"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
[Welp so much for my idea of creating original eps. I know I'm mostly just writing for ME, but I got a comment on ao3 that kinda discouraged me from doing that. But I may do it later.
All of the pics in this ep are made by me.
Also there's a new OC, her name's Rosemary. Lunar may or may not have feelings for her 💕]
Starla and Stellan sit at a coffee shop, accompanied by Stellan's younger brother Andrealphus. The divorced couple sit together in hostile silence.
"Starla." The peacock-demon said.
"Stellan." The owl-demon said.
"Cunt."
"Cocksucker."
"Cocksucker?" He slammed his hands on the table and stood up as he screamed, "FUCKISH IMP SUCKER!"
"Aurgh!" Andrealphus smacked his forehead.
[A/N: I always thought Stellan said smth homophobic and that's why it had to be censored, but the transcript says it's just "cunt".
But I find it weird as fuck they were forced to censor that cuz I've heard "cunt" dropped on youtube MANY other times🤔]
Starla sipped her tea. "Why did you insist on meeting me here?" She demanded coolly.
A tiny imp pours tea for Starla. The woman looks at her phone that says 'Reminder: Deal @ Moddie's set'.
"Ahem." Andrealphus cleared his throat. "We wanted to properly discuss the terms of this divorce. I feel my darling brother deserves a bit more compensation. After all, you did cheat on the poor man. Surely you owe—"
"Andrealphus, cheating implies there was a betrayal." Starla pointed two fingers at Stellan. "This man never gave two shits about me or our very much arranged marriage. As far as I'm concerned, this divorce was far overdue."
"Up yours!" Stellan yelled, giving the middle finger.
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"You sound like a kindergartener who just learned how to swear." Starla informed him calmly.
"Stellannnn." Andrealphus smacked his forehead again. "For fuck's sake, stop making this harder to bullshit."
Just a second longer, just a second longer... Stellan thought before he heard the sound of horse's hooves thumping on the street. Okay, he's here.
A lasso came in and almost got Starla. She briefly shifted into her full eldritch form to dodge it. Striker came crashing through the window and posed on a table, wearing a poncho. Then he discarded his poncho and twirled a pair of angelic rifles.
"What the fuck?" Andrealphus said, summoning icy power into his talons.
Starla and Andrealphus were both ready to defend themselves, and so were most of the other demons in the coffee shop. The only one who was calmly sitting in his seat with his teacup in hand was Stellan. The peacock-demon turned his head, letting his face be halfway-visible from behind his long hair, and he was smirking.
