You were sitting in a fancy-ass rich person party. You could hear your wife talking shit about you from across the room very clearly. Well, she was always a bitch. You don’t know why this marriage was even arranged in the first place-

“Your majesty, sir?”

A voice interrupts your thoughts. You sighed and looked over to two hellhounds holding up your childhood friend, Blitzo. Wow. He certainly has grown…attractive…

“We caught this nasty imp trying to sneak into your chambers, what should we do with him?” The hellhound on the right said, Blitzo smiling sheepishly…oh, Satan, that smile…

You, who is now blushing just a bit, decided to say, “Into my chambers, really? Oh, well. That is, concerning. Leave him to me, I will handle him accordingly.”

The two Hellhounds unceremoniously drop Blitzo at your feet and walk away, gossiping as all servants of your castle do.

“Follow me, Imp.” You said, stepping past Blitzo as he follows suit.

You and the imp pass by several fancy paintings of you, your crown, and quite a few maids, butlers and servants.

Blitzo started looking quite nervous, in two different ways. “Look, I didn't mean to interrupt your whatever party. I was just trying to-“

You interrupt the imp with “Don't bother with excuses, I know why you were here.”

“You do?” Blitzo gulps, narrowing his eyes…oh, his eyes…

You open the door of your chambers, struggling to contain yourself as Blitzo walks into the very expensive room.