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It was night in hell, and the only source of light came from the stars, glowing like beacons up in the sky. Well okay, that, and of course the party lights and faint music that was echoing up from the big event, currently held downstairs in the Goetia Mansion. Royal fuckers and privileged rich bitches everywhere, getting drunk and bitching all about each other. But the party wasn't the reason he was here tonight, absolutely not. Instead it served as a perfect distraction, Blitzo mused, as he climbed up the vines to the giant fancy balcony. 

IMP Business was total shit at the moment, so the Boss had taken it upon himself to acquire some means to bring his company to the top of the bunch. All it would take was one little book, which, according to his information, was just past this posh bolsterus balcony. 

With a huff, Blitzo hoisted himself over the last obstacle, the fancy golden rimmed railing.  Damn, this was one big ass balcony! It certainly fit with the rest of this ridiculous posh mansion. As the imp looked for a possible entrance, he noticed a colorful glass stained door, standing a few inches ajar. Perfect, he wouldn't even have to pick the lock. 

After making sure no one was around to see him, Blitzo sneaked inside on his tiptoes. 

He was now standing in a huge master bedroom, surrounded with grey walls, a fancy four poster bed and an awful lot of bookshelves. Geez, there were also portraits of the royal fucker who lived here hanging everywhere, what an egomanic jerk. Like, who would hang up posters of themself everywhere? Blitzo would never do that!

The imp let his yellow glowing eyes absorb the room, looking for the desired prize. If his source was correct, It had to be a blue book with golden imprints, quite a large one with the Sigil of-

"Aha! There you are" Blitzo exclaimed, and went over to the plum sofa where he'd spotted the piece of literature. Quickly, he flipped it open to confirm he'd found the right one, and sure enough, that fancy golden covered thing had all the portal stuff he'd need. It also contained  lots of runes and other stuff he didn't understand right now, but there would be enough time to figure that out later.

"Jackpot!" The imp cheered, and grabbed his precious loot.

The victorious moment was cut short however, as he heard faint steps fastly approaching. Immediately, holding onto the book, Blitzo sprinted outside back onto the balcony.

He was just in time, because the fancy double doors to the bedroom slowly opened.

"Shit!" the Boss cursed, and jumped over the railing of the big balcony to avoid getting spotted. However, in his haze to escape he had misjudged his position, and the climbing vines were out of reach. 

Fuck, now he'd have to wait and hold still, and hope that whoever had just walked in didn't notice him.

Meanwhile, entering the bedroom, Stolas sighed deeply and wafted his hand through his feathers. At Stella's insistence, he'd joined today's big celebration of the annual Krampus Night, but really he couldn't care less. 

Socializing with most of the demons downstairs equated to torture, a necessary part of his royal heritage that the owl despised. Instead of playing pretend with his wife, he'd rather have used the time to tend to his plants and studies, or perhaps watch a movie with Octavia. 

He could really use a smoke right about now. The Prince took his favorite opera cigarette holder, filing it in with a homegrown blunt. While lighting the tobacco up with a flick of magic, he stepped outside onto the balcony. 

The owl leaned onto the railing, blowing out blue galaxy smoke and pondering whether or not he should head back down to the celebration. Ugh, anything but that. 

Staying and enjoying the cool night air, Stolas looked up to gaze at one of his favorite constellations, the Aries. Deducing that it resembled a rams horns, the humans on earth had named it accordingly. Oh those silly little mortals. 

The Sky was clear and calm today, and the beautiful view was unobstructed. Admiring the sight, Prince Stolas blew out another smoke, suppressing a yawn. 

As the smoke slowly drifted downwards, there was a small cough. 

Wait, what?

Stolas bent his head down in an unnatural angle to locate the source of the noise. There, standing beneath him on the slim edge on the outside of the balcony railing, was an imp looking up to him with big yellow glowing eyes.

"Oh, Hello!" The surprised Prince greeted the smaller demon, and promptly picked him up by his tail, lifting him up with ease until they were face to face.

The imp with vitiligo nervously chewed on his lips, grasping the grimoire of worlds to his chest in a death grip. 

As the Prince realized what book the other was holding, he grew angry. This thief had tried to steal one of the most powerful artifacts existing in hell, one that was extremely important for his job! And had almost gotten away with it!

It would have been less bad had it been some priceless jewelry, heck, even the crown. Stolas could feel the rage flaring up inside, a magic red glow now beginning to dangerously swirl around the Prince. 

The imp gulped at the threatening power display.

"Shit, hey, I know what this looks like, but I'm not trying to steal this stupid book, just wanted to borrow it for a bit. Promise!" he started to ramble, visibly nervous under the four red glowing eyes staring intensely at him. 

These words made Stolas stop dead in his tracks. The red aura around him completely vanished, in the blink of an eye.

Dumbly and standing there completely frozen, the Prince just stared at the imp dangling in front of him. In the far distance, a car crashed and a cat yelled, but after that everything was quiet. The two remained in this position for quite some time, Stolas just staring with wide eyes.

"Uhhh so you're gonna put me back down or what?" The imp asked after a while, the fear in his face now replaced with mild annoyance.

Silently, the royal owl heeded the request, placing the small demon back onto the marble of the balcony floor.

"Okay, great." The imp stated, glad to be back on his own two feet. "Soooooo can I have it?" He asked, eyebrows raised and carelessly shaking around the priceless book with one gloved hand.

Before answering, the Owl took a deep drawn out breath. 

"You may borrow it for a short time, under one condition" the Prince stated slowly.

"Alright, what's the catch?" the imp inquired, looking up to the tall bird.

"Join me tonight" Stolas said, turning around and beckoning with his hand for the imp to follow him back into his chamber. "The party has been awfully boring, and I could do with some interesting company for once" he requested as he held open one of the stained glass doors. 

After a moment or two of consideration, the imp stalked past the prince, back into the posh bedroom, still holding onto the book.

Smiling, the bird stepped in after him "So, tell me your name" the Prince asked, while closing the balcony doors.

"Blitzo, but the o is silent" the imp bursted out, before taking in a sharp breath, immediately regretting his words. He'd just done the mistake of telling that stupid owl prince his actual name.

"That's a very unusual name" the prince stated, clasping off his cape and carelessly tossing it onto the plum couch. "Enlighten me, Blitzo" he inquired "What exactly do you need my grimoire for?" 

"Your what now, bird guy?“ the imp questioned, before his yellow eyes went down to the fancy book still in his grasp. "Oh, ya mean this thing" he realized.

Blitzo hesitated to answer for a bit, but ah what the hell, the privileged bastard already knew his name anyways. "I have an assassination company, IMP. We want to extend our services to the living world. Already got our slogan picked out," he told the owl with confidence, pushing out his chest. 

Then he put aside the grimoire and began to sing:

" We do our jobs so we'll because we come straight up from hell! " The imp even danced enthusiastically to the jingle, as if he was actually doing an advertisement right now.

Oh, Stolas thought, so this imp wanted to do assassinations in the mortal realm? He could actually make use of that. How fitting. "Quite the fascinating business model, I would be interested in that aspect myself, actually" he announced to the smaller demon.

"Could make a discount for ya since we'll be using your book" the imp winked at him and teasingly leaned forward into the owl's personal space. 

Stolas had to laugh at the imps' audacity, but felt a little flushed at the same time. This bold, carefree demeanor really stirred something awake in him that the prince had long thought dead. 

Blitzo was still grinning smugly at him, showing off his sharp teeth, one hand stemmed to his hips, flicking around his spiked tail. Simply oozing smug confidence.

Satan, Since when were imps this fucking hot? Was this damn sexy smirk even allowed?

"So, Blitzy" the owl stated, now leaning down towards the imp so they were on eye level. "I wonder, besides assassination, do you perhaps have other..." he propped up the other's chin with a single black finger "...talents?“ he whispered seductively.

Catching the owl's intention, The imp lowered his eyelids reducing the yellow light from his eyes to a dim glow. "Let's just say I can do a lot of things " he confirmed, wiggling his eyebrows eagerly. "Whatever you're up for, bird mouth!" He added with a smirk, almost as if it was a challenge.

A pleasurable shiver ran down Stolas' spine. "Oh how delightful" he rejoiced, as he promptly picked up the imp, who yelped in surprise, and carried him over to the bed.

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They were basking in the afterglow, feathers spread around them, as well as pillows and sheets destroyed by claw marks, reminders of their long and passionate encounter tonight. 

Stolas was mulling around a bit, very tuckered out but also immensely satisfied and filled with bliss. He was gliding his fingers along the arm of the imp, who was lying next to him, still a little breathless after their last tumble. The prince's black digits made their way up the imps' rough red skin, and then the white skin, which was no longer covered by a glove. He slowed down as he went over the words engraved on Blitzy's wrist, which almost looked like a tattoo, black on white, a stark contrast.

“The fuck you're so interested in my hands?“ Blitzo complained, yanking his appendage away from the owls' prodding fingers. 

"Ah, nothing" the prince murmured, but it was a big fat lie. He had been inspecting the " Oh, Hello " on the imps wrist. It stood there, written in Stolas very own fancy cursive handwriting. 

In comparison, the messy scribble of words on Stolas skin wasn't really visible to anyone, hidden away underneath the small black feathers on the owl's wrist. But they did match exactly to what Blitzy had nervously sputtered at him after being caught earlier tonight.

This small bold imp was his soulmate. Not another goetic demon, not a sinner, but this small wicked thief. How fascinating. Stolas had thought he'd never run into his destined, since there were so many beings in hell. Statistically, most people actually never met their soulmate. 

Alas, here was his now, a snarky little imp who made his blood boil in lust and could simply make him forget about everything else. Oh, the Prince couldn't have asked for a better fit.

Stolas had a big smile on his face, slowly drifting away into a peaceful slumber.