A Dinner of Kings, Bicker, and Chaos...Yay...

After I caught up with mother, we reached the North Wing Dining Hall to see a chair fly out the door mother had just opened.

"I don't want to hear this shit, Micheal! Your son fucked up! NOT my problem!! Man the fuck up, or back the fuck down!" A low male voice growled.

A lightish male voice sighed in irritation.

"Yet 'I' am not the one throwing things, Lucifer. If your child had offered assistance, we wouldn't be in this situation; that is all I am saying." That same voice said, huffing.

My mother smirked and nodded at me to walk in first, so I did.

There they were: King Lucifer, Samuel's father, who I didn't know was coming; King Nicholas, Prince Leon's father; King Micheal, Prince Arthur's father; and my father, who sat at the head of the dining table watching the chaos like he was bored.

As I walked in, I smirked at my father...but stopped once I saw 'them.'

**They just had to show up, fucking pricks; at least he's here...** I thought to myself while growling under my breath.

Sitting near my side of the table were the other princes: Samuel, Prince Arthur, and Prince Leon.

I was pissed, and my tail was showing it.

Once my mother sat next to my father, the servants served a feast, during which everyone went quiet. When they finished, my father flicked his tail on the ground, making a slapping noise that echoed in the air.

"Out. Now." He told the servant.

They all bowed and hurried out of the dining hall.

"Start talking; I don't give a shit who starts." My father said, grabbing a large meat leg from his platter and tearing it off with his fanged teeth.

"I shall start then, Prince Darien," King Micheal says, looking straight at me. "Is it true you are banishing my son from communicating with you?"

I snorted and just ate my food, ignoring his question.

"Prince Darien? May I have an answer?" He asked again.

I rolled my eyes and swallowed my food.

"Is me not eating and ignoring your dumb question not an answer for you? If actions aren't an answer, these words may be: I don't want your fucking son, nor Prince Leon, near me. Got that? Or did you not understand that one either?" I say, narrowing my eyes at King Micheal.

His eyes widen, and his gaze snaps over to his son.

**Geez, if you think about it, the only real difference between his appearance and Prince Arthur's, is that Prince Arthur has white hair while his father has bright blonde. Come to think, Prince Leon doesn't even look like his father.** I thought to myself as I examined everyone.

Prince Leon was slim and slender with short dark teal hair, while his father had a body built like a knight that sparred constantly and had braided black medium-ish long hair. They didn't even have the same eye color. His father's eye color was brown! The only thing that they had that was similar was their noses.

Samuel, on the other hand, looked like half of his father. They had the same eyes, the same goofy grin with a pointed tooth poking out their lower lip, the same build, and even the same horn style and color. The only differences were Samuel's father's tail wasn't arrow-tipped but looked like a triangular-serrated-edged-tipped spade, as if he could use it like a weapon to kill someone if need be. His wings are more like a dragon's than a demon's, and his hair looks like living flames from how red, orange and yellow it is and was even a different style. While Samuel's hair was like an explosion on top of his head, his father's hair was wavy and flowed like fire.

"My appearance took after my mother," Samuel muttered next to me as if knowing what I was doing. "But other than that, I get everything from my old man. He'd kick the shit out of me if I turned soft."

I chuckle softly.

"You boys got something to share~?" My mother says from my father's right, interrupting Samuel's and my small talk.

My father glances coldly over at us, and we jolt under his gaze.

"Yeah, um, where is Aurona? She was there when this shit happened; why isn't she present?" I ask quickly.

My father's eyes narrow, and he goes to speak, but my mother squeals like a middle schooler.

"Oh, I knew you two would be perfect for each other!!!!!!! You're even calling each other by your first names!! Ahhh, I'm sooooo happy~!!!!" My mother giggled.

I groaned and put my head in my hands in annoyance.

"Mother, please stop; it's not like that. I just thought she should spread some light on the subject." I groan.

"You're a man. Do it yourself." My father sneers.

King Nicholas nods in agreement, only to have my father chuck a glass at his head that barely missed and shattered against a wall.

"Don't nod your head. I still want to kill you for having your son pull a sword on mine." Father growled at him.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," King Nicholas says while bowing his head a bit. "I just agreed because Prince Darien should learn how to fight his battles. He will be ruling over the Empire one day, after all, and needs to know how to handle this on his own."

**Wrong choice, buddy.** I growled in my head.

Once King Nicholas had sat up straight and closed his eyes as if deep in thought, I threw my anger at him.

And it was in the form of a knife aimed at his face.