The Demonlord Chronicles

Chapter III – The Darkness of Light
13.
“Was that... really necessary?” Ardan asked, cautiously, watching the last wall of the palace crumble, joining the wide area of scattered debris. Within less then a hour, Cyraminon and Rihukan had literally leveled the entire palace. “I mean... wouldn’t you two be supposed to live here?”
“Do you really think we could live at this place? The place where we killed our own mother?” Cyra asked, her voice dripping with bitterness.
“But, keep in mind, it wasn’t really you. You just...”
“...were at the wrong place at the wrong time? It’s not relevant... we were the cause of our mother’s and as well of our father’s demise. We’ve killed those persons who were meant to be dear to us.” Cyra looked down onto he claws. “And our own abilities will always remind us of these facts.”
“That’s...” Ardan tried to find some suitable words. “You’re not...”
It’s fine, Ardan. We are demons after all... we weren’t supposed to do something else.
“That’s not true. You aren’t just plain demons! You are both gifted with the legacy of your father’s race, that’s a”
“... flaw only we two have, yes.” Cyra interrupted him.
“I was going to call it ‘unique trait’.” Ardan said with a slight groan. “You really shouldn’t look down upon yourselves like that. What happened, has happened. You did not intend to” 
“...we DID intend to kill her. May not exactly like this... but the one way or another.”
“Hell... will you just stop constantly arguing against me and accept the fact you’re pretty much awesome?” Ardan complained
Cyra turned her head, frowning confusedly.
“See, much better! At the least you stopped sulking in self-regret for a second!” He smiled slightly. “I know it hurts to loose your parents... I... Rather, Ajan, has lived through that, as well. And he was blaming himself, too. Don’t give in to such self-hatred, nothing good comes from it.”
Now, actually Ajan, in the end, set me free and made your existence possible at all, Ardan, so, technically, it was good...
“Geez” Ardan hissed. “That’s because he managed to overcome the hatred. He realized people, even immortals, make mistakes and need to be forgiven at times. And just like that, you two should forgive yourself, as well.” Cyra was about to voice an objection, but Ardan quickly added. “I don’t exspect that to happen right now or within a few days. But at least you two should stop sulling over it right now. Don’t call me heartless, if I’m pushy... but there are people waiting for us.”
Rihukan chuckled in his own animalistic way. Ardan the Heartless? Would be a nice name for you, as well... Cyraminon joined her brother’s amusement.
“Well... whatever makes you happy...” Ardan sighed. “But can we continue with our original task now? The reason for which we have come here?” He pointed around. “I’ve got no clue where to head next.”
Cyra started to scan the horizon, still exclusively consisting of desert and rock, as well. “I’m not entirely sure. But it is said that the death of a sufficiently powerful demon, including demonlords, causes a nimble ripple of power to spread throughout Hell. If that’s, and I don’t doubt it, true, then the remaining demonlords already realized our mother has died...”
And in their position, I would instantly rush to the location where it happened, to see who has slain a demonlord and taken on the position of a new one.
“So... you’re telling me... we’re just going to sit here and wait?” Ardan asked with slight doubts. This wasn’t exactly the way he had exspected this to work...

“Ardan!”
“Yes, I feel it as well.” It was like a shiver on his skin, coming closer and closer. Something was approaching. Something massive, powerful. Ardan walked over to the demoness, staring into the same direction as she did. In the far distant, there was a cloud of sand, approaching at immense speed.
It was impossible to see what was hiding inside of the cloud itself, but it was, no doubt, a demon, powerful and possibly even one of the eleven remaining demonlords. And then the cloud dissipated and... there was noone. As well, Ardan lost track of the presence of the demon who had just now been coming for them.
Cyra blinked in confusion. “Wait... was that... an illusion?”
“Nono, I don’t think so.”
“Je, it felt way to real for an illusion.” Ardan agreed to...
Both, Ardan and Cyraminon jumped off, spinning around mid-air, to see a strange figure standing in between them. Whilst landing back on the ground, preparing for whatever may to come, Ardan quickly examined the newcomer: It was a demon, who appeared unnaturally tall and thin, measuring about three meters in height, his skin of a plain white, his arms nearly reaching down to his feet. When he turned his head, Ardan could see the actual face was hidden behind a mask, picturing a face split in between smile on the left and sadness on the right side.
”Hello.” The demon said, his voice... well, it didn’t seem outright hostile, but it still ran a shiver across Ardan’s spine. “My name is Sennobar and... No...” He turned his head to the other side, examining Cyra. “You killed her, didn’t you? Though you seem... somewhat weak?”
You better not underestimate us, stranger. Rihukan adressed Sennobar, taking position behind his sister, a single trace of sparks running down his neck, as if to underline his words.
“And you... killed her, as well? This is strange... And you don’t smell like true demons either... who are you... and what are you?” Sennobar asked, tilting his head sidewards, until his head was effectively laying horizontal.
“I’m Cyraminon, and that’s Rihukan. We’re the children, and now successors of Xoreyi.”
“Two? Two demons sharing the victory about a demonlord and both claiming the according title? This is interesting, interesting, interesting!” The demon appeared to squeal in enjoyment and clapped his hands.
“Uhm...” Ardan started and Sennobar’s head simply turned by 180 degree, facing him. “Are you... well... a demonlord?”
The white-skinned demon chuckled in amusement. “Why would you go about assuming that?”
“Well... you’re not weak... and we sort of exspected the demonlord to come here.” Ardan explained.
Sennobar nodded, which looked extremely strange, given his head was still at a right angle to his neck. “I’m a messenger of those demonlords you’re talking off. It’s custum for a new demonlord to appear in front of their council, to seek their approval. You don’t want to anger the others by simply ignoring them, do you?” the messenger asked, again turning his head by further 180 degrees, facing Ardan’s siblings again.
Cyra smiled lowly. “If this is an invitation which implies you will lead us there... why not?”