𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓?

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Stolas took his pen, clicking it as he began to write down on the letter he set his eyes on. The letter had to be perfect, since it was a letter being sent to Lucifer himself.

' Oh! It was an honor to be invited to the overlord gathering, king Lucifer. I am delighted to be invited by you, and I will- '

Stolas stops for a moment, thinking of any other more fancier words than 'promise'. He places a finger on his chin, before he proceeds.

' Oh! It was an honor to be invited to the overlord gathering, king Lucifer. I am delighted to be invited by you, and I guarantee that I will propose more food to be enjoyed by everybody.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Yours truly, Stolas Goetia.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 09 | 08 '

Stolas sighs before holding the letter and reading over it for the 6th time, rubbing his eyes to make sure there weren't any misspelled. "Is it too short of a response to his letter?" Stolas asks himself before shaking his head. He stood up and gently folds the letter, grabbing the red envelope to put in the letter before using some tape to close it before handing it over to his servant. "Bring it to the postal worker, tell him to avoid damaging the letter for it is to be sent to king Lucifer." He orders as the servant immediately leaves to do as what he was told.

In a few more rooms next to his, his daughter Octavia sat on a chair listening to music with her earphones on. She stands up and makes her way outside of the room to eat breakfast, Stella, the mother of Octavia and the ex-wife of Stolas, was downstairs sitting on the table. The servants place the food on the table, as the goetian prince and his daughter is making their way down the dining area, sitting down. Stolas was at the end of the table, and so was Stella. They both glared at eachother for a moment, before Stella decides to speak. "So, how are you doing? Still trying to mess with that pathetic imp?" Stella asked, as Stolas feels this hatred towards the person at the end of the table.

"He saved my life, now keep his name out of your mouth or be out of this house. I've already made an exception that I will let you be in this palace. So if you say one more word out of your filth, I will not hesitate to kick you out." Stolas spoke, as Stella went silent for a moment, before she proceeded to eat. Octavia lifts up the volume of her music to block out the sounds of her parents arguing, as she eats her food. Octavia had already been used to them fighting, ever since she was little. But turning into a teenager really made her look at things differently, or more-so, started giving less of a shit.

Stella looks at Stolas, squinting her eyes at him before standing up. "I'm done feasting." She spoke, as the servants immediately took her empty plate and puts it in the sink as Stolas just watches his ex-wife walking away to do whatever. He was tired of her, and he's pondering why he had even let her in his humble home. He sighs and finishes his food with his daughter who was way too distracted with the music she was listening to through her earphones to even strike up a conversation with her.

After breakfast, Stolas is making his way to his room. He sits down on his chair and hears his phone ringing, he jolted up and immediately rushed to go grab the phone, immediately picking it up and putting it against his ear. "Hello?" He called out, "Uhm, yes. Stolas I need your help on something-" And the voice seemed very familiar, it was definently Blitzo. His eyebrows raised, and his gaze softened. "But before anything, I wanna know how you're doing. Its been a few days after being discharged from the hospital." Blitzo reassured, as Stolas clears his throat before he spoke. "Uhm- Yes! I've been alright.. Just a few chest pains here and there but they aren't frequent. But thank you for asking. What is it that you need my help for?" Stolas asks.