After Dante was shoo-ed out with his mom the first head of the Mammon family, Ms. Dominique, addressed the rest of us.
"Well then brothers and sisters, I believe it's time we get to the main topic of this meeting. Who shall become our candidate for king of the north."
All of Hell works on a "the strongest rules" type of mindset, so when the current king believes he's grown too weak or if he is impeached a new one must rise up. Inside the four quadrants are hundreds of noble households which must select on of their own to represent the whole. The family representatives then rally their armies and kill, conquer, or combine with all of the other families in their quadrant. When there is only one king in each quadrant left all four of the kings and their great armies move out east of Hell into Desolation.
Desolation is a giant crater made from the bomb of the Second Horseman Musashi. All four of the great armies settle into their respective side and have one week to prepare inside the crater. At the end one army leaves and with them the next king of Hell.
The fifth head Mr. Vanderbilt spoke up
"So then demons which one of you is strong enough to fully embody then Mammon family."
Hundreds of cheers from excited demons made created a maddening cacophony. The ringing in Drakar's ears wouldn't stop.
"I can't... someone... my eyes..."
Drakar's wings halted and he plummeted out of the air.
*Finally that dumbass fell asleep.*
*The Mother, praise her name, knows I could not handle all that meaningless stress*
*Waah! Waah, my baby boy you can't send him off to Purgatory.*
*That insignificant boy had him trembling like a baby.*
*Don't worry you useless bastards I'll take down the path of greatness.*
*You really think that, YOU! Can convince them, please! I still see you cry over mother*
*All of you meatheads can't see that the smartest of us all, ME! Should be in charge*
"Bumbling fools. Argue all you want the best way to have control is to take it. Please go on with your pathetic ramblings I just love hearing sore losers whine."
Suddenly Drakar's wings shot open and stopped his fall mere seconds before his head hit the floor. Drakar landed right next to a snickering uncle Davis.
"Nice landing champ, I really like the way you went limp and did 4 front flips. Reallllll smooooooth."
"You wouldn't see class if she slapped you in the face uncle. I can't wait for you to beg for my forgiveness after I become the King of The North."
Davis slapped Drakar on the back and grinned ear to ear
"How about I kiss your boot when you become the next king of Hell!"
"Where did you get a drink!? How are you drunk? When did you get drunk? How has nobody even noticed!?"
"After you've been in the booze business a 160 years you always find a way to drink."
"I think thats just alcoholism uncle."
As Davis stumbled and leaned on Drakar's shoulder he talked so quietly it was almost unheard under the rumbling of a hundred greedy demons.
"When did you get so damn funny nephew. It seems like 20 minutes ago you would've thrown me out a window if you saw me like this"
"Oh please uncle, I've always been this funny! You're just always too dumb to understand my jokes. Now its time I leave you ramblings to someone else and get closer to Madam Hestia, I can't hear a word she's saying!"
After Drakar nudged Davis' hand off his shoulder, he straightened his white button up shirt and made sure his nice black pants didn't get smeared by any of Davis' booze. After his little checkup Drakar shoved his way closer to the council of 9. He could barely hear all of them discussing with each other as different family members walked up and pleaded their case.
Even with his late arrival Drakar wasn't worried nobody was stronger than him. Well of course excluding Madam Hestia and the first four heads: Dominique, Mr. Ankeh, Ms. Ankeh, and Jolt. Drakar's only real competition was Mr. Vanderbilt's son Kenco. Kenco was an eminent swordsman with a technique which created shadows of himself to attack with him.
After Drakar finally nudged his way up to the front he stared Madam Hestia in the eyes and exclaimed.
"Why are we still going through the formalities shouldn't we just skip to the obvious winner."
Madam Hestia tilted her head and the slowly grinned.
"If thats what you wish Drakar."
Madam Hestia taped Ms. Dominique on the shoulder and nodded her head upwards.
"It seems Madam Hestia has come to a conclusion. We have decided that Kenco shall represent our family and fight for the position of King of The North. I hope you can make the Mammon family proud. "
"...What..."