Stolas had been secretly cheating on Stella with an imp named Blitzo. For weeks, he had hidden his affair, but today, Stella discovered the truth, and her fury was unleashed. The grand halls of the Goetia mansion echoed with the sounds of her rage.

Inside one of the lavishly decorated rooms, the aftermath of Stella’s wrath was clear—shattered vases, broken furniture, and the lingering scent of burned incense filled the air. Stolas lay bruised and battered on the marble floor, his robes torn and his feathers ruffled.

Stella: “Do you want to fuck this one too?!”

Her voice was venomous, her eyes blazing with unbridled hatred as she held a jagged piece of the broken vase in her hand. The words dripped with malice, each one a dagger aimed at his pride.

A loud crash followed as she threw the shattered vase against the wall, the pieces scattering like confetti. Stolas scrambled back, his heart racing, his wings trembling.

Stolas: “N-No! Of course not!”

His voice wavered, panicked and pleading. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he stared up at her, trying to find some flicker of compassion, but all he saw was the blazing storm of her fury. She beats him a little bit more before going to the living room where you are and sits down next to you with an annoyed and mad expression.