In a manse at the edge of Bael territory, Lady Misla Bael, sat upon a chair by the heart, her fists clenched in rage, as her fingernails dug into her flesh, listening to the story her son was recapping to her. The more she heard, the more her blood boiled, veins popping on her neck threatening to rupture.
The disgrace, the humiliation. For a Bael to fall to such lows that re Marquis would dare turn him into a pawn? A pawn?!
She knew it was too good to be true. An invitation to a celebration, from a family they had no significant connection to. After they had been expelled from the main house, all of a sudden?
She should have never let Sairaorg go there alone. She should have known.
She blad herself. She cursed the sickness that had been slowly taking hold of her, such that even small excursions had begun to exhaust her. The Sleep Disease. Incurable, untreatable. A death sentence writ long.
But if there was one thing she would do before she fell to it, it was to free her son from this nefarious plot to entoil their dignity among the rabble.
With that, she sent a ssage to Lord Phenex, requesting, in no uncertain terms, a eting to discuss his actions, or negligence thereof.
"….and he said he wants to start training with him tomorrow night! I'm so excited!" Her son cooed.
It truly heartened her to see him so happy- it was the cost at which it ca that didn't sit right with her. She knelt down and picked up her son, putting him on her lap, and kissed his forehead as a deep pit settled in her stomach at thought of his birth, his life. If only she hadn't birthed him like this…if only…she had let him inherit the Power of Destruction, perhaps…
The guilt and sha battered against her pride and each day she felt herself losing the battle. Her pride as the once Great Queen Bael that kept her going had worn thin, her façade of dignity crumbling each day as she watched her son bear the insults and beatings. Now even Low Class devils had co to see them as easy targets. And where once she could have levelled a thousand of them to the ground with but a wave of her hand, now she grew weaker with each passing day, every gasp and breath she took.
Every ear she reached out to, every hand she so desperately hoped to clutch had turned her away, unwilling to go against the will of Zekram Bael.
After all, what benefit was there in helping a boy without demonic power, a devil that wasn't a devil and a queen so fallen she had to all but resort to begging?
Then ca the sickness, and it pushed her to the brink of madness. Every mont she spent with her beloved Sai, she wanted to cherish, before…before the Sleep Disease took it all away from her.
So when sothing so good, too good to be true ca through, she knew it was a trap from a mile away. A plot to use her beloved Sairaorg against his own blood. To spirit him away, mold him into a puppet ruler with their lowly fingers all over him.
How dare they?!
Her mind began to crumble and madness took root.
How dare they try to take him away from her? Her only son…her dear Sairaorg.
"Why don't we go et Riser tomorrow, to thank them for helping you so much?" She suggested.
"Can we really? But he told to take a nap in the afternoon..." Her little Sai perked up in excitent.
"You can start training later. They won't mind."
They better not. House Bael had not yet fallen so low as to need charity from a marquis. They were a kingly house. A king. A king does not accept charity from the peasants. He collects his due. With respect. And interest.
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With the party over, the family gathered one last ti to take account of the events of the night and share any significant pieces of information they had gleaned, practically a family tradition at this point.
And as the discussion ca to a close, and Riser prepared to settle down for the night, his father placed one more issue at hand.
"Riser." He called out to , "How do you feel about your engagent to Rias Gremory? Do you understand why we had to do it?"
I raised a questioning eyebrow. Where was this coming from? Didn't we discuss this already?
"The Phenex Clan's Revenues, while diverse to a certain extent, rely heavily on the sale of our Phoenix Tears. About 40% of our revenue cos from the dical sector, that is, the Phoenix Tears, another 21% from our land and real estate holdings and about 13% from the taxes we levy on these lands. Our largest competitor, the Sitri Clan, however, own over 58% of all dical facilities in the Underworld, more than double our 23%. They were also early to get into the dia business and despite our best efforts, own a competing stake in DevilTV. By all trics, we are wealthier, more influential, and have pound for pound better devils under us. We should have squashed them ages ago, if not for the one thing they have that we lack.
Serafall Sitri, the Satan Leviathan. They have a Satan Class devil while we, even with our three Ultimate Class ones, cannot match that power.
If we want to keep our competitive edge, we too will need a Satan on our side. The Gremorys have a Satan. Binding our families in marriage makes sense. Rias is a little young, but she'll grow up quickly enough." I rattled off.
My father nodded.
"Good. You rember." He paused for a mont, hesitating, as if questioning himself, "Riser, we just want you to know, that we all love you. And we don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. We are not trying to sell you to the Gremorys."
"You're still our precious baby boy, and you'll remain so no matter what, no matter where you are. We would never abandon you." My mother added, holding my hand.
"We know what happened with Iolava. And I promise, if Rias grows up to be like that, I will break the engagent myself." Ruval patted my knee.
"And if she ever abuses you, I want you to rember, you can always return ho. Your safety and happiness are more important to us than anything we could gain from this alliance." Rigal added.
I sighed. It was obvious what this was. But also, it was genuinely heartwarming. I felt warm and fuzzy inside, hearing that. I smiled.
"You heard through the privacy wards."
"They are keyed to . I get alerted whenever they are triggered. Naturally, I have ways of spying through them." My father said, "What you said in there, I didn't an to intrude on your privacy, but I worry for you."
"I don't mind, dad. Its okay." I shrugged, "Besides, all that stuff I said, wasn't…well it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't entirely true either. I just said that to get Sairaorg to join my peerage. Don't worry about it. I know. I love you all too. I would never keep sothing like that from you."
"Then you are ready to talk about what you did with the Bael boy?" My mother asked.
"I know." I admitted, raising my hands, "He's a little troubled and a lot of trouble, but he's a good choice. I like him."
"Yes, because that is why you chose him." My father looked unconvinced, "Riser, you have great many admirable qualities, but your capacity for unfettered kindness and compassion is not one of them."
"I want to use him to get at the Bael throne." I ca out and said it.
"I presud as much." He sighed, "Riser, do you realize how dangerous this ga you're playing is? Sairaorg may be all but exiled, yet he is still a Bael. I have already received a ssage from Lady Misla to et her tomorrow morning. And that is nothing to say of the Bael clan proper. As unlikely as it is, if they co out and try to reclaim him, it would put us in hot water."
He appeared unnerved, but I knew him well. My father was just trying to test . See how deep my reasoning went. A regular feature of the back and forth among us, as he taught the ins and outs of noble politics.
"We are the Phenex. Hot water is basically an ice bath to us. Besides, would they really go down on their pride to take back one such that they threw away. I an he barely has any demonic power, he has no clan trait, no outstanding talent or skill, save that which is his bloodline right to the throne, and even that is non-existent now that he has been delegated to obscurity in the countryside. At least that's what they know. Now, with the Mutation Piece on him, he has awakened his demonic power, and though he doesn't know it yet, because he has never felt it as such before, I clocked it the mont he used his first spell. It's at least Mid Class, at the lower end of it, and it will increase with training over ti, plateauing sowhere around the middle of High Class at the worst, if my calculations are correct, maybe a little more. Though, I doubt that they would allow any mber of another's peerage to beco the heir in the first place."
"It does not matter. Lord Bael is a small, petty and suprely prideful man. He'd go to any length to maintain his and his clan's pride. And then there is Zekram Bael. Although he stepped down from the throne after the civil war in a token effort to hand the torch to the next generation, it is an open secret that the current Lord Bael takes no decisions without consulting his senior. The mouth may be Lord Bael's, but the words are Zekram's. His authority as one of the first and longest active devils is nothing to scoff at."
"Father, think about it. If Lord Bael does nothing without the approval of Zekram, then that ans Zekram Bael approved of Sairaorg's expulsion. It ans he definitely won't cause any trouble for us." I caught the silver lining.
"What if he did that deliberately to instill a sense of desperation in Sairaorg Bael, in the hopes that he awakens sothing, so sliver of power he could not in the comfort of Castle Bael?" Rigal considered.
"Now you're reaching…" Ruval laughed.
"Zekram Bael is many things, but a fool he is not. He is one of the greatest minds of his generation. If it is him, I believe there is still a chance…"
"Even better then." I said, "That ans he just gave up his golden goose without any justification. And now, once we have finished raising him, even if he wanted, he couldn't ask for him back. We'll be able to drag him to the negotiation table and get ourselves a pound and a half of flesh from him. And trust father, once I am done raising him, Zekram Bael will pay anything to bring him back into the fold."
"And what if he turns out to be a dud." My father countered.
"I t the current Bael heir in the garden on the way back. He is a soft boy. I don't think he will be difficult to pull down. And even if Sairaorg fails, we can still influence Magdaran. He likes plants, and has expressed interest, genuine interest, in visiting again. I think he is lonely at ho, and his interests aren't encouraged. Knowing Lord Bael, he probably thinks his son's gardening hobby is a waste of ti and below their station. Mom can work that angle with him, and that way we can keep our options open." I flipped a coin into the air and caught it mid-fall, grinning, "If what I'm planning works, we will have a Great King clan in the palm of our hands. Heads we win. Tails they lose. Trust my judgent, dad. I know it can work. If nothing else, we will have a better relationship with the Baels anyway."
"Riser, you are ten years old, you have no judgent." He said, rubbing his eyes, as he continued, "You know there are fines for not registering peerage mbers within three months, yes?" My father's expression had eased a fair bit by now and he began to see the potential in it, so I knew this was just a probing question, gauging my intent.
"We can just say we lost the paperwork, or forgot, or that he joined just recently and a number of other excuses. And even if all of that doesn't work…tell father, what is the price of a few fines in the face of a Great King clan's fortune?"
My father grinned viciously.
"Worth it."
"Couldn't agree more." Ruval joined in.
"Are the two of you forgetting that we are talking about a child here? Where is your compassion? The poor boy may be a tool but at least treat him like a person!" My mother scolded.
"I did just spend an hour consoling him." I pointed out.
"We'll treat him nice." Ruval added.
"Practically like family." Rigal chuckled darkly.
"See honey, such nice, compassionate children we have." My father laughed, causing my mother to sigh in defeat.
"Do what you want." She said, throwing up her hands, "But if it blows up in your face…just rember, I want a bucket of popcorn to go along with the explosion."
"So we are keeping him?" I asked for confirmation.
"We will see, if it isn't too much trouble. But when Lady Misla visits tomorrow, you will et her, and you will apologise to her for what you have done, and then if she agrees, we will go ahead with it."
"If she doesn't?"
"That will depend entirely on her attitude." He said, before adding in a serious tone, "But you will let handle her. Do not jump in with your harebrained sches. You are a clever boy, I know, but this is not your battlefield. Leave it to . At worst, we will petition Lord Ajuka to remove him from your peerage."
"Gotcha."
I just know I am going to have to jump in, aren't I?
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