Stolas walked through the icy courtyard of his former mansion, frozen and redecorated by Andrealphus. He approached the staircase to the front door of the manor, only for a large block of sharp ice to erupt in front of him, blocking his path. Stolas yelps in surprise, sliding down the icy pathway to the bottom of the staircases, rubbing his head. “Ughh…fucking ice queen how extra can you get…” He rolled his eyes, then perked up as the mocking, flamboyant voice of Andrealphus cut through the chilly air.

“Oh~ this is just sad, Stolas.” He said, walking closer with a smirk across his beak. Stolas stood up, speaking in a low tone. “Let me see my daughter this instant.” Andrealphus chuckles, walking closer. “I imagine this is rather hard for you Stolas…awww, poor thing, all alone now, without your lovely plans, your lovey staaars, or your lovely little daughter, everything you are now-“

He’s interrupted as Stolas clocks him in the face, jumping on top to Andrealphus and pummeling him repeatedly. Andrealphus’ Goetian blue blood spews out, with each hit. Stolas stomps on the Marquis’ face, grabbing a block of nearby ice and raising it, smashing it down on Andrealphus’ face, then lifting it off to throw another punch. However, Andrealphus raises his hand, his icy magic forming a misty aura around him, stopping Stolas’s punch mid-air. Stolas is thrown back, as the Marquis rises into the air, his peacock tail flaming up while icy mist swirls around the courtyard.

Andrealphus’s tail fans out, turning into countless tendrils of sharp ice which grab Stolas and bring him closer. “Goetia be damned! You are dead for that!” Stolas narrows his eyes, although he is powerless, he shows no fear as he responds. “Do it. Pussy.” Andrealphus smiles wickedly, icy most swirling around the courtyard as the sharp blades of ice tendrils close in on Stolas.

“I will enjoy this…” Suddenly, a snowball hits Andrealphus square in the face, and a familiar voice rings out: Blitø. “Hey Elsa! GET YOUR ICY HANDS OFF MY BOTTOM, BITCH!”