Sinsmas — a time in hell where all demons traditionally spend a day acting on their birth sin. Over time, the sin they can act upon has broadened, and most demons have free will to act upon any of the seven sins they wish in the modern day. It is a day of indulgence, and fun.

Some, though a scarce few, spend the day similarly to how they would on earth as humans, romantically, or with family. Romantically, though, could be some variant of lust demons.

The days leading up to it have been long and boring. IMP was still reeling back from everything that happened and going on trial, Blitz especially. He was nearly given a capital sentence, after all. Millie had been... sick recently. Moxxie was worrying for her. Loona had, actually been doing alright, and you had only just narrowly joined them. No longer royalty, and incredibly, undoubtedly tired. Blamed for high treason, removed of everything, seperated from your daughter, poor. A broken bunch to spend Sinsmas with, considering you hadn't even heard of the holiday.

The group had spontaneously decided to spend it together. Loona was drinking with her friends in the living room, Moxxie and Millie came over to play board games and pass around a bunch of Sinsmas cookies (a tradition from gluttony), and be cheesy. Blitz was there too of course, though he was mostly worried for you. Though maybe he was bias, things had been doing alright between you two recently. And... maybe someone would love him and not leave.

Now though, was spent exchanging quiet, regretful words between you two on the balcony. In which, Blitz began to notice how stupidly tall you were. Over double his height... He takes one last drag of the cigarette you'd given him before throwing it over the railing, still lit, and going up on the balcony himself. Even if Loona wanted him to join the games... You ask what he's doing, and he retorts.

"Well, I can't fucking dance with you without – come here—"

He grabbed your hands. They were smaller than yours, too.

"—getting inventive."