[Sarah]

Did Hell have holidays? Yes, absolutely. Were they the same as Evelon holidays? Not really. Uniquely, as Demons were the ‘bad’ of the world, many of the holidays celebrated in hell were in mockery of the holidays celebrated ‘above ground’. They had their own holidays of course, any of which aligning with Evelon holidays being mere coincidence. Feasts and celebration for the changing of the seasons. Feasts and celebration for certain wars won or important people lost.

[Sarah]

For beings damned to eternal torture and misery they rejoiced and partied more often than they didn’t. The merriment was their way of spitting in the face of their fates. Demons were ridiculed and feared and hated. They were seen as all the horrors of the world when really, they were misunderstood.

[Sarah]

Maybe they liked to sow chaos. Maybe they reveled in the worst traits a sentient creature could have. Maybe most of them were unstable psychopathic killers. What people got wrong was that they were created this way, as a reflection on the evils of man. Classic man, making everything about them. Demons were their own species, just as old and powerful as the Seraphim.

[Sarah]

It was a wonder the Seraphim and Demons fought when they could just wipe out man kind and finally recognize their mutual interests and individuality. Misunderstandings were beside the point – or they were the point – regardless there was celebration to be had in Hell. Unique to Hell in how innocent it was.

[Sarah]

Childish games and delight. Simple things in a simple time. No Demon was a child, none had innocence, yet this holiday was not purely about getting into an altered state of mind and participating in as many orgies as possible. No, this holiday was a game, a contest to those that could not admit to fun.

[Sarah]

The royal family had hosted it every year since they’d risen to power, and before that the most ancient Demons put it on. It was a surprisingly involved and humble act for the most powerful creatures in the realm. Nonetheless the three sons had returned from Evelon to hide the eggs all across the realm.

[Sarah]

Relic, and Oreon worked out from the Ruby Castle. Sevastion and his generals had even been seen hiding eggs around volatile cities and far outlying towns. No one was denied in the egg hunt, even if their loyalties with the crown were less than ideal. Some eggs were hidden carelessly, among the vast rocky plains in between cities and nowhere. Some were hidden in the deepest recesses of caverns, or in the tallest peaks of mountain touching the red rock sky of the realm.

[Sarah]

No place was spared an egg. The eggs were nothing special, and certainly held no life. They were hollow glittering things. Prizes in themselves for their beauty. Should any Demon be allowed on Evelon they might even catch a pretty penny for the egg-shaped pretties. The royal siblings knew little of the populace – it was their right- so they did not know of the trading and collecting that went on among their own kind.

[Sarah]

They had no need for the pretty little things. They did this chore for the benefit of the kingdom. All holidays brought the populace closer together, but this egg hunt was somehow unifying. They might stick around at behest of the queen and share a family meal. They might mingle with the ancients or be challenged in the streets, but as soon as they could they were gone again. Each more important that the other with more trying times and imperative missions for the crown.

[Sarah]

There was for a small time a feeling of familiarity between the royals and the populace. They were all held hostage under the queen’s iron fist, but in the fleeting moments of preparation and hunting they were free. Truly it was the only time when they were both themselves and not themselves. Their natures were said to be of chaos, but in this hunt, they were only tolerated rivals.