The Meeting of the 7 Firstborn's.

 In the innermost realm of hell, 8 thrones were being sat upon. 7 were occupied by the 7 first borns of Lucifer. Ezekiel, the first born, sat on the throne nearest to Lucifer. His raven black hair was in a loose bun amongst the top of his head, and his fiery eyes were glared upon the youngest brother. Next to Ezekiel was Deavon. Deavon was the opposite of Ezekiel. Glimmering white-blonde hair and almost white, but blue eyes. Then came the twins Cifer and Cerfi, both looked exactly the same, raven black hair and pure amber eyes. After the twins came Brennet with his shiney grey hair and charcoal eyes. The last and youngest son was Fabian, he had striking red hair and violet eyes, he was seated on the throne furthest away from his father. Last but not least was Melanea. The only ‘first’ born daughter of Lucifer, she had many different hair colors and eye colors, but today she had sported her natural brown locks and amber eyes. Melanea was always seated next to her father in any meeting or royal gathering. She was, what most people called her, Daddy’s little girl.  Each child ruled one of the realms, in order of birth except Melanea. She ruled the innermost realm with her father. In the very first throne, was Lucifer, the ruler of hell, and their dearest father.

 The gathering was unknown. No one but Lucifer knew what they were gathered for, but it must have been important for he wouldn’t have gathered them all in one room.

 “When are we going to get this meeting started? I have many better things to do, as well as women!” Brennet tapped the armrest of his throne, impatiently fidgeting around.

 “Bren, you know damn well that Father will tell us when he is ready. So for now shut your trap and wait.” Melanea snapped at him, knowing that Lucifer was getting ready to speak.

 “Your sister is correct, I am getting ready to speak.” Lucifer’s deep voice, rang out throughout the room. “I have called this meeting for a very specific and to the point meeting. You all must be married by the time our next royal gathering comes around. The elder’s and I feel that is the best choice for the survival of our realms. Things have been out of order and showing that we are still in charge, we have decided that it will show that you’re mature, and not children anymore.”

 Then that was when all hell broke loose.

“Marriage? There is no damned forsaken woman in this hell hole who is worth my time!” Cifer spat, his amber eyes glowing. Cerfi remained quiet, as always.

“Yes, marriage. If you do not marry, I will be pleased to replace your spot as ruler of your precious realm to your beloved sister.” Their father smiled, his eyes challenging them.

“F-Father! I am most happy here with you!” Melanea gasped, hating that their father would do such a thing over something so small like love. Her father had many women in his bed each night, so she wondered why he had decided on something like this.

“You all know that when Father says something he means it. So you all might as well go marry one of your whores that you keep locked away somewhere.” Ezekiel said deadpanned. Everyone knew Ezekiel had his eyes set on someone already, so he had no problem with this.

Everyone else did though. Melanea had no one in interest and no one had interest in her. Most men knew what would happen if they crossed her. Her father was what would happen.

Lucifer had called the meeting to an end, meaning every word he said. The brother’s piled out of the room, murmuring and glaring. While Melanea stayed behind with her father.

“Didn’t I dismiss you all?” Her father said, looking straight ahead.

“Yes, but… why do I have to be married? I don’t rule any realm. I’m merely staying here with you.” she acknowledged the fact that most men would likely be lining up to the chance of marrying her.

“I already told you why. The elder’s think you all are immature, spoiled children. So I need to prove that you are not. Now leave, go to your room or somewhere else. I need to be alone.”

With that Melanea left, following the suit of her brothers.