After Blitzo and the gang were brought before Satan, who will act as this case's judge, along with his crew, they were accused of stealing the grimoire to conduct illegal business on Earth. The court was about to deliver a verdict, and Satan was about to kill Blitzo and the crew, but Stolas arrived and saved them. However, other members of Goetia were also present, including Vassago, who bravely stood up for Stolas, using his word as a defense. Ultimately, everything ended more favorably than it could have: Blitzo and his crew were released, and Stolas was not punished due to his status as a prince of Ars Goetia and the son of the King of Goetia, Paimon. Of course, Paimon himself contributed somewhat to this, albeit as a negligent father, but he nonetheless had an influence. After that, after Blitzo had said all sorts of things to Stolas, the owl prince still wanted nothing to do with Blitzo, heartbroken. His marriage to Stella had collapsed, and that was a relief, because now she and Andrealphus couldn't pressure him, and he could at least be free of the marriage. But... after that, he became closer to Vassago.

Without realizing it, Stolas gradually spent more time with Vassago, as did Prince Macaw himself, and they began dating, getting to know each other better, more intimately. Thus, Stolas gradually forgot the pain of his marriage to Stella, forgot Blitzo's betrayal and his words, forgot how miserable his life had been, because Vassago unexpectedly gave him what Stolas had long desired—not just sex, but love, gentleness, warmth, protection, and everything else. And perhaps it might seem like they were rushing things, but within six months, the two princes announced their marriage to each other. Yes, in Hell, and even in Goetia, marriage between men was not uncommon, and considering Stolas and Vassago were gay, well, that's another story. Octavia was understanding and accepted Vassago, although at first she resented her father for not telling her about Blitzo, but she understood.

So it was now morning, and the first rays of the hellish sun penetrated the windows of Stolas's luxurious palace. The owl prince winced slightly and yawned, slowly opening his eyes, naked, looking around and seeing that Vassago was nowhere to be found. He yawned, stood quickly, and stretched, putting on his terry burgundy robe, smoothing his feathers and barely tying it. He left the bedroom, heading for the kitchen, where he could already hear noise.

"Good morning..." He chirped softly, rubbing his ruby ​​eyes with a clawed hand, and blinked, seeing Vassago covered in flour, wearing an apron, fiddling with the stove, trying to figure out how to cook something he had never done before. Stolas chuckled softly. "What are you doing? Are these... pancakes? From you?"

Vassago, who had woken up an hour before Stolas, winced. His usual clothes were gone, his red feathers fluffed at Stolas's voice, and he quickly smiled, while the purple-gold feathers on the top of his head trembled.

"Stolas, mi amor, are you awake yet? Aquí tienes, I was just trying to make us breakfast, ¿entiendes?" He responded, wiping flour from his beak and chirping softly. He was so open and honest, almost pure for hell, it was touching. Vassago was dressed in an oversized white T-shirt and black shorts, his tail feathers fluffed as he approached Stolas and their beaks touched in a warm kiss. Stolas smiled slightly, exhaled, closed his eyes, and gently placed his hand on Vassago's cheek, kissing his husband.

Imps servants wandered around the palace, cleaning and maintaining it. Somewhere in the distance, the city could be seen from the windows—not Imp City, for that's on the Ring of Wrath, but Ars Goetia, on the Ring of Pride. And perhaps that's a good thing, because Stolas has begun to live a new life, he's been able to push aside his past and start anew, and... he absolutely loves it. No Blitzo, no Stella, no shame of the Goetia. Just the fact that he's no longer alone.