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“My…”
Jet shook his head.
“You know what? Never mind. Take me to this parade.”
Though he did not particularly care about being celebrated by a bunch of heaven forsaken demons, curiosity got the better of him when the larvae mentioned his “mother”. And the fact that Markolab was eerily silent only further exacerbated the issue. But this did not matter to the demons one bit. They were simply glad to be of service, either that or that they could go to the parade and enjoy the festivities a little bit.
He was guided into the palanquin, which the blood-apes picked up and started carrying with great fanfare. The loud music emanating from all around the place was now blaring next to him as well, blending in with the rest. He was carried in this fashion down the many, many, many streets of hell and through the silken curtains he could see the serfs of hell gathering outside to look at him, all eager to sneak a peek at him. Though a great deal of them looked like they had malicious intentions, or maybe they were just unwholesome to look at for his still human eyes.
Something that really stuck out to him was the sheer number of them. It seemed unending.
“Are there really so many demons? And all these buildings? Do they live in all of them?”
“Those aren’t buildings. They are parts of Malfeas. Most of them aren’t for habitation. They have no doors, no rooms, nothing. If you want to live in one of them, you often have to dig into the structures yourself. What you see is the flesh of the Demon King, his ribs inverted and poking through his own flesh. The buildings only exist because they please him in an aesthetic sense. Anyway, I suggest you stop admiring the scenery. We got more important things to watch out for.”
At that Jet pulled the curtain to the side and poked his head out, only to see a never-ending ocean of demons, all writhing, squirming and flailing around in joy as his little entourage joins a much larger procession. Then he heard the voice of an announcer cut through the crowd via some sort of sound magnifying device.
“ALRIGHT YOU SHITTY SERFS! I hope you’re all having one HELL of a time! Because we just got word that our new Champion has JUST arrived to grace you with his magnificence! Behold! The 49th Green Sun Prince! He has come to join his Mother and Sister! The one and only, the magnificent, the mother of the Chosen, The Princess of the Yozi, The Phylactery-Womb! LILLUN!”
“By the Dragons-”
