Finally the mourning father stood up and screamed out to the other eight leaders of his family.
"Have you all gone crazy? My son is dead! Drakar must have done this and at a time like this you want to put him as our families representative for King of The North."
Drakar finally fully healed quickly slumped his head like he was knocked out; the only indicator that he was somewhat conscious were his eyes violently twitching like his mind was being scrambled up. Slowly with furious determination he rose his head just to stare Vanderbilt in the eyes and scream out.
"Your son was weak. All your enemies must've seen it, the only reason you all couldn't see his incompetence was because you loved him. If you used that head of yours for once in your life you could see that it was an outside attack some snitch ratted us out to put tension amongst the family. So please th-"
Mrs. Arista slammed her fist into the table activating her technique which made stardust fly in every direction. Her dark blue sashes flapped in the dust revealing her intricate black dress embroidered with purple strings. The mana released shut up both Drakar and Vanderbilt and forcing them both to back down. With a twitch in her eyes and a fake smile Mrs. Arista told them both.
"Lets keep this civilized, OK."
Drakar snickered while Vanderbilt was stuck in silence trying to articulate his words.
"So then auntie with that massive outburst you must have a side in this conversation, who are you voting for."
Madam Hestia then spoke up to try and rein in this conversation.
"Well then all in favor of Drakar being the our families representative."
Eight hands shot up the only the only person who apposed was Vanderbilt. Clouded with rage he shot out of his seat and stomped to the door slamming it on his way out. Bubbling with excitement Drakar couldn't help but let out a wicked smile filled with the ecstasy of finally winning and the cheers of a hundred disembodied voices he screamed out.
"At long last the rightful winner takes front stage. Finally it's my turn to be let lose from the confines of this house."
After slightly calming down Drakar turned around and gestured to follow him. After nobody moved he exclaimed.
"Come on cheer up! Shouldn't we tell the family the great news!"
Jolt was the first one to get up and looked at the others in confusion as to why they weren't following.
"What."
The 8th head Luther, a man who looked exactly like an older Drakar tilted his head and replied.
"Have we forgotten that a family member has died. This is no time for celebrations."
Drakar cringed and filled with confusion asked him.
"Father aren't you happy your son is gonna be a king. Well I know you don't really see me as your son but still, now our family has a real representative to take the stage not some weak nerd with a cool sword."
Jolt chimed in.
"He's right now we have someone who's actually strong representing us. Kenco's death was his own fault he died so fast no one could even notice."
Soon the rest of the council got up and moved to the entrance ready to tell the family members.
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The whole family gathered up in Madam Hestia's grand hall silently awaited the news of Kenco's death. At long last Madam Hestia walked into the grand hall along with the 8 heads of the family and Drakar.
"We have determined that Kenco's killer was an assassin of the Bast family one of our greatest enemies. In his stead as representative we have the blood fiend Drakar."
An outburst of threats flew out to the Bast family almost every demon in this hall prayed for their demise. Drakar burst up into the storming straight to the center of the grand hall.
"People, people calm down. We must hold in our anger and let it brew deep within our hearts. Soon very soon right when the king declares the start of the Royal Dogfight we will wipe those bottom feeders of this planet."
Stomps resounded in the hall a rhythmic beat started to form, next the demons begun to pound their chest and drop from the sky. Along with this cacophony the demons started to chant his name.
Drakar now the only one in the sky began to scream out to his devoted followers.
"Yes, YES! Rally to me my demons. For today begins a new day of Mammon. Today is the day we rise, from simple traders to voracious warriors. No one shall be safe from our conquest blood shall fall."
Blood began to trickle from the ceiling raining his bloodthirsty family with motivation to cry his name out longer.
"But not just my blood the blood of millions will soak the foundations of Hell which we will lay. The red carpet that I will walk must not be of fabric, but of the heads of every single one of our enemies. Fealty or flaying will be the only fate for every other house. Brothers and sisters it's time our flag will fill the streets no one in all of Limbo will ever be able to remove us from their mind. Black and crimson coins will cover all of Ertetria within every soul will lay a coin. It's time to spread the symbol of Mammon."
Grinning ear to ear with his hands stretched out, Drakar basked in the cheers of hundreds inside his mind and outside it.