Creative Writing: Oedipus The King

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He and behemoth took their seats as the far side of the large, royal family table, sitting away from the others. They weren't the last to breakfast, egyn hadn't arrived yet, and neither had Asriel, but that wasn't a big deal, those two always slept in, besides, it wasn't as if coming to breakfast was mandatory. No one cared. Iblis as always was full of energy, even in the morning and he contributed the most to the buzz of activity at the other end of the table, regaling his annoyed brother's with obviously made up tales of heroics and great feats.

Lucifer, bored of Iblis' antics got up to get what Amaimon assumed were his second helpings of breakfast, but could have easily have been his thirds or even fourths, the light King had always been …show more content…

He passed the earth King on the way back to his seat and jabbed him in the shoulder hard with his fork "hey, no familiars at the table, father's rule," he growled, causing all the others to laugh from the head of the table. Each one snickering at him. Amaimon frowned, but said nothing since it would most certainly be beyond foolish to do so. He reached a hand up and massaged his shoulder where it was now sore, keeping his eyes lowered as he felt tears well up and his appetite leave in an instant. Behemoth gave a sad warble before picking up his plate and scooting off his seat, sitting in the floor with his food next to the small King. In all honesty Amaimon probably would have gotten up to leave then and there had he not heard the distinct, deliberate, commanding footsteps of his father entering the dining …show more content…

Eating wasn't really an option now and the fork in his hand clattered to the table, banging against his plate. A flurry of laughter rose up from the others, each and everyone of them snickering at him. Tears welled up in the earth king's eyes and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying not to let the tears spill down his cheeks. Shoulders shaking, the earth King focused hard on his plate, so hard that he didn't notice satan standing from the table and walking over to

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