Dras Ishay, his neatly tied back white hair bobbing slightly, gave a great sigh as he made his way down the stairs of the castle. It seemed that every morning since he had sent out those invitations he'd been summoned to the People's Assembly to argue with the elected officials. Those backwards windbags never were the types to enjoy change, and it had only been with the support of the religious majority in the body that he'd avoided any legal repercussions. Some days it was good to be the child of the demon king, and recently he'd had a lot of those days.
"Col-ri why is it that some people live in mortal fear?" He asked the old man walking beside him, who was his most trusted advisor
"I don't know your majesty. Perhaps they have become so accustomed to the doldrums our empire has suffered under for the past thousand years that any risk seems unreasonable" The old man mused, offering a smile to the stressed monarch
Ishay sighed frustrated "Yes but those doldrums have come at the expense of our economy. We've stagnated because everyone already has everything they need, and with a growing population we need economic growth or everyone's level of living will end up going down. It would be one thing if our population was stagnant too, but our fertility rate is still above 2."
Col-ri nodded aimlessly, not really listening since he'd heard this rant more than a dozen times in the past few months. "Well your majesty there are worse problems to have than a country full of well fed and comfortably living people."
The demon king cracked a smile "I guess that you're right. But even still I better get at least one world leader willing to come to the meeting, or it'll be my successor that has to try this again."
He stopped and looked at his adviser, his crimson eyes glimmering from the strong emotions he was controlling.
The old man put his hands on the ruler's shoulders and said "You shall not fail Ishay. The great and glorious king of hell hand picked you to rule this country for a reason, even if this meeting doesn't work out you will succeed in the end. Your legacy will be remembered."
Dras Ishay smiled in reply, somehow the old man always knew what was really bothering him.