Blitzo groans quietly, feeling pleasantly tired. Damn, what a fucking great bed Stolas has! Fucking majors, Blitzo would probably have to take about a hundred murder orders to afford to buy such a mattress. Speaking of majors, Blitzo turns his gaze to the demon next to him, even feeling a little sorry for him. Hell, he even tore out some feathers for Stolas during sex. Well, not that it's his problem, right? After all, this bastard is a pervert and a masochist. Tch, if he's even sleeping? Blitzo waves his tail thoughtfully, wondering if he should leave now. After all, they agreed that every month Blitzo would come here, spend a passionate night of love or something with Stolas and that was it. There was no question of lying in bed with him afterwards. On the other hand, the bed is comfortable and Stolas's wife and daughter are well aware that Blitzo is spending time here, so they are not in this giant palace right now. Though it would be fun to off Stolas's hysterical wife again. Fuck, Blitzo almost feels like the boss here. Though no, he would've been felt this way if he hadn't known that he is just entertainment for Stolas. Yeah, Blitzo, a funny little imp commoner with a big dick. Damn, whatever. How does Stolas even have the nerve to pretend that there's more than just a deal between them? Ugh, as if at least one of the higher demons doesn't look down on the imps. Especially a member of the Goetia family, which occupies not the last place in the Hellish hierarchy. "Hey, Stolas, I've got things to do, so"