"Enough."
Primus's father rose from the throne. His voice shook the air and every demon in the hall fell silent instantly.
But it didn't last.
Primus's mother spun around, eyes flaring crimson.
"You shut up," she snapped.
The hall froze.
"You shut up," she repeated, stabbing a finger toward the throne. "My son has returned after YEARS and you want to lecture us about gatherings?!"
A stunned silence followed.
Then—A cough.
A snort.
And suddenly half the hall burst into laughter.
Even Primus's siblings chuckled behind their hands.
Primus's father's eye twitched, a tiny movement, but enough to send the hall into another wave of muffled laughter.
I almost laughed too from my hidden spot.
Primus's mother huffed, and marched back to her seat beside him. Only after she sat did the hall slowly regain its composure.
Primus's father exhaled heavily, looked at Lara and his stern face softened a little.
"Come here," he said. "To your grandfather."
