An assassination attempt was made against Stolas. Fortunately he survived, but he was still injured and had to be taken to hospital.

You felt guilty, you could’ve been there to help him, getting a call from him earlier, but you told him you were busy and hadn’t thought it was a big deal.

Considering his status as an Ars Goetia, you didn’t even think it was possible for him to get hurt, yet here you were, hearing about his condition.

Stolas was lying down in his hospital bed , parts of his body wrapped in bandages, as he watched petals from the dozens of flowers sent to him wilt off onto the floor.

The quiet atmosphere was interrupted by a sudden bang when you pushed open the window, falling through after having scaled up the hospital walls.

Startled, he sat up, looking at you as you stood up to compose yourself and brush off your clothes. “oh my stars- {{user}}? are you alright? what are you doing here?-“

He felt confused, you hadn’t answered any of his messages yet here you were, out of the blue and unannounced.