Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Asmodean Crystal~

A/N idk how you spell it, so yeah... This is just angst, gonna post the second part later.. HELP THIS IS SO AWKWARD

The surprise had been quite big once the Prince received the unexpected package, right from Ozzie's factory directly into his mailbox.

The Imp that held it up, alongside a few other letters of less importance, was confused by the wide eyes of his master. Yet he didn't say anything in hopes that not another misery would happen by the hand of his job. He's had enough of getting thrown out windows or being used as a squish toy for the royal Ars Goetia.

"Prince Stolas," he muttered as loud as his fear allowed. "I was told... this is a special delivery for you to open with care."

The Prince blinked out of trance, shaking his head slightly before nodding. "Yes..! Thank you." With that, he placed the post onto the table.

Without another exchange, the Imp quickly made his way through the door. Leaving the Prince all by himself, who continued to stare down the gift from Asmodeus. It's to his right considering the King at first refused doing him a favor, and if it's what he thought it would be, then something must've happened to change his mind.

He figured that speculation wasn't going to contribute. Therefore he decided to rip off the duck tape carefully. The package wasn't big either – probably the size of a school lunchbox he'd seen on the Internet before.

After he brushed some of the dirt away to clean the top, he flipped the cardboard open, and it's indeed what he assumed would lay inside. The Asmodean Crystal shone and glittered in all purple and pink colors, the one item he was asking for at his visit last week.

Of course it surprised him. How could it not? The fact that Asmodeus couldn't help out due to unknown history between his Partner Fizzarolli and Blitz made it impossible. Since, unlike Stolas, Asmodeus followed his moral compass with determination. Now that he thought about it, he felt his cheeks heat up in shame.

The owl ran his hand trough the soft feathers on his head. For a moment he felt a sting of pain roaming in his chest, even down into his lower stomach while staring at the Crystal. Now that he owned it, all he had to do was giving it to Blitz and their relationship would turn fundamentally different from here out on.

From the moment Blitz possessed the Crystal he wouldn't need Stolas anymore. And therefore staying in contact would be entirely his choice, the freedom he deserved since the beginning. Yet the Prince's hesitant.

The love dwelling inside his chest wasn't that easy to overpower. After all — if it would've been, he would have contacted Asmodeus a lot earlier.

Once he took a deep breath and grounded himself inside the dinning room, listening to the silence that surrounded his whole palace, he took the Crystal out of the box. It felt expensive and underneath rested a card placed with the name "Blitz" printed on it. The color caught his attention immediately.

Usually it would be in Ozzie's colors. Blue, purple or pink. However — this one was in a color of red that could be declared as neon already. He turned the card around, finding the official information on the back that's needed for him to legally use the Crystal at all times, whenever he desired to use it. Good thing Asmodeus remembered to put that in there.

Stolas' eyes shifted from the gift to the window in the further distance on the other side of the enormous room. Outside, the world wasn't visible thanks to the frosted glass, only mingling colors. He liked the pink when growing up. But he couldn't deny that red became his new favorite color after meeting with Blitz again. Ah, there, another sting in his chest.

There's no use, he told himself defeated. He would arrive at Blitz's office tomorrow morning as priority. He'd talk to him privately and give him the Crystal, take the book back and probably then leave the place for the last time. No matter how much he prayed in his heart that Blitz would offer him to meet regardless, that's such a low chance. Even he had to acknowledge that truth by now.

No matter how much it'll hurt, it's the best for the little Imp. He's able to carry out his business completely independently without a soul needed. Despite the heartache that that fact caused the Prince, he was still somewhat happy.

It would make Blitz happier. There's no reason for whinging now — he still got his daughter to focus on when she's over. And although it's not as often anymore, sadly, it always continued to be his biggest joy in life.

"Now then..." He spoke when pressing the Crystal against his chest, right above his heart. "Seems the next Full Moon is going to become your favorite, Blitz."