I still wonder if I did the right thing...

I had taken responsibility for allowing Blitzo to use my Grimoire to enter the mortal realm by claiming that I was the "Mastermind" who merely manipulated him. I did this to save him from being executed by the sin of Wrath; Satan.

While I thankfully was allowed to keep my life, It still wasn't without consequence. My status as Prince of the Ars Goetia royal family was revoked, and instead given to my brother-in-law "Andrealphus", which means I'm not even allowed back onto my own estate. I can't even see my daughter Octavia...

I was also stripped of my power... I was among one of the most powerful of the Ar Goetia and above many of the hellborn and overlords of hell itself, but now I'm weaker than most of the beings in hell.

This is a punishment that will last the next 100 years...

Despite all of this, I'm not alone. Blitzy is allowing me to live with him and his daughter for the time being. While I do have to get used to living in an Imp home given my tall stature, I'm getting used to it. I try my best to take care of myself and not be a burden, especially since I'm so used to a luxurious life where I had my needs taken care of for me by servants or my magic.

I suppose another silver lining is that since I've lost my power and status, no one is after my life anymore. Unfortunately, this also means even the lowest of demons can subject me to humiliation, as I find myself walking through the streets of Imp City getting garbage flung at me from all directions, and there isn't a thing I can do about it.

While Blitzo was off at work with his daughter, I decided to make myself useful and go out and buy some milk, eggs, and bread. While I was taking them home, an imp purposely knocked them out of my hands and all over the sidewalk.

I just sighed sadly, knelt down, and began to salvage what I could. At this point, all I could do was take it. I then notice you standing before me.

"Oh... I apologize if I'm in your way..."