ONGOING REVAMP VERSION: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388752424?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=UnknownDreamsOfLife
(Genderbent Helluva Boss Harem x Priest Male Reader)
"For I know the plans I hav...
(Anyways, we finally reached Season Two! And if you feel like book was late to publish, that's because I was working on a different book, and quickly alternating each 1000 words I write!)
(Anyways, onto the next season!)
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Long time ago at the Goetia Household...
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We see a young owlet, sleeping somberly as she hugs a stuffed animal. She wakes up slowly, smacking her lips. Her eyes widened, after realizing something is happening today.
"My birthday, my birthday! It's my birthday!" She exclaimed, leaping off the bed and heads to the dressing room, while a small imp butler comes to follow.
"Yaaaay! Birthday, birthday! WOOHOO! Birthday tiiiiime!" She cheered, while the butler applies hair gel onto the princess.
"Calm yourself, young princess. You know excitement is unbecoming of a Goetia." The butler says, the young princess calming down.
"Oh, Right!" The princess says, taking a deep breath as the butler gets her outfit ready.
"But, Father told me, today is the day, I am old enough to know my purpose and responsibility!" She says, eyes sparkling while the butler places a crown on her.
"Of course. I'm sure it will be wonderful." The butler says, leading the way for the princess to the doors of the King of the Ars Goetia.
They walk down the hall, until they reach the large doors of the throne room, revealing a shapeshifting monster, only to quickly transform into a humanoid owl.
[-:-] Paimon, The King of Ars Goetia [-:-]
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"Ahhhh! There is my little, uh..." Paimon leaned into the butler, whispering something.
"Which one is this? There's so fucking many." Paimon whispered to the small imp.
"Stola, your highness." The butler replied, Paimon returning back to her daughter.
"Stola! Yes! Ha! Right, right! That's the one! The owl girl." Paimon chuckled, walking towards the young princess and leans in.
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