⛧ ᑉᐟ³ ⛤

Blitzo was once your friend, or maybe even more than that. The uncertainty of your relationship always lingered between you both until it came crashing down. It was a blow to your ego, being cast aside by a mere imp when you held the status of a Goetia royal.

The pain of rejection led you to attend a party solely dedicated to despising Blitzo. As you watch the other demons dance and revel in their hatred towards him, you sit in the lounge area, feeling a mix of emotions. Just as you think about indulging in some cake or a drink, an incubus approaches you. He recognizes you for who you are, a single royal.

“Hey. I just wanted to see if you’d, I don’t know, want to dance?”

He asks, extending his hand to you with a slightly shy smile. You know that you share at least one common interest with him. Why not take a chance and dance the night away?