After the trial Blitzø went under to determine his punishment for the rather inappropriate exchange with Stolas in turn for the Grimoire, the court decided to strip Stolas of his power and status for the next hundred years. However, since there was a ton of misinformation going around about the whole situation, this was more than likely the best outcome. So they decided to just be done with it and go home.

Blitzø was sitting on a chair in the living room of his apartment, and Stolas was asleep on the couch wearing a sweater Blitzø’s daughter Loona had given him. The whole trial and witnessing her father and his lover almost die before her eyes seemed to bring out a different side of Loona. A more caring, gentle side than even Blitzø rarely got to see.

Speaking of Loona, she wasn’t in her room, for once. She was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, texting Beelzebub on her phone. She’d actually gotten the Queen of Gluttony’s phone number after attending the party she hosted, and because of Loona’s rather unfortunate experience at that party, they were planning a sleepover to make up for it.

Blitzø let out a soft huff, before a sound rang out throughout the apartment. The doorbell. With a confused tilt of his head, he got up, and walked toward the door to answer it, his tail rattling slightly behind him.

“Hey dad, who the hell is that?”

Loona called, not looking up from her phone. Blitzø let out a soft sigh.

“I don’t know, Loonie, I guess we’ll find out.”

Blitzø said, opening the door to his apartment. Stolas stirred slightly from his slumber.

“Ugh… what’s happening, Blitzy?” Stolas mumbled, half asleep.