– "But what?" – Lamar sipped from the golden cup and stared lazily at his approximant. – Had the angels finally sinned? Had the light come to a wedge? Has the lake of fire dried up? – The demon ruler chuckled, curling his fingers on his free hand.
– Not quite, oh, Great, there is such a thing … – almost a whisper began to speak cowardly chancellor.
– You tell me that the humans have declared war on us! – Lamar's laughter rumbled through the hall, and all the courtiers present caught it like a contagious disease.
– Yes… You could say that… You will definitely want to bare your sword now, my Lord," the servant said uncertainly, clutching the scroll in his hands.
Suddenly there was silence in the throne room, but a few seconds later the demons were laughing as they had never laughed before. Even the chandeliers seemed to move and the walls shook. But King of Flammehav did not yet know what he was about to hear.
– I'm sorry," the Chancellor said uncertainly.
– It turns out you have a good sense of humor! – said the King.
– Oh, Great One! People killed your brother! – exclaimed the Chancellor and shrank back in fear of being hit in the chest by a fireball, even closing his eyes.
– What?! – The demon king roared, choking on a sip of red wine.
– His head was cut off, Lord, right in the main square… He was kneeling and grinning… And then chick, and his head flew… – It seemed that if he had the opportunity to curl up and not lose face, close to the king would have done so.
– Everybody out! Now! – Like an awakened volcano, the supreme demon exploded. – And you stay! – Pointing his finger at the chancellor, he drained his cup in an instant, leaving not a drop of his favorite tart drink in it.
– Perhaps you would like some more wine? – remarked the Chancellor, trying to get away from the heavy topic.
– How did those wretched men bring Daryal to his knees? How dare they do such a thing? Where had their fear of the great Flammehav gone! – The king thundered and thundered. Flames danced in his eyes, the veins in his arms swelled with tension, and his handsome face seemed threatened to burst every vessel, so red with anger.
– I don't know why, but he didn't use his magic, at least that's what they say…" the subordinate tried to explain.
– Why was he executed? – Lamar could not sit on his throne and jumped up from it as if it were covered with burning coals. – Tell me now!
– For numerous crimes. Murder, violence and something else minor… King Derek made him a laughing stock, we can't let it go… No one would dare to bow down and then kill a member of the Rossi dynasty… I think we should send an envoy to these savages and declare war on them! – Finally in the voice of the Chancellor appeared confidence and determination.
– Let's do it! – After cooling down a bit, the demon king returned to the throne and, covering his eyes, continued: – My brother's body must be taken to Flammehav. With the head. – The last two words, the supreme demon said as if he had just had his caddy ripped out.
– Alas, that is impossible. They burned it, my Lord," the king's servant shed light on the new details.
– Then let Derek's palace go up in flames and plunge into a Hell… Let it burn like my poor brother's body… Let his entrails burst from the heat in his own chambers! – Lamar threw the bowl at the chancellor, and the latter, tucking his tail, ran out of the throne room.
