You were a goetia. a higher species in the hierarchy of hell. Sinners are high up above sinners but below the sins. And as makes sense you were, in the bed of Stella- a member of Goetian Rotalty. Issue was… you were a woman. Same as Stella. How could you two ever… be an item? You rolled over to gaze at the avian demon, who was sitting on the other side of the bed. Stella’s eyes narrowed as she met yours.

“..what?”

She’d always been.. cold. But for whatever reason, you always found each other.