It was clear that all of my brothers accepted my resolve with indirect insults or the sharpness of their tongue. They didn't know the importance of abiding to tradition and how it sows seeds of trust that grow into deception. My intention wasn't to show father that I despised these traditions, rather I am deceiving him. As insults come one after another the curl of my grin only grew wider and wider. Even though silent and seemingly frozen in a state of a petrified pose, everything I needed was moving as I have wanted it to be. One by one, my brothers lowered their princehood to these rotting pieces of flesh bags, pointing and choosing who their carriers will be. How lowly of them to be fooled in such trickery. I, the eldest son of the Demon-King am too gracious and pure for the likes of these... 'females'.

Gaara was the first to choose a woman and by choosing, he too has favoured the human. The second to fall was Alec. The third, Nicolai. Pitiful. If they truly are my demon brothers, where is their pride? "This one is yours then." The Demon-King have declared. It was the rebellious one. The black sheep among white ones. With that spiteful look in her eyes he was certain that breaking her was going to be quite the pleasant experience. Without even turning to approach her, he followed the command of the Demon-King wordless into the throne room. "Come my sons. We will begin the binding ceremony." The huge double doors opened once again, and I stepped up to the stairs after Nicolai.