Galaxies Apart

Chapter 1: House of Asmodeus

(T.W.: Depression, mentions of ab*se and self harm)

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The voice of Asmodeus was echoing through his dark office, where he's been spending all night, but this time it wasn't to share passionate, loving moments with his dear jester, Fizzarolli... No, this time, he spend his night trying to help a friend, a poor man who fell into the depths of desperation, a man he was worried about, a man with prestige and status, just like him, but... At the end of the day, when he was stripped down of his royal clothes, he was a lost soul like all of them. He couldn't blame him, the way his love life looked like... He pitied him, even... But this...? This was unlike him at all. "You know that if you're doing this, nothing will ever be as it was. And you know it, too, don't you, old friend?" The dark and feared man said, concern showing in his gaze when it fell on his feathered friend.

"I know, Asmodeous... But I don't care anymore. It... It hurts too much... I just... I want to forget... I want to find an escape. I'm not looking for love anymore, I've long came to terms with the fact that I'll very likely never experience it fully and truthfully... But you've always said lust can be just as good. So if that's what it takes... I'll do it." The man across the sin of Lust said, his head held high and his voice fading, as if life was slowly draining out of him. He looked worn. He looked tired. He looked as if his entire dignity has already been stripped away from him and he had absolutely nothing to lose whatsoever. And it was true...

Stolas, the Prince of Goetia, once so dignified and majestic, was pleading with his old friend to take away his pain, to let him feel something other than spiritual and emotional torment... Anything, he didn't care... He... He loved his dear imp, so much so that he was no longer going to push him or try to convince him to love him... He got the message already. But he had no idea what else he could do with his feelings. Other than destroy himself to the point where he doesn't feel anything anymore. It was the only option he had left. His family was broken, his reputation destroyed, his heart crashed and burned, stomped on by his first friend and first love in ways that he couldn't ever imagine. But he'd let him do that again... if it meant they could just be together... His mind was always with his dear, sweet Blitzy, the one man who will ever own his heart... And now without a heart... What was really to do? He couldn't give it to someone else since it was taken away from him...

"Please, Asmodeus... Let me do this... I have nothing left to lose, and if I do, I'm alright with it. I could lose everything if it meant I could somehow find some sort of comfort..." Stolas said, and his friend frowned with what seemed like doubt in his eyes. But he couldn't stop a grown adult from taking his own decisions, as much as he knew this wasn't like his friend at all. But then again... people would do very uncanny things when they're in pain... He'll need to make his own mistakes to convince himself.

The lustful demon sighed before he replied towards his friend. "Very well..." He said, getting up from his chair, the moonlight illuminating the room as he walked towards the door, urging his friend to walk towards the door as well. "Let's go, then. I can't stop you. But... please, be careful..." Ozzie said, genuine concern within his voice.

Truth be told, he's known Stolas for a long time, and he was never truly interested in lust or pleasure of such kind. He was always submerged into a sea of books, of knowledge, of elegance. He was always caught reading, losing himself into the words written on paper, in ways no one could truly describe. It was almost out of this world, how you could see him live out whatever he was reading by just watching his expressions as he did so. And now... That imp brought out a side of him no one ever knew Stolas had or could have. Not in a bad way, because pleasure should be for everyone, there was nothing wrong in enjoying the company of the one you love... But when that love isn't reciprocated, it becomes complicated. People get hurt, they end up in situations they can never go back from... Saying words they can never take back... And it only made sense that Stolas loved Blitzø, he's more of a hopeless romantic, more than he could really admit outloud. Because if he did, everything would become too real... Asmodeus knew how he felt, however... This was clearly not the solution and it wasn't, well... Stolas...