Morning came too soon for Ragnaros who awakened in his office, hungover with a massive headache and no memory of what happened after they started drinking.

  He looked around him, Nico was sleeping under his desk, Iruma was sprawled on a chair and Legion was on his sofa.

  Nilrem had somehow found a blanket and had his head on Alucard’s leg, Alucard himself was against the wall, head lowered.

  Many other high ranking demons were spread around the room, unconscious or sleeping, hard to tell at this point.

  The most surprising person among them was lying on his desk.

  “Lucifer! When in dad’s name did you get here?”

  A low groan came from the fallen archangel.

  “I was… always here… young king. It is too early for this,” he grumbled.

  Lucifer the Morningstar, the Humble Moon, former favored son of God and current right hand demon of the Forbidden One.

  His appearance was not that shocking but Ragnaros had never noticed when he arrived which was a testament to how sloshed they were.

  He was happy he wasn’t the only one suffering as others began to open their eyes and groan.

  “Nilrem get your head off my leg,” said Alucard.

  “What. Are we. Doing here,” rasped the many voices of Legion.

  “Forget that, what did we do last night,” grunted Iruma.

  Nico tried to sit up as if he was going to answer but hit his head on Ragnaros’ desk and fell back in pain.

  “Whatever we did, it must have been something to witness, look at our appearances,” said Nilrem.

  Every demon in the room was a little roughed up in some way, a few bruises, some cuts and scratches.

  Before any could wonder what they had done a loud and violent shout shook the mansion.

  “Ragnaros!!!”

  All noise immediately ceased, they all feeling a sense of foreboding. Almost all of them.

  “Ragnaros, I believe that was your wife,” murmured Lucifer casually.

  “It is,” responded Ragnaros now fully awake.

  “Could you tell her to keep it down, my head hurts,” mumbled Lucifer.

  Ragnaros ignore him and concentrated, trying to remember what he did, the only thing he could recall was breaking one of the tables outside. He also vaguely remembered shouting something about a raid…

  “We went on a raid without her!!” shouted the king in panic.

  The occupants of the room, except Lucifer, paled.

  They all slowly turned to the door as it creaked and gradually opened.

  Standing menacingly at the entrance was Midnight, shadows surrounding her body, orange eyes ablaze in a fiery glow.

  “I found you,” she said slowly in a child-like manner.

  She tilted her head sideways giving a maniacal smile that chilled every demon in the room. She let out a giggle that froze the blood in their veins, the word ‘unhinged’ could not even begin to describe her appearance.

  She made one step inside the room.

  “Scatter!!” shouted a demon clan leader in pure fear.

  “Every demon for himself!!” yelled Nico in full survival mode as he scrambled from beneath the desk.

  The various demons rushed to find any exit they could and in some cases created some of their own.

  Shouts of terror and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the mansion for most of the early morning.

  Until the sound of Nyx crying drowned out any other noise.

  At the sound of his wail Midnight’s demonic persona vanished and was replaced by the doting mother.

  She rushed to her child’s side in order to comfort him, leaving behind chaos and many broken bones.

  (Break)

  When the least injured clan leaders were released from the infirmary they bid their adieus and left to return to their own domains.

  Alucard being the highest ranked demon still present ordered the sober members of the royal guard, the warband and the black serpent clan to reorganize their shifts among themselves.

  Many of them were still unconscious, too hungover to do anything or were caught by Midnight during her rampage.

  Fortunately they had enough manpower to cover the predictable casualties of alcohol and Midnight’s rage.

  None of those under Alucard questioned his orders but did wonder what happened to most of their high command.

  (Break)

  After she had taken care of Nyx’s needs, Midnight had found Ragnaros, again, and dragged him to their room where they still remained.

  The Forbidden One knows what was happening in there at the moment.

  Nico had been caught hiding in one of the pantries, his body was sprawled on a bed in the infirmary.

  Nilrem had managed to evade the queen until she calmed herself and had promptly fled back to his room, barricading himself within.

  Iruma was perched in a tree and was refusing to come down, he also had somehow found a few bottles of rum. He was probably, most definitely, drunk by now.

  Dark Blade was found floating in the fountain out front, his spectral body that is, his armor was drowned at the bottom.

  Lucifer whose authority matched none but Ragnaros simply did not care. The second of the Forbidden One was content to stand by as the chaos unfolded around him.

  (Break)

  When Ragnaros was released from his imprisonment and the scolding of a lifetime. The first thing he did was check his backyard.

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  Lo and behold their was an encampment near the forest.

  He cursed Luck and walked toward it with two demons at his back.

  Culvarin, an undead with green tint skin, covered in stitches as if his body had been reassembled, a member of the royal guard.

  Viper, a scaled demon covered in blue and gold scales with the head of a cobra, a member of the black serpent clan.

  The three walked up to the encampment, Ragnaros brimming with annoyance.

  “Luck!!” he bellowed.

  Silence followed by the shuffling of someone in a tent, then the appearance of a blonde haired woman rolling out of it and bolting.

  Without waiting for orders Culvarin and Viper sprinted after Lady Luck, running into the vast forest that surrounded the mansion.

  Luck looked back at the two and smirked, angering the pair. She flashed them a wink and wiggled her fingers, a small golden glow occurred.

  Culvarin tripped on a branch falling face first into the dirt, Viper passed him while laughing before running into a tree. Both groaned in discomfort as the lady of fortune laughed at them.

  Seeing she had stopped running both growled and decided to attack.

  Viper released a cloud of poisonous gas, the purple gas spread towards Luck, decaying all in its path. By some miracle it passed and circled around her before dissipating leaving her unharmed.

  Culvarin jumped into the air above her and cut downwards, sending a long line of silver aura resembling the blade of a guillotine. The line split in half before reaching Luck avoiding her entirely, and cut the ground to her sides.

  Luck drew her pistol and shot Culvarin, a golden beam ejecting from her weapon and hitting the demon. Culvarin was sent back from the impact, his back hit a branch before he crashed on the ground.

  Luck spun around and shot at Viper, the serpentine demon released a cloud of purple gas around himself. The golden beams dissolved before they could reach him.

  Undeterred, Luck wiggled her fingers and the golden glow appeared for a moment.

  The poison cloud began to disappear to the shock of Viper who looked around as his impenetrable shield vanished around him. He looked back to Luck, she fired three shots.

  To her surprise he easily deflected all three.

  “Alright enough playing around, time to get serious,” he hissed.

  He grabbed his sword and dragged his hand along the entire blade, covering it in a cloud of poison.

  The now purple covered blade caused Luck to shiver in fright, she was beginning to think she may be outmatched.

  The crack of a branch made her eyes go wide she ducked a silver glowing blade passing over her followed by the body of Culvarin.

  The demon rolled on the ground, he swiftly unsheathed his second sword as he rose to his feet.

  The two demons looked at each other and nodded, they charged displaying great speed.

  Luck began to shoot, every shot was deflected by one or the other.

  Viper struck first, Luck dodged out of the way. Letting the blade hit a tree that instantly began to decay, rot spreading around the cut.

  Culvarin crossed his blades and sent out two lines that began to swirl around each other, creating a twister of silver aura.

  She aimed her pistol at the incoming twister, charging up a massive amount of her power. She fired a large golden beam, the two attacks met in an explosion of smoke.

  Unknown to her an unnatural mist began to appear around the area, mistaking it for a large amount of smoke Luck did not notice.

  Seeing her chance she used the smoke as a distraction to cover her movements.

  It seemed to work as she heard them swearing when the smoke cleared.

  The two spotted her and attempted to follow but with a wiggle of her finger they tripped on the same root.

  Luck laughed at their misfortune, she turned around and collided with something solid and was thrown backwards.

  She looked up at the very muscled form of Ragnaros, she had ran head first into his abs.

  He simply raised a brow as if he was amused by her attempt at escaping him.

  The king was looking down at her with contempt, his glowing green eyes displaying annoyance.

  Numerous glowing red eyes stared at her through the mist, their forms appearing slowly as the mist dispersed.

  She looked around at the various demons that had surrounded her, members of the royal guard, the warband and various clans were present.

  She slowly crawled backwards but stopped when her back hit legs, looking up she saw Viper and Culvarin glaring down at her.

  She giggled nervously and gulped knowing she was in trouble.

  “Luck, did you really have to cause such trouble?” asked Ragnaros.

  “I don’t know what you mean?” She responded trying to play innocent.

  “You made us chase you through the woods, is your desire to not clean up your mess that strong? Or are you simply being lazy?”

  “A little of both,” she replied.

  His flat stare told her he was not impressed with her answer, he turned his head to a member of his warband.

  “Dallade,” he said addressing the crowd.

  A hooded figure with a blue mask with purple lines going vertically down from the eyeless holes moved forwards.

  “Yes Ragnaros,” he muttered with a shrouded voice as if it was a murmur on the wind.

  “You, Viper and Culvarin escort the Lady Luck back to her camp and make sure she dismantles it along with anyone else who aided in its construction,” he ordered.

  The three dragged her back towards the mansion her whines being heard by all.

  Ragnaros shook his head as the four disappeared from his sight.

  “The rest of you are dismissed, return to your posts.”

  The various demons melded into the shadows and vanished in the darkness of the forest.

  Ragnaros disappeared in a mix of shadow and black smoke, reappearing at the entrance of the mansion.

  Midnight awaited him at the entrance, a sleeping baby in her arms.

  She raised an eyebrow demanding an explanation, clearly having heard his brisk order to assemble any available warriors.

  “My beloved night star, moon of my heart, light of my soul…”

  “Get on with it Ragnaros!” interrupted Midnight.

  “Yes dear… Luck built a makeshift camp in our backyard and fled from her responsibility of taking it down,” he explained.

  “So she was being lazy?”

  “Essentially yes,” agreed Ragnaros.

  Midnight sighed softly and handed Nyx to her husband, who looked at the child perplexed.

  “What am I to do with him my wife?” he questioned.

  “I am tired, keep an eye on him, if you are capable that is.”

  Insulted Ragnaros puffed himself up with a retort but one glare from his wife had him droop in defeat.

  Smiling serenely Midnight retreated to their rooms to rest.

  Ragnaros, who still had paperwork to sign, made his way to his office.

  Upon opening the door and seeing the state of his office he swore silently.

  (Break)

  An hour later he had relocated to another room while his office was repaired.

  Members of the warband entered the room to deliver reports and paperwork, the affairs of hell never stopped in seemed.

  Ragnaros had pulled the top drawer open and laid Nyx in it letting the child sleep peacefully while he completed his work for the day.

  Nilrem entered the room in a respectful posture, complimenting his position as leader of a clan and the prime minister of hell.

  “Well look who finally found the courage to leave his fortified bunker,” said Ragnaros.

  “Do not patronize me my king unlike you I am not a wimp when confronted with my wife,” he responded snidely.

  “No you only tremble at the presence of mine.”

  “It pains me to admit but you got me there,” agreed Nilrem reluctantly.

  “Anyway, your report and it better be decent,” said Ragnaros.

  “The fact you expect anything but perfection insults me beyond what words can describe,” he responded in a monotone voice.

  “Nilrem get to the point or by father I swear I will smite you where you stand.”

  “Very well. My report is as follows, all administrative sections are progressing with maximum efficiency, our financial situation is above average and the alcohol is flowing in a steady rhythm.”

  As Nilrem finished his report Iruma entered the room his appearance ruffled, he held a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

  “Would you look at that it seems the drunkard fell off his tree,” said Ragnaros.

  “Don’t insult me I can handle my alcohol unlike some in this room and I did not fall. I jumped,” said Iruma.

  “But of course the beast with no thoughts bravely jumped from a tree to fight the greatest foe known to demon kind, gravity,” said Nilrem scoffing at the mere thought.

  “Are you insulting me Magician of the Dark Crest?” asked Iruma with a growl.

  “So what if I am you half barbarian,” replied Nilrem.

  “I would appreciate if my Prime Minster and Supreme Commander did not fight in my temporary office,” interjected Ragnaros.

  Both silenced themselves and bowed slightly in apology.

  “Do forgive us Ragnaros, tensions are running high after the events of the full moon. Although the memories of the previous night elude us I am sure we did not cause irreparable damage,” said Nilrem.

  “As the monk said our blood lust is still high, you better then anyone knows the stronger the demon the stronger the urge,” reminded Iruma with a grin.

  “While I am in agreement with you that still doesn’t explain why you constantly fight each other! On another note where is my brother in law?” Asked Ragnaros.

  “Still knocked out,” responded Iruma.

  “Actually the High General is healed he is just being lazy,” said Nilrem.

  “I see. Forgive me, I am placing this meeting on hold, I must go have words with my best friend,” said Ragnaros.

  He rose from his chair and left the office in a steady walk to once again ‘talk’ to Nico.

  The two remaining demons smirked amused by the development.

  “Is Nico actually healed?” Asked Iruma.

  “No,” stated Nilrem flatly.

  Iruma began to laugh loudly but stopped when a baby gurgled, the two looked at each other in astonishment.

  Iruma and Nilrem looked over the desk and into a drawer.

  Nyx stared back at them with confused eyes as if asking if his father had abandoned him.

  The two generals nodded, absolutely sure where this was heading and happily thrilled for it.

  Nyx screamed, loud enough for the entire mansion to hear.

  There was a moment of silence.

  “Ragnaros!!” shouted Midnight, her voice resonating throughout their home.

  They could hear their brave king’s swearing as he stumbled in panic, the two looked back to their prince and found him back asleep with a small smile on his face.

  They liked him already and couldn’t wait to see what suffering he brought his father.