Jordan, the skanky demonic being in his humanoid form, flew with two of Kael’s sons beside him.

Kratos and Jeremiah, and all three of them were in their humanoid forms and had their limbs put together while flying.

Their bodies were engulfed by the power of the demonic energy coming from Jordan.

As they navigated their way across the Eastern Coverage of Hive Heaven and flew toward the massive Gap tear ahead, they engaged in a casual conversation about some important stuff.

"I’m afraid all my daughters have been given out for marriage. One of them even became a Lion Queen recently and I doubt any of you want to be consorts," Jordan said with a strange smile on his face as his red irises darted from left to right, observing the facial expressions.

Jeremiah and Kratos quickly shook their heads.

They had grown. Jeremiah’s green hair was shabby and scattered around his head, combining with the two antlers on his head to give him a very wild druid-like appearance.

His clothes were evidence that his fashion tastes varied greatly. His white and brown robe looked more like it was designed to hinder his movements while making him look good.

Wide sleeves, wide shoulder pads, wide ends, wide waist area. Meanwhile, Jeremiah wasn’t that big himself, despite being a little tall. This made the robe he was wearing look bigger than it already was.

Jeremiah put his arms together, hiding his palms inside his very wide sleeves in a sagely manner.

His brother, Kratos, who was flying on Jordan’s right side, looked better, but not too much.

Kratos’s hair had fallen to his waist,. resembling a bunch of hairy rodents hanging on his head. The mass of hair was thick and had sticky ends which actually complemented his overall aesthetic.

Kratos wore a simple unbuttoned sleeveless black leather jacket and baggy black trousers. Two light sandals adorned his feet and a pair of leather armlets covered his wrists.

"Of course not," Kratos said with a stern expression. Even now, he still uses the same template he always had as a child, always the serious one.

"Even if we wanted to become consorts, we can’t, our father would disown us," Jeremiah said with a funny smile on his face. Unlike Kratos, he did not seem like the type to be serious with anything at all, just going with the flow.

"No he wouldn’t," Jordan said as he shook his head with a daring light, "At most, he’ll be disappointed and cast you out of your clan but he wouldn’t disown you..."

"King Jordan, how do you know such a thing?" Kratos asked, squinting his eyes and glancing at Jordan’s face from the side.

He was rather curious about how Jordan could say such a thing as if he knew the All-King. Even if one were to spend a thousand years next to the All-King, they wouldn’t necessarily know much about him.

For Jordan to speak with such certainty, there had to be some source of confidence. Maybe a hidden knowledge.

"Oh," Jordan raised his eyebrow, "I don’t know, but I’m just being logical.

I mean, I wouldn’t disown my sons if they became consorts. Disappointed, yes, but definitely not disowning them.

My sons are my sons, no matter how troublesome or a retarded they can be."

"With all due respect, King Jordan," Jeremiah said while sighing and shifting his shoulders, "Our Father’s way of thinking is just very different from yours.

He may not disown us to you because you are not seeing things the way he sees them.

Our father lives and breathes to dominate and conquer. Everything from physical strength to reputation is calculated to give him a literal, political, technological, and physical advantage over everyone around him.

And the Ol’mytee clan plays a small role in holding up the reputation of the All-King. Small but still noticeable.

All of us, the sons of the All-King, may leave the clan one day to start our own. That’s not bad, Ozia did it and was even encouraged.

It’s just spreading the bloodline.

But for us to lower ourselves to become the direct consorts or playthings of another? That is preposterous.

It is not about being a consort, it’s about the position of being inferior."

Kratos explained it the way he saw it best. Usually, optics didn’t matter especially in the lion society where you were judged based on strength and status was based on might.

But in this case, there were peers. The Princes and Kings were more or less peers to each other. In the Lion society, the King was the highest status anyone could get for themselves, and anything beyond that was solely based on individual or clan power level.

In that case, reputation can indeed be something worth paying attention to. Just because someone had multiple streams of income didn’t mean they would treat one of them without care.

"Oh," Jordan nodded, but his red eyes showed that his thoughts were moving very fast and he had already comprehended what Kratos was trying to say.

Kratos saying that the All-King thought differently from Jordan was not wrong but it was also not right. Jordan was still a Supreme Level Immortal and he could very easily switch the perspectives of his mind to understand different topics better.

"In that case, the problem is not the All-King," Jordan said, "It’s time..."

Kratos frowned.

"What do you mean, King Jordan?" Jeremiah asked.

This was supposed to be a conversation about asking for some demonic lionesses to be their consorts. Now, they have deviated from the main topic.

"Time...," King Jordan doubled down. His black tail with a red furry end swished behind him.

"...If your Father had a lot of sons, do you think he would be worried too much about what one of them would become? Not that he is worried to that extent.

But there is a kind of freedom one gets as a parent when you have many children and there is a kind of peace you acquire when you are one of many children.

Sure, you wouldn’t be the favourite, but there would be certainty. Many would be allowed to fail because not all can fail.

A genetic safety net if that is what you want to call it. It is just impossible for every single child to fail at once. One of them will succeed.

History is filled with monarchs who solidified their political power by having many children or a large extended family. They didn’t care if one of their sons or daughters was trash because they had enough competent scions to take the reins.

You guys, the Sons of the All-King, are under scrutiny because there are just not many of you.

Barely fifty Princes in the whole Ol’mytee clans. Your Father is obsessed with the order of things and wants those roles to be filled with only his sons.

If not, other Kings would have employed uncles, cousins, brothers, grandchildren, and even lions from other Alliances or Coalitions would be sought after.

Hence, the issue is time. The All-King is young, his sons are younger. Yet, he has achieved so much that it is difficult for society to catch up.

Quite exciting, don’t you think?"

Kratos frowned. Neither he nor Jeremiah was thinking about ever becoming the consort of any lion queen.

But like Jordan said, with time, things would change. There would surely be that one son who would come along and do something like that.

But it didn’t matter, ’Simps cannot be kings...’ Kratos said to himself, squeezing his hand into a closed fist. His muscles bulged and it looked like he was ready to travel to the future to beat up that brother who would do such a thing.

He really didn’t like weakness of any kind. And being a simp was one of the greatest expressions of a weak mind to Kratos.

He adopted and embraced his father’s notion of weakness, learning from the records of Jin. One could say he was even more ruthless, just that he didn’t have the power to do much and was usually busy handling other things.

"Does this mean we can’t get Demonic Lionesses to join our prides? Our father has already made Anastasia his consort and it was announced..." Jeremiah blabbed.

Jordan’s face froze for a second, then he wore a difficult smile.

"You can find them, you just have to lower your standards a little. You both came to me so that I’ll introduce you to some demonic baddies eh?

Well, your Pride Synergy will be very powerful if you have a powerful lioness in your pride. Too bad, all the powerful ones have been taken.

Demonic Lionesses don’t waste time like that. You’ll have to look a little lower for the ones that are not that accomplished yet.

I’m sure you will be able to find some hidden gems...if you can handle them.

I’ll give you directions later, for now, I have...some work to do..."

Ending his sentence, a devious smile formed on Jordan’s lips as he flew ahead, leaving the two princes behind and flying into the great Gap tear in the Easter sky of the Hive Heaven.

There, the divines await...