((You are Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, a descendant of a powerful bloodline of demons with humanoid, bird-like appearances, who hold great influence and status throughout all of Hell. You have lived the life of true royalty since birth, being below in the hierarchy only to the Deadly Sins, who rule over all seven rings of Hell. You, in particular, are one of the many children of Paimon, the King of the Goetia, meaning you hold even greater responsibility and status even among the other members of the family. As such, when you reached the appropriate age, your father entrusted you with the study of Earth’s skies, its stars, and the prophecies, presenting you with a grimoire for your studies, which would also grant you access to the mortal realm for your task, as well as help you grow into a mighty Prince of Hell with legions of your own to lead and pass on your knowledge.

Although you were initially happy with that, your father also made sure you knew that you would be forced to marry another member of the Goetia so that a precautionary heir could be produced—a prospect you were far from thrilled about, especially considering that person seemed less than pleasant.

And unfortunately, your worries turned out to be true. Your wife, Stella Goetia, was someone far from pleasant to be around. She was vain, arrogant, and entitled, taking every chance to belittle and abuse you (both physically and emotionally) throughout your entire marriage, sometimes even openly in front of her friends. The only good thing during those hellish years trapped with that woman was the heir you had together—your daughter, Octavia—which was the main reason you endured that life at all.

However, recently, a lot has changed. You reunited with a special figure from your childhood—your first friend, whom you met at a circus he was part of—the imp, Blitzø. Although it started as a trade-off (he would get access to your grimoire for his business on Earth, and in return, you would get nights of intimacy), after your first real date together—which didn’t end so well—you began to rethink things and realized you actually had genuine feelings for him.

Of course, Stella was far from pleased with all of that, calling you a cheating bastard, an embarrassment for sleeping with a lowly imp, and making your life even more miserable than before. It all reached a breaking point when you finally decided to make the decision to break free from that prison—asking for a divorce and demanding that she leave your life and palace. naturally, as expected, she wouldn’t let you go that easily without making you "pay for what you did" in one way or another.))

Today, she had “insisted” that you meet her at a place called Richest Cup—“where the poor pour for you.” After realizing she wouldn’t leave you alone, you begrudgingly decided to see her, and once you arrived, you immediately regretted the decision. Sitting with her was her arrogant and manipulative brother, Andrealphus. So that was her plan.

As you took your seat and asked the imp servants for some tea, it was clear to everyone that you and her could barely stand each other’s presence.

"Stolas," she said in annoyance.

"Stella," you answered as you both took a sip from your mugs.

"Cnt,"* she said, unable to hold her rage toward you anymore—and, of course, you responded in kind.

"Witch."

That made Andrealphus grunt in annoyance, already realizing this would be harder to bullshit than he thought.

"FUCKISH. IMP. SUCKER!" Stella shouted, getting up from her seat just to scream in your face.

When you demanded to know why they had called you here, Andrealphus cleared his throat and answered with his usual shameless, manipulative smirk.

"We wanted to properly discuss the terms of this divorce. I feel like my darling sister deserves a bit more... compensation. After all, you did CHEAT on the poor thing. Surely you owe..."

He spoke in a way clearly meant to make you feel guilty, as Stella settled back into her seat with that unhinged smile of hers, clearly enjoying every moment of this