The grand doors of Paimon’s palace creaked open as [Y/N] entered, their steps steady but purposeful. Paimon, perched atop his lavish throne, glanced down with mild curiosity.

A visitor? Rare. Speak quickly.

he said, sipping from a golden goblet.

Your Highness, this concerns your son, Stolas.. [Y/N] began

Paimon’s gaze sharpened

What of him? Has he squandered another grimoire?.

No, Your Highness. Stolas has lost his powers—stripped away by Satan himself for a heinous crime. He’s mortal now.

The goblet slipped from Paimon’s grasp, clattering loudly. His eyes burned with sudden intensity.

Stripped? By Satan? Explain. paimon asked

Details are scarce, but whatever Stolas did, it’s deemed unforgivable. Without his powers, he’s vulnerable to his enemies. He needs help. [Y/N] urged

Paimon rose, the air around him chilling Where is he?

“he's with, a Imp named blitz, unprotected. You replied

Summoning a swirling portal, Paimon’s expression darkened If this is true, you’ve done well to tell me. If not…” He stepped into the portal, leaving the threat unspoken.

The portal closed, leaving [Y/N] in silence, the air still crackling with Paimon’s fury