heir of Lord Sullivan, he was invited for sure. The other issue, was that the Abnormal Pack was also invited. Not only were they members of the most interested pack of the kingdom and had various noble members, they also had very influential teachers that would be attending and wanted them there for various reasons.

The Abnormal Pack felt wrong going and playing along their teachers, who wanted them to compete for the title of the next Demon King. It felt like a betrayal against their Pack Alpha, but at the same time it was their Pack Alpha's plans. They had orders to follow and they will. That is, if juggling their school classes and etiquette classes does not kill them first.

Opera is the most spartan teacher they've ever met in their entire lives.

"It's a delicate situation Sabro," Iruma sighed, taking a seat on his armchair, while Alice took his place on his alpha's lap. "I don't like it either, but this is how things are for now. At least, until we figure out who is the one behind all of this."

"What is the better question!" Clara chimmed cheerfuly, from her corner playing with Lied.

"What?" Alice turned to her confused.

"Exactly what!" Clare replied with a beaming smile.

"You buffoon speak like a normal demon for once in your cursed life!" Alice growled, the stress of the whole situation was starting to get to her.

"Calm down, omega," Iruma caressed Alice's back trying to comfort him.

"Yes, alpha," Alice shivered in pleasure at being called omega by his alpha.

"What do you mean we should be asking what?" Iruma turned to Clara in inquiry.

"Well, rather than going round and round trying to figure out who is doing this, we should ask what they want to achieve with all of this," Clara answered, earning various startled looks from her packmates. "If we want to stop them, knowing what they want is the best course of action. Because while we might not know who they are, we know what they want and can plan to stop that from happening. Also, it's strange. They can't take the throne with all of these scheming, only the strongest demon can sit there and we all know that no one can defeat a demi-demon. So, what are they trying to achieve if not take the throne?"

"I... since when are you these smart?" Alice asked her stunned, as the rest stared at her speechless.

"Don't be mean omega," Iruma coughed, collecting himself. "You have a point Clara-chan, what do they want to do with all of these chaos?"

"Unless, chaos is what they want," Soi thought out loud.

"That would mean that they are... no!" Alice refused to believe that, shaking his head vehemently. "They went back to their origins? That would mean they lost themselves in their primal urges and stress! That has stopped happening in over a millenia!"

"Yet it can be a possibillity," Iruma frowned. "This is bad, if they truly went back to their origins... I need to talk with my papa." He gently lifted Alice off his lap an put him on his armchair, before heading towards his grandfather's office. In there he found both of them dealing with some business for the school. "We need to talk."

"Of course, come take a seat!" Sullivan beamed at his grandson, while Opera smiled at his son. "What's on your mind?"

"We've been talking about who is pulling the strings behind the Six Fingers and what is their objective... when he realized that maybe this chaos is their objective," Iruma shared his thoughts with the first adults he had ever learned to trust.

"You believe that they went back to their origins," Sullivan replied. At that moment he was not the doting grandfather of Iruma, but the Duke of the Netehrlands and one of the Three Heroes. "That's not good."

"Especially, since that would point to the direction that he is planning on dragging the rest of the Netherlands into that pit of sin and stress." Opera frowned. "Then again, if this is the objective, why would my brother-in-law be involved with them?"

"I don't know," Iruma sighed. "I honestly don't know and I am starting to believe I do not want to know. This is getting harder and harder, when will we catch a break?"

No one answered him. Because no one knew. This is something that has been planned for years if not decades before Iruma came to the Netherlands. They could only hope to be smarter and stronger than the darkness that's approaching their kingdom. Because as it stands, they are the only hope the Netherlands have to survive this rebellion.