The new moon day had finally arrived, casting a silver glow over the demonic realm. Demon King Viraskas, resplendent in his dark armor, stood before the royal courtroom. The air was thick with anticipation as noble demons, warriors, and dignitaries gathered to witness the declaration of the next heir.
Viraskas's eyes swept across the assembly, his gaze lingering on his three sons. Val, Jasper, and Warcry stood before him, their faces set with determination.
"My sons," Viraskas began, his voice low and commanding. "Today, I shall announce the successor to the throne. The one who shall lead our empire to even greater heights."
The courtroom fell silent, the only sound the soft rustling of demonic wings.
Viraskas's gaze settled on Vyralthus, his eyes burning with pride. "Vyralthus, my son, my warrior. You have proven yourself time and again. Your strength, your cunning, and your loyalty make you the perfect heir."
Vyralthus stepped forward, his eyes locked on his father's. Viraskas placed the crown on his head, the metal gleaming with dark power.
The courtroom erupted into applause, the sound thundering through the halls. Vaelthar clapped with genuine enthusiasm, a broad smile spreading across his face.
Vol'zerak, however, seemed subdued, his claps lacking conviction. A hint of sadness flickered in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.
Viraskas's voice rose above the din. "Let it be known, Vyralthus is my chosen heir! Let all demons pledge their loyalty to him!"
The assembly pledged their allegiance, their voices echoing through the courtroom.
Vyralthus's eyes shone with tears as he gazed at his father. "I will not disappoint you, Father. I will lead our empire to victory and glory."
Viraskas's face softened, a rare display of emotion. "I have no doubt, my son. You are the future."
As the applause continued, Vol'zerak's gaze drifted to his brother, a mix of emotions warring within him. He knew Vyralthus was the rightful heir, but a spark of jealousy had ignited within his heart.
Vaelthar, sensing his brother's turmoil, placed a reassuring hand on Vol'zerak's shoulder. "We stand together, brother. Vyralthus will lead us to greatness."
Vol'zerak's expression smoothed, his eyes hardening with determination. "I will support my brother, no matter the cost."
The ceremony concluded, the courtroom emptying as the demons dispersed to spread the news. Vyralthus, now the crowned prince, stood tall, his shoulders bearing the weight of responsibility.
Viraskas's voice whispered in his ear. "Remember, my son, power demands sacrifice. Never forget the price of our empire's greatness."
Vyralthus nodded, his eyes burning with resolve. "I will not forget, Father. I will ensure our empire's dominance, no matter the cost."