Rightfully His By Birth

"Your Highness, how did the meeting with His Majesty go?" a middle-aged demon, that had a single horn on his head, asked.

"Same as always," Felix replied. "Have you made the necessary preparations, Sebas?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Sebas replied. "They are all waiting for you at the ruins."

Felix nodded as he rode the flying carriage that was especially prepared for him. Right now, the Demonic Clans had gathered in the capital because of the great undertaking that his father, Luciel, wanted to accomplish.

For that to happen, he needed the support of the Patriarchs of the various clans in order to raise an army. As to what that army was supposed to do, only Luciel knew.

That had always been the case. The Demon Lord didn't trust anyone, even his children, when it came to important matters of the realm. Luciel was a selfish, self-centered, individual who only cared about things that would benefit him greatly.