│♛ 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 - 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖓 ♛│

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡- ♛ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 ♛

𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕟'𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 is spent performing his routine duties as the Prince Of Hell. Whilst Athena, on the other hand, is left to her thoughts within the immense living quarters.

She begins to play the piano. That white piece of furniture that takes up the majority of the front sitting room, finally put to good use. Her delicate fingers slide over the porcelain keys. The Moonlight Sonata movement 1 erupting from the grand instrument and cascading throughout the entire suit.

Caliban saunters into the dining area, closing the heavy wooden-door behind him quietly. He notices the sun going down outside of the picture windows. He watches her hands glide effortlessly over the piano in all directions , enjoying the beautiful music ringing into his ears.

He studies the way her petite body shifts with each note that she plays. Her eyelids close, and her ember mane falls down her arching back into large swirls of fire. She moves with the music.

Caliban pours himself a glass of grape wine and takes a seat on top of the piano, causing Athena to look up and take her hands off of the white keys.

"You're getting very good. But it sounds a bit sad. Years ago I tried to play, and I could never hold a tune."

A small chuckle escapes her lips, smirking up at him, she teases,

"Yeah, well, some of us are just more talented than others,"

His eyes light up and a smirk dances on his lips. He takes a large gulp of his wine.

They continue talking for a couple hours. Caliban tells Athena in detail about his plans to claim the throne as king. How Lucifer is weak and does not have any children to take over. He has been getting all the required signatures for a while now.

Athena fully supports this decision, and tells him all the naughty things she'll do to him if he does get the throne.

She tells him all about her life on Earth. Her family, the academy, and everything in between. He is fascinated by it all. She is the novel that he's dying to read more of. Whilst taking small sips from his golden chalice, he proceeds to share a few of his childhood stories with her. The crackling of the wood from the fireplace beside them lingers in the background.

•••

He hops down off of the grand piano, smoothing out his fabrics. He sets his wine glass down, and strolls towards Athena.

"I have to get back to work now, but there is a formal gathering happening later this evening if you wish to attend. There will be dinner, dancing, and music. It's your chance to meet some of the other Pandemonium demons, and finally announce your enchanting presence." he tells her, softly kissing below her ear.

"Of course I'll be there." she turns around to face him, narrowing her eyes. She pokes her index finger on his chest assertively. "But we are not going as each other's dates, got it?"

He smiles down at her. "It starts at 9 o'clock sharp. Down at the bottom of the east-wing staircase, the common grand dining hall."

"Ok,"

She caresses his soft cheek, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. Running her fingers throughout his blonde mane. She pulls away a few moments later, leaving him breathless and his hair disheveled.

She gets up off of the velvet piano bench, and struts towards the bathroom. Gripping onto the wooden doorframe, she looks back over her shoulder at him, making direct eye contact,

"See you then"

•••

She spends the next little while freshening up for tonight's event. She wants to get everyone's attention. She wants to get his attention.

She curls her locks, and applies a fair amount of makeup to highlight her best features.

She paints her nails blood red, and slips on a long, silk dress to match. The gathering is now in full swing, and Athena is fashionably late, as always.

She gets up off of the vanity stool and goes to the full-length mirror to ensure everything is perfect. She looks dazzling in her gown. The large slits in her dress reveal her upper thighs with each step forward.

She slips on her Jimmy Choo black heels, and closes the door to the suit. She confidently struts down the long hallway, heading for the staircase ahead.

The hallway is dimly lit, with various sconces spaced out along the grey-brick walls. The sound of classical music and muffled voices reverberating into the narrow passageway.

As she descends down the staircase, numerous eyes fixate on her delicate form. Curiosity, jealousy, or lust. Whispers amongst the curious demons ensue. But she pays no attention at first because all she can feel are Caliban's eyes burning into her core from the other side of the room.

He stumbles through the crowd and meets her at the bottom of the steps, taking ahold of her small hand and kissing it softly. "Well, hello there gorgeous.."