Osir chuckles.
"Osir Iluna, at your service," they say with a flourishing bow. "Current patriarch of the Iluna Family."
They straighten, and the demon lord would know that Osir had narrowed their eyes just by the way the atmosphere of the room changed.
"I'm sure you understand what that means, especially considering what I'm sure you know of my late parents, my race and myself."
He nods. "I do. I've done some research. It is a pleasure to meet you." He smiles. In all honesty, Geo just looked like a tired dad. Not much of a king.
Osir chuckles.
"Not even fazed, I see. As is to be expected of the one who corralled the Underworld," they say. "I look forward to learning more about you."
He chuckles. "I did it with the help of my family. I couldn't have done if without them." He smiles. "And no…im not fazed at all. Im close friends with a creator god…so I see a lot."
Osir nods thoughtfully.
"Fair enough, Geo," they reply mirthfully.
Geo grins. "Ah. Thank you. Finally someone calls me by my name!" He chuckles.
Abby sighs.
Osir grins back. "Well, it's only natural. You may be king, but I'm sure given enough time I could exceed your limits. Besides, I consider Abby and her family to be friends anyways, even if I don't know many of you."
Abby glares at her. "Its Abigail."
Geo signs and rubs his daughters back.
Osir waves a nonchalant hand.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say sweetheart."
Abby narrows het eyes.
Geo frowns and looks at Abby. "Angel…"
"What? Going to hit me?" Osir teases.
"Maybe. We'll see."
Geo frowns deeply. "Abigail."
Osir spreads their arms and grins beneath their mask.
"Go ahead. I'll even let you hit me in the face, Abby," they say slyly.
Abby steps forward, but was held by Geo. "Abigail. Shhh…calm down."
Abby scowls. "Get out. I'm not helping an asshole!"
Gel frowns deeply.
Osir tilts their head.
"Technically, I don't even need you. You may be the queen but it's the council that makes decisions now, isn't it? You can just cast your vote against helping me. Besides, I'm already here, and they've made time. What good would it be to waste it? Especially considering these little fights could escalate into an all out war here in the Underworld. Do you want to be held responsible just because you're getting pissed at someone who's a bit of a nuisance?" they counter.
"Hell, if you deny me this I could eve start pitching in and causing more chaos due to a feeling that even our new government won't help. And you know full well the things I am capable of, the both of you," Osir adds, their voice now entirely different from its usual bantering tones.
Abby glares at them, then storms out, murmering, "this is why I stopped trusting people."
Geo sighs, rubbing his forehead.
Osir sighs.
"God, she's a bit frustrating. Every single thing seems to be a challenge or an insult. And then when I call her on it, she storms off," they mutter.
Geo nods. "She's just…struggling." He mutters. "And probably confused."
"It seems like more than confusion, Geo," Osir says seriously. "I am serious, she's changed."
He nods, "I know…" He sighs, "And it seems like everyone has gotten more and more sad since…she used to be so sweet and loving…" He murmurs sadly.
"So I've heard. . . but I'm not seeing it, Geo. I'll keep an eye on her, alright?" Osir sighs.
He nods. "Thank you…every time I try to talk to her she just avoids the subject…"
"Yeah, same here. But I'll get it out of her, eventually. Even if I go insane doing so, you'll get an answer," Osir swears.
Geo smiles softly, then sighs. "Well. Lets get this over with, shall we?"
Osir nods.
"Indeed," they reply.
They pause after a couple steps.
"Geo, if they provoke me, I apologize for the consequences. Though if asked, I will remove my mask," they say quietly.