Black desert... this place has never been alive. Never meant to be alive...
The mountains of eternal fire surrounding nearby destroyed everything that wanted to live. There were never trees, never grass... but there used to be a village. And the great wind goddess Princess Iron Fan helped the village live, bringing cold vets and rain to keep life alive in the infernal scorcher... it was always hot here. Only when Princess Riron Fan waved her fan did the wind blow the kneeling inhabitants around...
But that was a long time ago... too long ago... now there was only dead desert... the village was destroyed the day the great Demon Bull King died.
And now, in the middle of the lifeless black ash desert, stood a great palace. A huge, iron, towering Chinese castle. Beside it, rivers of lava developed. It was too hot here.... too terrible... too lonely... It had been 500 years since people had last been here...
The heavy footsteps of the metal robots and the light footsteps of the few remaining demon maids could be heard in the castle.
But each of them stopped and bowed before the red figure...
Red Son walked quietly down the hall. He had been practicing in the workshop all week, never leaving it. His food was brought to him by his robots and maids. He was literally living on coffee. But now he finally decided to take a break.
And so he walks down the communal corridors of his palace. His footsteps muffled by soft red carpets. Every servant bowed before him, but Red Son paid no attention to them.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the throne room. He exhaled and opened the huge doors... he hadn't been here in so long...
Red Son saddly stepped inside. On the sides were columns decorated with red fines, and on the floor was the same red carpet.
His heart lodged in Red Son's throat as he slowly approached the throne. He used to kneel in front of that triplet when his father sat there When he towered over Red Son. But now, this was his rightful place... his throne. But his legs still shook and his hands sweated. The fear of his father is still there, even after his death. Red Son exhaled, then swallowed.
Here he is already standing right next to the throne. It's been empty... empty for 500 years. The old owner is gone, only the new is left. Red Son carefully sat down on the huge velvet throne. His mother's throne was also empty. Red Son placed his elbow on the arm of the throne, fisted his head on his fist and closed his eyes, listening to the silence of the castle.