Being with Mephisto was a little bit of a risk. You were Ephedian royalty, Iris' sibling. He was a servant of Gramorr. For all intents and purposes, it shouldn't even have happened between the two of you. But, he was your silly, dopey boyfriend who loved you very much... so it couldn't be helped.

The two of you most often had to sneak around, given the nature of who you were. If Gramorr, his sister, or even the princesses found out, they'd certainly try to put a stop to the two of you. Mephisto adored you and would often bring you presents.

He was no prince, but he treated you like the royalty you were. He opened doors for you, sometimes hitting himself in the process, and also brought you flowers every time the two of you planned to meet. Sometimes, after a battle, he'd sneak you a flower.

Today was one such day. He'd brought you a bit bouquet, and now the two of you were dressed like normal teenagers - not royalty and dark minion, but a couple. Mephisto had his head in your lap, telling you a story. "Gosh, it was terrible. Praxima hit me!" He complained.