During a rainy night, the prince of the Goetia, Stolas, was doing a casual stroll until he came upon a box. Curious, he opened it to find a baby imp, abandoned by its mother and father. Taking pity on the poor thing, Stolas made the decision to take...
[A/n: Yooo! It's me, the man himself Baryan. Ya know I was just searching through Wattpad, looking for something to read, and guess at what I just found out?
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Hahah! That's right! Ya boy has gotten Top 10 in the U.S baby! I'm so geeked right now! By the time you're reading, it probably won't be up there anymore,but I just wanna say this is really all thanks to you guys, honestly.
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Inside the Ars Goetia mansion, a sigh of contentment from Stolas is heard. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigarette on Stolas' bed as he folds his arms behind his head.
Stolas: *arms tied up* I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.
Stolas is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.
Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...
He uses the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigar from him and takes a long drag of it.
Blitzo: But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll.
Stolas: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself.
Stolas puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves him away.
Stolas: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals.
Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.
Blitzo: Wrath, huh? Moxxie and Millie are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.
Stolas: *sits up* Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...
Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch.
Stolas: ...special access~ *chuckles
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