Bavol
I wonder how long Mister Satan plans to keep us here. I don‘t really enjoy being kept in one place for long… not whilst still being awake at least. I can‘t complain can I? Not without feeling his wrath most likely. I suppose a nap is most definitely out of the question…
The young girl sat obediently though her thoughts were elsewhere. With an ever-so-common lethargic slump in her slight stature her eyes were clearly struggling to keep awake whilst she attempted rather feebly to focus on the looming figure in front of her - that figure of course being Satan; their leader and ruler of Inferno who had summoned the three demons before him presently. With the faintest motioning of her shoulders her long frozen mane of white layers of hair flowed effortlessly downwards to the tips of her waist and beyond, clinging to her sides like a winter blanket and delicately tickling the open areas of flesh that she allowed to be shown and causing the young demon to smile quietly to herself.
The young demon in question of course was Bavol; The Princess of Air. Unlike many before her, she was the first female to hold a title in a very long time. And even more surprising the demon from whom she had obtained the title from was no other than her very own father - the former Prince of Air - Io.
Beside Bavol sat the other two princes; The Prince of Earth and The Prince of Fire. The pair never seemed to see eye to eye nor did it feel as if they ever wished to make peace between themselves. The curious female could not help but wonder as to why the two demons always acted this way. Intriguingly it was as if the two males never tired from their arguing. However regardless of their relentless quarreling Bavol sat almost oblivious to the entire thing - her mind trailing around elsewhere as usual and unaffected by all of that which took place round about her in the actual world.
I wonder how Yeu is amusing himself. I cannot imagine this is any more enjoyable for him than it is for myself. Pity. I so truly wanted to cause mischief today. Of all days, especially today. I had a special plan set out and everything… it would have been fun to just relax for once, me and Yeu. He really needs to chill out more - Oh the joys of seeing such a sight!
Bavol gave a slight pout in response to her thoughts, carefully tapping playfully at her chin as a gradual smile crept onto her pale face. Though being one of the Three Pillars of Hell she acted like any other juvenile demon and such behaviour often caused some to question her role as the Princess of Air. Upon hearing Satan clearing his throat twice - a bid no doubt to gain the three demons attentions - the young demon raised her weakened eyes slightly to gaze at their leader.
I‘m beginning to wonder what this is all about. Are we being punished? Ooh, perhaps rewarded instead. We have been good Princes and Princess, have we not? Well... that could be a tricky question.
A moment later Satan spoke, “Good, now onto the topic at hand. The rifts have opened after nearly 500 hundred years of them being sealed by that damn woman those angels call a Goddess. It seems the lesser demons are being summoned once more by the humans again and they are getting caught up in their wars. Not that it matters much to seeing as they are merely lesser demons but a few have gotten loose form their tamers and before they make things worse between us. I would think one of you three would have sent someone to catch them and bring them back. But I guess I have to do everything on my own.”
The rifts are opened… after almost 500 years it has finally happened? No wonder Mister Satan brought us here.
Bavol thought quietly to herself as she keenly listened to what the elder demon had to say. Of course it began to feel more like a slight telling-off than anything else towards the end of his short speech - the young demon unable to suppress the displeasured pout that curved on her lips.
”I‘m sorry Satan.” She said politely though without much thought at first - an attempt at an apology to their leader without actually meaning to voice it. Then again such a thing was expected from Bavol, out of the three demons at least. The girl slowly glanced over to the two princes whilst her voice grew faint, awaiting for either of them to speak up.
A moment later she continued, ”Well I can safely assure that nothing new has arisen within my circles. Everything is ship-shape, as they say. I put it all down to my faithful subordinate Yeu, he does his job ever so well~” The girl giggled in a rather joyfully manner as an evident sense of pride hung on her every word when mentioning her loyal follower; Yeuri.