The Secret In The Light

The Demon King, Lord of The Underworld

backstory of demon child sacrific - demon king lord of the underworld

Caliginous ~

His Majesty's 12th year~

He walked down the pitch black hall, not needing a light to know where it would end, or where another began. This was his, like everything in this dark domain.

His father still lived, but he cared little about the details and technicalities of the situation, it was his destiny to end his sire and replace him one day, and so he would when the time was right. It was written in the Fates.

He turned down another hallway, facing the flickering, red glow of fire, where it turned into the entrance to the Grand Throne Room. He made his way to the door and stood in the threshold watching a young lanky man with a charming five o'clock shadow gracing his jaw. He slumped lazily in a large golden throne, engulfing his lean form almost comically as he beckoned with one outstretched arm and pointed finger at pretty, young woman who sat in a small group of seven or eight pretty, young women. She gasped and giggled quietly as she stood up, skittering over to her lord. He beamed at her, not noticing the young mans presence as he pulled her onto his lap and started to tease at her neck with his mouth. She giggled when he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and pulled her long, sheer tunic farther up her thigh.

The young boy walked to the left side of the room, tired of his father's presence, and moved towards the door to his sitting room.

"Oh son! Have you come to join me?" He looked up at the movement for only a moment before turning back to the woman in his arms, he pushed her head away from him and rested his face on her breasts. "I am enjoying the deliciously, ripe fruits of my labor child. Come, you may have one as well if you like?"

He gestured broadly with his hand to the many girls still sitting in group of lush, scarlet throw pillows, clad only in deep, red, sheer tunics and gently glittering golden arm bands or prettily positioned crowns.

"No, thank you father. I do not share your weaknesses for gluttony, and lasciviousness." The young man looked at his father without expression.

The King of the realm laughed loudly, tossing his head back and guffawing while the woman in his lap and his special corner tittered prettily.

"I will not hesitate to kill you son, if it pleases me to do so. Therefore, as you are my last remaining heir, I warn you to watch your tongue in my presence, and out of it." His eyes held cold humor, a thirst for violence lurking in the depths behind the mirth.

The gaggle of woman were deathly silent, tittering no more.

The young boy tilted his head at his father and replied as a matter of fact rather than retort, "You are incorrect father. I will kill you."

"But not for pleasure -with which you so frequently indulge yourself- but because it is in my Fates to execute you and subsequently end your reign and begin mine. Every day that I grow older, I grow stronger, and you become less significant. I will allow you a few last years of frivolity and hedonism, if only because when I rip your heart out to eat it -and gain the essence of the realm as my right- you will no longer have the presence of spirit to enjoy them. Do not mistake my kindness to you as weakness father, had I wanted to I could have ended your life as a babe. Step out of line again and I will string you up like meat, and slice your entire body to unrecognition, and then wait the next day to do it gain, until the time has come in my path for me to finally open you up like a melon and eat your insides like sweet fruit."

His father looked at him steadily smiling widely with amusement and a bit of excitement for the promised bloodshed.

"You may carry on alone, I am going in to see mother."