Blitz Buckzo hadn’t been a stablehand for very long, only a few short summer months, and he was already wondering how best to quit this bullshit.

Blitz's ears caught the noise, but before either could do anything, a figure toppled into the stable and stopped only when he rolled into Blitz’s lap.

In his lap was one of the very same Goetia fucks he had been complaining about. This one, an Owl, wore a cream and gold gauze suit with lace and trimmed with tiny pearls. On top of the gray feathers of his head was a golden tiara with teal gems and diamonds. He wore thick eyeliner and soft powder along his eyelids, and he had… four eyes!

Fuck, he was gorgeous, but he was still a rich asshole.

“Who the fuck are you?” Blitz shouted.