In the week that followed their prince’s birth the inhabitants of hell organized celebrations in his honor. Parties erupted in every corner of the realm.

  Invitations were sent to the leaders of every demon clan that called the fiery depths home. All were cordially invited to the king’s mansion to celebrate with the royal family.

  The clan leaders who are or were members of Ragnaros’ war band made haste for the mansion.

  A party of this magnitude could not be missed, alcohol would flow aplenty, music would play all night and they would get to reunite with old friends.

  Besides, a drunk Ragnaros was a fun Ragnaros, no one would dare miss out on that, the last time he was drunk they went on a raid in the world of the living.

  Although not one of them ever remembered what they did on that raid. They were all drunk beyond comprehension and blacked out until they awoke a few days later.

  That was the first and last raid they had done in a thousand years since Ragnaros became king, they all had their own responsibilities now. So the chance of going on a raid, no matter how small, was an occasion they could not miss.

  The first arrivals reached the mansion in the morning, more continued to arrive during the day, at nightfall the party officially began.

  For the second time in the history of the demonic alliance every demon with a shroud of power was gathered in one place.

  They gathered in the vast backyard where a stage was installed, many bar stands were built for all to enjoy the refreshing drinks. Alcohol was passed around; musicians began to play and Ragnaros got on stage to make a speech.

  “Dear friends and others. Tonight we celebrate not only the birth of my son but also the future of the demonic alliance, our legacy. But enough of boring chatter you gathered to party and party we shall, let’s have some fun!” he shouted raising a mug of ale.

  Cheers and applause arose from all the demons present as they raised their own drinks.

  The music became loud, all sense of decorum was forgotten and ranks were ignored for just a night.

  Midnight was surrounded by a horde of demonesses all cooing at the cute prince who was wide awake for his party.

  As demons danced around them, Ragnaros and Nico sat in their little corner with their friends merrily drinking.

  “Not even a week old and he already has a harem at his disposal. That’s my nephew,” said Nico mischievously.

  “He takes after his father,” said Ragnaros with pride.

  “I do not believe Lady Midnight would approve of that comment and its implications,” stated Nilrem.

  Nilrem the dark crest magician, prime minister of hell and leader of the dark fairy clan. He has long purple hair, pointy ears and turquoise eyes.

  “She’d let him have one if he asked I know it. It’s so unfair,” murmured Ragnaros.

  “I should be angry at what you just said. But it is unfair,” agreed Nico.

  “I don’t remember you two being depressed bastards,” said Iruma taking huge gulp of his sake.

  “Besides Midnight is looking this way.”

  Ragnaros and Nico panicked looking swiftly at Midnight, they noticed she was busy showing off her baby boy with pride.

  Turning back to Iruma they were met with his smug look and a smiling Nilrem.

  “Don’t scare us like that again. And that’s an order,” declared Ragnaros.

  “Whatever you say king,” replied Iruma with no care.

  Iruma of the scarlet rivers, supreme commander of hell and leader of the bloody blades clan. He has long dark hair tied into a ponytail and has purple mirrored sunglasses.

  Nico, Nilrem and Iruma are the closest friends of Ragnaros, in fact they were the first members of his warband.

  The one thing all three have in common is a black cape they wear over their clothing. On the back of the cape is a red circle with a pentagram in it, within the pentagram is their own respective symbol.

  Nico has a thunder cloud, Nilrem has a spiral of flame that leads to a fireball and Iruma has a sword with blood dripping from it.

  The cape symbolizes their status as generals of the demonic alliance.

  “My blade thirsts for blood and battle,” suddenly said Iruma.

  “Objects cannot feel thirst,” reprimanded Nilrem but Iruma ignored him. “I concur with my colleague however. It has been too long we went on a raid.”

  Nico nodded along and while Ragnaros was all for it he sadly couldn’t. He released a sigh of disappointment.

  “I wish we could but my position as king means I can’t just wander off for adventures like the old days. Besides you all know I can’t leave hell anymore because of the pact,” Ragnaros said with disdain.

  The pact or rather the Pax Angelica. A pact made with the angels after the last great war that forbade the two kings from leaving their respective domain. And made God and the Forbidden One isolate themselves in their private realm.

  “My king we all know you ignore that rule and have many outings in the living world,” said a refined accented voice.

  They were approached by a demon with pale skin, dark disheveled hair, crimson eyes with vertical slits and very pronounced fangs.

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  “Well look who it is, the Captain of the royal guard himself,” said Iruma taking another bottle of sake after emptying his previous.

  “A pleasure as always generals, my King,” he said bowing slightly.

  “No need to bow to me Alucard, you see me every day,” stated Ragnaros.

  “As you wish,” replied Alucard, taking a sip from his glass of wine or blood, no one could ever tell.

  “Anyway our excursions have nothing to do with it but rather the fact my actions could cause a war. We demons swore we would uphold so long as the ugly swans did the same. In other words and it pains me to say it, our glory days have long been over,” said Ragnaros sadly.

  “It truly is a shame we do not get to unite more often,” said Alucard.

  “You see us every other day, it’s not like we don’t come hang out around here once a week,” said Nico.

  “It is a great clubhouse as humans call it, the mansion is a very wise and prestigious location to hold meetings,” said Nilrem.

  “You just like the rich vibe it gives off you noble!” Said Iruma.

  “Unlike you brute. I have style, elegance and a fine taste in the simpler things in life,” replied Nilrem.

  “Pampered prick,” replied Iruma.

  “Bloodthirsty beggar.”

  “Aristocratic punk.”

  “Warmongering man-child.”

  Both were now glaring at the other with disdain and contempt. An aura of dread spread around the two as they released killing intent.

  The aura had gathered the attention of Nyx who giggled as he felt the power.

  Midnight rose from her seat and approached the group in a calm and serene way.

  The group of five felt a sense of doom, three looked behind them while the other two maintained eye contact.

  Midnight seemed perfectly poised as she walked but her smile revealed another story entirely.

  She passed her husband, her brother and Alucard without saying a word, the three sighing in relief.

  Iruma and Nilrem however were not paying attention too busy staring the other to death, that is until she cleared her throat. Slowly they turned their heads towards her, their eyes widened.

  “You two are lucky my son is not affected by your petty squabbling,” she said darkly.

  The two gulped, inwardly sighing in relief they would get to live another day.

  Midnight sat beside Ragnaros, her anger evaporating in an instant, she leaned against her husband. She closed her eyes listening to the music, sounds of partying demons and Nyx’s giggles as she rocked him.

  (Break)

  A sudden hush descended over the crowd, the music stopped and all noise faded to silence. A mass of shadows and flames was floating above them, all turned to observe it.

  The mass moved down to Midnight, it began circling around her and Ragnaros. In her mind she heard harsh incomprehensible words, dark and full of malice, while sinister she detected no maleficent intentions.

  She was Unable to understand the words spoken to her but she did understand the intent or rather orders given to her.

  She rose and walked to a nearby table where she deposited her son, gently laying him down.

  She backed away as the mass encircled her child for a moment before moving in front of him.

  The mass seemed to stare into Nyx’s soul, the prince was still observing the mass silently.

  He suddenly giggled finding the mass amusing, the mass of shadows and flames seemed to roar angrily before it engulfed the giggling child.

  Shrieks of laughter and other happy baby noises emerged from the mass before it moved upwards and vanished in an explosion of cinders.

  All was silent, no one dared make a sound, still astonished by what had occurred.

  “The Forbidden One approves!!!” shouted a demon in glee.

  Cheers arose from thousands of demons. The music kicked off once more, the finest bottles of alcohol were found and opened. The mood was amplified and the party restarted with wild abandon.

  Nyx yawned when Midnight picked him up, she lulled him to sleep.

  “I’m taking him to our room, he’s had a long day,” she told her husband.

  Ragnaros nodded in acknowledgment before she walked away, back into the mansion.

  Nilrem and Alucard had forgone decorum and began drinking from their respective bottles.

  Iruma not wanting to be outdone lifted a whole keg of beer and began to drink from it.

  Nico laughed joyfully at the sight before he started drinking heavily as well.

  Ragnaros could not blame him, his father had shown up and seemed to adore his grandson already.

  Ragnaros rose from his seat and walked around, receiving many congratulations and praise for his good work.

  Some even renewed oaths of fealty and while it was unnecessary the gesture was appreciated.

  Traversing the drinking hordes was a simple task for him as any demon in his way simply moved aside to let him pass.

  Ragnaros stumbled upon a large round table surrounded by various demons all deeply committed to a game of poker.

  One female in particular seemed to be doing better than the rest considering the large stack of coins at her side.

  The woman had long blondish hair and deep blue eyes, she was wearing a poncho and a cowboy hat. Around her neck was a medallion with a four leafed clover.

  “Haven’t you abused these poor fools enough?” asked Ragnaros.

  “As long as they dare challenge me, enough will not suffice or be acceptable,” she replied.

  “Fine, I see no use in arguing with you, Luck.”

  Lady Luck flashed him a charming smile before it turned fiendish.

  “So what can I do for you Ragnaros?”

  “My wife and I have discussed in lengths about this and we are in agreement, we want you to be our son’s godmother,” he stated.

  “Of course I will.” she said with a squeal. “Have you seen how adorable he is.”

  “Happy you are delighted, now don’t you dare build a makeshift camp in my backyard. Again!” said Ragnaros with annoyance remembering the many times she did in the past.

  “No promises, besides we’ll probably be too drunk to even bother.”

  “Fair enough,” grumbled Ragnaros.

  “Oh before you go, who is the godfather?”

  “Nico obviously, my wife would castrate me if I suggested otherwise,” he said with a shudder.

  Luck giggled and then laughed loudly, greatly amused at the perils Ragnaros faced in regards to his wife.

  The demon king returned to his comrades and continued to drink as they argued over many topics.

  “Where is Lady Midnight? She has been gone for a long time,” asked Nilrem

  “She probably fell asleep beside her son,” responded Iruma.

  A large knight in black and silver armor approached them and sat down in their circle. He also wore a black cape with a clawed hand in the pentagram.

  “Ah Darkblade, how goes the clan?” inquired Nilrem.

  The armor wearing specter let out a grizzled sigh.

  “The Dark Blade clan is as animated as ever, unfortunately,” he replied morosely.

  “Let me guess, the paperwork is unending,” said Iruma with a smirk.

  “Don’t start with the paperwork, some of us are drowning in it,” grumbled Nico.

  “Nico you brought it unto yourself and we both know it,” said Ragnaros.

  They watched as hell’s second in command began to sulk, depressed at the reminder of all the work he would have to do.

  “How is our former Ominous Knight?” Asked Ragnaros with a smirk.

  “Don’t remind me! Why I ever wagered my title will forever be a mystery to me,” said Darkblade in outrage.

  A bird-like demoness came from behind Iruma and Nilrem. She placed her arms around their necks.

  “Come now guys, chatter can wait for later, now we drink until we can drink no more,” she slurred happily.

  “Please learn some etiquette and personal boundaries before the next time we meet,” said Nilrem stoically.

  “Oh loosen up princess, she’s just drunk something you should consider doing. Who knows it might remove that stick up your ass,” said Iruma mockingly.

  Taking a deep breath Nilrem ignored the idiot beside him, he released a sigh and shuffled the bird demon off of him.

  She slipped froward, having relied on the two for support, and fell face first onto the ground.

  “You okay birdie?” asked Ragnaros.

  Her response was a gibberish mess of words and sounds none could decipher.

  “What did she say?” asked Darkblade.

  “I don’t know but I want what she’s having,” answered Nico.

  “Ignoring her drunken rambling, she has a point, we may never have such an opportunity again,” stated Iruma.

  Before long they were all drunk and merry, having let go of any inhibition they possessed.

  A full moon shone high in the sky above them, mix it with the copious amounts of alcohol they consumed and the result is spectacular.

  The blood of demons boils during a full moon, normally when a full moon is out the weaker demons would venture to the human world and cause mischief.

  The stronger demons have enough control to quell the excitement that surges within them.

  At the moment however, due to their inebriated state none were thinking clearly and all felt the boiling of their blood demanding they act.