The Flaming Blue Truth

Chapter 12 He's....The Crown Prince...

Deep....with in the depths of Gehenna, back towards the great city, with in the walls of the grand castle.
It was dinner time.

Small flying demons rushed about, carrying platters, cups, plates and more. Filled with food of all kinds, the walls lit with soft candles that glowed brighter than they physically should, making the entire halls light up bright and beautiful, leading through a hall, many of the servants entered and exited a room, not just any room, the dining room, taking in plates and platters of food.

The dining room was lit with a more softer glowing candles, that gave the room and homey vibe, the ground was made of a very pretty quartz, that softly shifted between colors, the walls made of a soft blue and red wallpaper, the colors a greyed out pastel, nothing to bright, a chandelier on the ceiling glowing softly with the candles a top ot, the walls having a few candles that al glowed with a gently white flame. Resting at the center of the dining room was the glossed mahogany wood dining table, with soft varnished mahogany chairs as well with soft, beautiful cushions each cushion a different gradient of color to represent the colors of the demons kings. The biggest chair rested at the head of the table, the chair even holding a soft glow,

There sat the king. Wearing that evening a soft white evening shirt that rested gently onto his body with the first top button undone, he wore as well a dark Metallica blue lining black pants that was form fitting but not skin tight, though his clothes did show the nice bit of muscle he had over his body, . His soft silky hair was a soft gently white but had a grey tint to it that seemed a little bit darker though this was opening because of the lighting in the room, His two radiant horns resting on his head tonight were softly wrapped with silver chains, a uniquevut beautiful style non the less. He still as a king always shoulder, he wore his golden crown with jewels decorating it with bits of blue flames at the top, though the blue flames were small tonight, barely could be considered the size candle flames by their appearance.

Satan. He sighed. A soft look of worry on his face, his eyes drooped, narrowed, he looked down at his plate filled with food, and blinked, he blinked slowly taking in the darkness that came with closing his eyes, before lifting his head and saw two of his sons, sitting there, looking at him with expectant but worried looks in their eyes. There were only two of his sons, sitting there, looking at him.

Astaroth. Amaimon,

The only two that found the chance to join satan for dinner. Yet. He was happy to see his sons. Amaimon was pouting, while Also absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the table.

Astaroth seemed on edge, bandage pressed onto his forehead, one around his neck and collar. His eye was twitching and he was visibly gritting his teeth. The boy looked pissed, just from his aura alone you'd see just how pissed he was. Though. In seeing this. Satan had chuckled, smile spreading further over his face.

"Still sore after your encounter with Shiro hm?"
Saten asked in a teasing tone, watching as his son's face flashed red with a mix of embarrassment and rage.

"If you hadn't killed him I would have gotten my revenge!"
"Sure you would."
he replied, chuckling before turning to Amaimon, raising a brow at his sons pout.

"My dear Amai what bothers you so much that you have such a look on your face?"
"....Bleh. little brothers been holding back..."
Amaimon spoke, leaning back on his chair and staring at the food covered plate in front of him as Astaroth had began to eat his own dinner.

"Indeed he has..."
Satan nodded as he stared to lightly eat his own food.
"I'll put all my money on the fact that Shiro was more prepared than we originally thought. "
Astaroth popped in, lifting his eyes to glance towards Satan when back at his food.