Margaret ignored the demon.

Cesidia frowns. “Margaret, have you met Dharichar?” Jonathan approaches the princess. “Cessie just said we were going to a wedding. Is it yours?” Arthur rests an arm on Philip’s shoulder. “Long time no see, mate. When’d you get the courage to pop the question?”

Margaret sighed.
"Right before I was sent away."
She blinked and looked at the others.

The princess shook her head no and pointed to their sister.

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Phillip blushed.
"It's a...long story."

He softly takes Cesidia's hand, squeezing it gently.

Cesidia nods and looks at Dharichar. “Yes, my love?”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows. “Don’t tell her I said this, but I thought she was pulling our leg when she told us about being engaged to him. Or maybe he’s playing her? She has a ring but still. Who’s to say it’s not to capture her soul or something?” He speaks quietly, so only she can hear him.

Arthur grins. “That’s alright. We can make time, and maybe your bride to be can get me some time with her maid.”

He looks directly at Jonathan. Doesn't say anything. Just stares at him with his piercing, burning gaze.

Cesidia frowns when she noticed Dhar’s intense staring at Jonathan. “Dear? What’s wrong?”

Jonathan shifts a little nervously under the intensity of the demon’s stare. “Is there something you need?”

He speaks very softly. "You doubt me, don't you? I can see it in your eyes."

Jonathan sighs. “She’s my little sister and your still the demon that took her humanity. What did you expect?”

“Oh boy,” Arthur mutters. He pauses for a moment and focuses on Dhar and Cesidia. “Wait a minute...”

Cesidia looks very agitated.

He shrugs. "Not her humanity. Just her soul."

Jonathan grits his teeth. “My sister was somewhat normal before she met you. She had one fear and you took that from her. She’s talking about becoming a demon, living in hell of all places, and she’s happy about it. She deserves more, and we both know it. She deserves a good life, a normal life.”

Cesidia looks like she’d been slapped.

Arthur takes deep breaths to try to keep calm.

His eyes glow, and the ground under his feet crack. "Why do you wish to condemn her to a 'normal' life? You want her to grow old, to suffer and die? You dare assume that I won't let her life a good, long, happy life before I fully claim her soul?" He chuckles deep in his chest. "You want to see the world you hate so much?" A glowing red tear splits open next to him. "Look at it then."

The princess frowned. She gasped when the arguments and such started.
"Stop this at once!"

Phillip tried to calm down his love.

Margaret teared up.
"I should not have come back..."
She turned away from them all.

He growls, his eyes glowing. "I am not one of your subjects, princess. You can't order me to do anything."

"I meant the arguing and fighting."
The princess explained.

He shakes his head, gesturing to the portal. "Only if Cesidia tells me to."

The princess sighed.

Jonathan snarls. "And you wish to condemn her to that hellhole! What kind of place is that to raise a child?! Has she ever told you that she's always dreamed of having a family dog? A normal one, not a hellhound! And she despised your kind more than I do!"

Cesidia takes a deep breath, then yells, "ENOUGH! Both of you! I'm more than capable of figuring out what I want and what I need, and you more than anyone, brother, should know better than to argue with me and I stand by my choices. I chose my heart, wherever it may lead. So that means Dharichar and everything and anything he comes with, so you can either be happy for me, shut the hell up and stick through it, or leave." Her fists are clenched and she's breathing hard from her fury.

Arthur frowns and gently grips Margaret's shoulders. "This isn't your fault. It has nothing to do with you. I'm honestly surprised it hasn't happened sooner, but it was inevitable. Alright? Please don't blame yourself."

The princess and Phillip frowned.

Margaret blinked and looked at Arthur. She blushed. However, she teared up as she nodded. She sniffed a bit.

"I was raised there, and I have more common sense then most of you mortals!" His body begins glowing. "She's changed. For the better, I think. Why can't you?" He snarls. "And she can have one if she wishes. I'm not forcing my infernal heritage on anyone. This is her choice, and hers alone." He takes a deep breath, doing his best to calm down before something/one catches fire.