[h3]Chobach | Silas[/h3]

Chobach itched his collarbone as he squinted up at the ornate decor of the throne room. He wondered how many slaves died to build this room. This palace. This city. On how many bones did his father now sit? He, alongside his brothers, stood in a tomb. And the message their father attempted to convey to them sounded all the more grave.

The demon prince giggled. Oh how improper of him, to laugh while his father spoke. Quickly he pinned his mouth shut with his fingers. His repressed laughter caused his shoulders to shake. Surely the laughter would escape from his eyes as well! So these he shut tight. The insane son looked as if he were crying and attempting to stop the tears- when really..

Through his efforts he failed to hear much. He heard "net"- butterfly net? Volleyball net. No, no his fathers sport was hunting. Funny, how the deaths of living creatures are justified by exercise- all for a show of prowess. Chobach was aware that the point and meaning of the speech was slipping from him. He dropped his hands from his mouth and bit his tongue to stop the laughter. His teeth simply bore holes there.

His father spoke of rules and regulations concerning their education- but Chobach was much too concerned with the word "wrath" that the king had just mentioned. That felt right. Like a puzzle piece locking in place. Suddenly the prince calmed down and a cold expression held on his face. His body stopped convulsing with repressed laughter.

And so, finally, he could listen- but it was only in time to hear their father dismiss them. His lips pressed together in a thin line, which only relaxed when his mother began to speak.

Boxes! Oh how he loved gifts. What could be inside? Something dangerous, no doubt. Or something ironic. Once their mother dismissed them he bowed his head and made his way toward a box which he believed to be his. The swirls on its surface resonated with him. He was so tempted to open it. Why must they wait? His impatience would be his downfall. This he knew well. To the nearest servant he snapped his fingers,

"Take this to the human world for me." The servant hesitated before bowing an apology, explaining that it was against his orders to obey the prince any longer. Chobach bristled, cheeks aflame with embarrassment, he bore his sharp fangs at him,

"Out of my sight, then." Before tucking the box under one arm and shooing the servant away with a hand. At this the servant bowed low before retreating into the palace.