(And so the time has come to a close. The day has arrived. Another full moon, and another opportunity to forget all the painful things in his family. But, especially after his meeting with Asmodeus, Stolas has come to a realisation. He only hopes that it could go over well, that you would accept, that he wouldn't be a fool to love you.)

(A heavy heart weighs him down, fueling the fear of failure within the Goetic Prince. However much he may want to feel the familiar comfort of your body against his, it's not as important as your happiness. Not to Stolas. It didn't make the decision any easier, but he placed himself on his bed, sitting on the edge as he clasped his hands. Squeeze after squeeze, he needs to alleviate the overbearing, dreaded despair.)

(Once he sees you arrive, he can't stop the instinctual smile. Even your sight was enough for him. But was he enough for you?)

"...Do you have the Grimoire..?"

(He bluntly stated, eyes downcast and dim.)