Rainier's Lament, Book 1

Rainier sighed as he watched the goings on. The demons scurrying around, in what seemed, an unusually hurried manner. It was his 600th birthday and his father, The king of the Underworld, decided to throw the equivalent of an eighteenth birthday for humans. 'Great.' he thought to himself. 'Father going all out, on his youngest son, the embodiment of Pride. Wrath never got this.' He groaned and watched his six other brothers pile into his room. Red eyes scanned each of his brothers, laughter so loud it hurt his head. Rubbing his temples, he prepared to meet the teasing about being the baby. Wrath laughed and slapped his youngest brother on the back, groaning, Rainier snapped his fingers and teleported to the other side of the room. Hovering as just his toes were touching the floor. "Will you guys stop? it's unbecoming of demon princes to behave in such a manner!" Envy stuck out his tongue, the snakelike appendage always crossed him out. Sending a visible shiver through him. "Little brother, it's your day, we are simply here on Mother's orders!" Mother. He rarely saw her, last time he saw her, he was a whelp. "Mother is here?" All six of his brothers nodded, sending a groan through him. "As if the day couldn't get any worse." Envy, Wrath, and Lust shrugged. While the other three, Gluttony, Greed, and Sloth backed out. Two hours later Rainier paced the dining hall, he made up his mind. He was leaving as soon as this wretched party was over. A familiar voice interrupted his planning as a small, petite female cupped his face. "My son. You're father met with, unfortunate circumstances." Her smile sent a chill through him. "You are king now. Nothing, not even your brothers can stop you." She raised her hand, a needle in her hand, injecting him with the blood of his father. The blood that makes a welp prince king. A barbaric tradition started by the ancient kings. "A king? Mother what... " She cut him off as he began feeling faint. "Now you can't leave me." Darkness overtook his vision, he got the floor hard, hearing his brothers yell, and a battle ensued. Blissful sleep, warm, inviting. He never wanted to leave.