""Woaaahhhh...!!""
Askari and Reken's eyes sparkle as they take in the sight of their very first throne room.
"Since when do we have a castle!?" Askari turned to his grandfather in bewilderment.
"We've always had one, little man. We just use it for business. Your grandma brought it over from home."
Reken climbs into Abaddon's throne and sits in it upside down."How come we don't live in this place??"
Zahara chuckles as she lifts her grandson by his shirt as she sits on the throne beside Abaddon's. "Well, there's nothing intimate about living in a castle. Don't you like living at home with all of our family right there for each other?"
Askari and Reken glance at each other.
"...We wanna live farther away from Uncle Satan."
"He farts a lot, and he calls our mommies mean names."
Zahara couldn't even say the boys were wrong for how they felt. Satan was famously difficult for most people to swallow. Nevermind children.
"How about this..."
