[h3]Tielham Famzhur[/h3]

King Tielham closed his eyes as he listened to his sons bitch and moan about their situation. Honestly it was this kind of behavior that made him regret the mistake of giving them royal liberties. He should've sent them away when they were younger and unsure of who they were as individuals. At their twenty years they already knew the sins they wanted to rule. When a demon is aligned to their sin- who they are rarely changes after the fact.

What they said mattered little to him. The demon king snapped, his face shifting into a dreadful scaled creature with eight eyes, hellfire flaring from his hands and nostrils,

"Silence. You are all serpents- who's heads I will pin to the Gates with lances thrown by my arm- if you disobey one syllable of my orders. You leave here today not as mere leeches who have been dining on the ichor of your parents for far too long- but [i]born anew[/i] and given the opportunity at redemption. Redem yourselves in the eye of your father. Show me that you are worthy of my love, of my respect, of the royal blood the courses black through your veins."

Disgusted with them he scrunched up his nose, as if they were shit he accidentally stepped in on the sidewalk,

"We hail from a long line of damned, fallen angels. Our ancestors are monuments of blazing glory that would [i]pale[/i] to see their line culminate- no, [i]reduced[/i]- to the pathetic excuses of children that I have."

His face settled back into the beautiful contours of his kingly form. However, the blue hellfire remained bright in his eyes.

"Leave at once. Bring glory upon the name Famzhur. Honor your father, your mother- the Kingdom."

He sighed and stood, leaving the room before his royal attendant could even announce the end to the meeting. Several servants rushed after him in distress, picking up the train of his cloak so it would not drag against the floor. The king disappeared farther into the palace without so much as a farewell to his children.