I'll go to hell and back ( only for you)

Mike.

Mike awoke from his sleep by three knocks on his door before it opened, and upon one of his guards stepped in.

The guard coughs as he clears his voice, ready to speak to Mike about whatever he thought was important to tell at this time.

"- good morning, your Majesty. I've come to inform you that your family is waiting for you in the dining room." He stays in a quick and rushed manner.

" Okay, so this is what you woke me up for? Just to tell me that my family is waiting for me at the dinner table like they do every morning." Mike remarks, annoyance steeping through his voice. It is something that often happens because he's not good with hiding his feelings; he has never been, and he has never tried; it is just another way to tell his feelings without even looking at his face; most people aren't allowed to anyway.

Mike can hear him audibly gulp before he speaks again
" Well, not just that, but they have to tell you something." He states as if that was even important. Mike rolled his eyes before getting up; mike shews him away before walking to his window to look down on his kingdom.

His kingdom is full of flames, as it is the fiery hell that people have said it is; it is so hot that there are no wet blankets or anything that could stop wild flames. Our only source of coolness is Earth if you are in the higher, lighter levels of hell near the Antarctic, where you can only really feel it if the winds are hard.
We have evolved to that, but if there were to be an actual human down here, they have burned to death in a matter of seconds.

His part of the palace is in the upper level of hell, the first level of hell, and his house reaches from the 6th level of hell to the first. There are 8 levels, one being the best you can get here and 8 being the worst.

He looks up, and the dark red of the air flows into a beautiful white cloud. God, he wondered what was up there, but that would be leaving his kingdom behind; what kind of king would that make him... Well, Prince, but he'll be a king soon.

From up here you can hear the chatter of the lower level angels and see the slight pent of the feet as they hurry along to who knows what, you can sometimes hear them chatter about hell and how they like to know what is like down there, but only the brave ones who others whisper and the wimps don't talk about us at all in fear of being sent down here.

With a sigh, he pushes himself from his window and makes his way down the steps. They burn his feet with every step.

He makes it downstairs; there is a carpet at the bottom of the stairs that he steps on. The carpet gives him little pricks of shock with every step, and every second of that step counts. His family gorys pain, being the king and queen of hell and all.

He finally makes it to the kitchen and walks over to the table where his family and food wait. He sits in his seat with his breakfast in front of him.

'Burnt eggs and bacon, yum.'

Everything down here is burning hot so they don't even need a stove.

He heard his father cough as if to tell them he had something to say. He lifts his gaze back to his family. His mother and father sit right ahead of him, while his sister sits to his right, giving him glares and glances for whatever reason in the hell you could be being like this for.

He turns his gaze to his father. His father's gaze is set on him too, strange...

He opens his mouth to speak.

"Good morning, how was your day?" He says as if he was telling more than asking ( somehow).

Mike opens his mouth to talk but he is cut off almost instantly.