2 weeks after Princess Charlie Morningstar and her friends and family rebuilt her Hotel, she and an unusual group consisting of Overlords, Imps and Succubi, are invited to the trial of the High Seraphim by Lucifer's siblings: The Archangels of Heave...
50-odd years ago, on what appears to be a research center in space, a human professor was checking the vitals of someone layed out on an infirmary bed. Surprisingly, it was a large Avian creature, not unlike Stolas, with an upper face looking like an opera mask, and a shadowy mist-like lower body. This was Stolas' father, King Paimon of the Ars Goetia.
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???: So you say that you were attacked from a group of rogue angels, correct
Paimon: *bitterly* Unfortunately.
???: Hmm. It appears that you have lost a substantial amount of blood in the ambush, and while it's slowly regenerating, you still need a transfusion.
Paimon: And how the fuck is that supposed to happen? I am of the highest Goetia, no common Imp or human blood could assist in my recovery.
???: Thankfully, there may be a solution. You see, I made a Faustian deal with a certain alien warlord, and with his blood infused into my latest project, it may be just the thing we are looking for.
Paimon: *raises eyebrow* And just what is this project?
???: Project Shadow. To create the Ultimate Lifeform.
Paimon: *smirks* Ultimate Lifeform, you say? Well, you seem to know what you're doing, and I can't see any other options at the moment. Let's give it a try then, Professor...?
???: Robotnik. Gerald Robotnik.
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In the present day, Stolas wakes up in a mountain of horse plushies, much to his surprise. The camera pans around the apartment showing various horse themed objects, even a horse show on TV. His viewpoint leads to Blitz, who is in the kitchen making breakfast.
Blitz: Well, good morning there, Prince Sleeps-A-Lot! *chuckles* D'you sleep well, big bird?
