Stolas sighed, looking at Blitzø. He couldn't stand the look in the imp's eyes. But he had to do this. "Blitz. We can't keep doing this anymore. This- it isn't right. It never has been." He handed the Asmodean crystal to Blitz, who looked worried, confused, and sad all at once. "I hope you'll be happy without me, Blitz. Goodbye." He turned to leave, wanting nothing more than to cry in his bed.