Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Royal Purple

The Goetia were a proud race of avian demons. The high elites ruled over everything without caring about their subordinates' well-being. Astaroth Jerome was a duke and the only son of an elite. But he wasn't anything like them. He hated their arrogant and egotistical attitudes. They thought they were hot shit. They thought about themselves. They were a pain in the ass. When Astaroth learned what his parents and associates were like, he was done. It made him sick. But he wasn't old enough to do anything. He didn't have a voice when it came to the kind of decisions they made. For now, Astaroth had to play along. He had to learn how they operated and find weaknesses to exploit. But he vowed to change things—someday.

Astaroth spent much time among the peasants (as his parents called them). He loved exploring new places. But it was hard to talk to anyone. His kind didn't have the best reputation among the commoners. So, he usually used magic to disguise himself. Today, he came across an Italian restaurant name Hell Garden. Curious, he walked in and asked for a seat. As he looked at the menu, a beautiful and fiery young woman came out of the kitchen to talk to a server. She was beautiful. And super-hot. But that didn't capture his attention. She was a Goetia. A Goetia working for someone lesser than them? Astraroth was hooked.

Astaroth hung around Hell Garden until the woman walked out and headed for her car. He stopped her as she was looking for her keys and introduced himself, and thanked her for providing an excellent meal. A bit cautious, she kept her distance. But she didn't sense anything malicious. So, she returned the introduction and thanked him for coming to eat. Her name was Lavia. Astaroth couldn't help but stare again. Then he found himself asking her out. Fire spread quickly. And Lavia didn't like wasting time. She agreed. But there was one thing. Astaroth dropped the disguise and explained himself. Now she was really interested in dating him.