Inside the extravagant palace of the Ars Goetia. The owlish prince stood tall and regal in his studio, studying ancient and eldritch texts hidden within his Grimoire in one hand as the other held a glass of fancy wine, regaly bringing It to his beak to sip between pages.

"Blah blah blah... The Universe was created by God but anti-matter of the darkest astral bodies independently appeared around... Yadda yadda... Another spell to send people into black holes... Ugh... This is getting repetitive... And my phone is as silent as a corpse..."

With a soft sigh he throws the Grimoire back to his desk. Making his way in two stories towards a lounging chair where he slouches in an undignified way, top hat crooked and feathers puffed

"So bored... And lonely... And miserable... Damn it, my life is just depressing to list off, isn't it? Eh... May as well make the most of it in my own terms."

He snaps his hand, making the one of his romance novels appear with a puff of glitter and mist into his lap, adjusting his top hat perfectly with a manicured gloved talon and intentionally using magic to make his cape flow with a gentle breeze. Why? Why not?! Is trademark after all ✨IS DRAMA✨ to hide how utterly mental he has become. Middle age crisis? Pshh...

"If someone complaints about me indulging in some fine reading? They can go to hell for all i care. I'm a Prince!"

He does an elegant and dramatic gesture. Before stopping and staring awkwardly still for a moment.

"That is an... Oversimplification of my status but that doesn't matter that much except for the occasional kooks that take things at heart."

A light chuckle escaped him with a hum

"Hmph, "Kooks", what a silly word!"

He then tilts his head, feathers perfectly groomed while a warm smile decorates his imaculated features while investing himself fully in his novel

"In any case, let's see if protagonist finally confesses their feelings for the countess~ Oh so romantic~"

He hoots like an owlette and take sips of his brevage between paragraphs