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"Well imps were created by Satan, so that's to be expected," she said, smiling at the strange girl. She didn't seem to be among the hellborn, so perhaps she was a sinner? It was hard for her to tell.

Still, she seemed nice, and that was enough for the princess. "Princess Octavia of the Ars Goetia, though most just call me Octavia," she said. "Pleasure to meet you."

Ironically both were looking for their parents, both searching for fathers that seemed almost unattainable….despite being in the same realm as them. Even the city.

“Hm…yeah, I think that’s the total opposite of where I’m meant to be.” She looked around at impkind as they went about their business. “They all look like little devils.” Not the kind that the supposed actual devil looked like, but the kind that had horns and pointed tails. “I was in the Pride Ring, but it didn’t look like this.”

She rocked back and forth on her feet. “Oh well, I’m Abbigail!”

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Octavia eyed the jerky, looking at it with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. Eventually she reached out to take some, picking one out of the box and taking a bite of it. While it wasn't like the meat she was used to eating, it was surprisingly decent.

"Not bad," she said, finishing the first stick and reaching for another. If her mother could see her eating this stuff, and eyeing the crisps Loona mentioned, she would be having a fit. However, she was not here, which meant Octavia was free to do as she pleased. She didn't hesitate reaching for the crisps.

"Yeah. Some snacks are considered 'unbecoming of a goetian lady' and that I need to watch my figure, but I really could give less of a damn. I don't want to hear mum scream like a banshee, so I just keep them hidden and wait until she's not around to eat them."

The mention of skewered rats and mice made Loona smirk. She could recall eating such things when she was a 'stray.' So it seemed ironic that rich folk ended up eating them too.

Sure enough she had found some jerky, what kind of meats they were probably not mice, but of all the snacks they were the most healthy in the pantry. So it was no wonder Stolas had gravitated towards those. "These are pretty good. Dried meats, basically. So I guess if you like rats and mice they'd be a good start?" she snickered. "Feel free to try anything though. I like the Chaos Crisps lately. But the Cheddar Screams are awesome too. We restock every two weeks so it's not a big deal. I have to eat like a hellhorse with my metabolism. Not picky at all. Can't really imagine having to be. You said you have a stash? Do you have to hide your snacks or something?" she asked out of curiosity.

But maybe a little worried too. Why would a teen need to hide her snacks. She heard of parents doing that with recreational drugs. Maybe because of school and things like that. Stuff that stunted growth, blah blah blah. But for snacks?

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As soon as Vassago arrived to the palace, the prince was met with resistance. The imp servants, who were once Stolas's, had denied him entry. They insisted that the former marquis, now prince regent didn't wish to be disturbed and was rejecting any and all company. Naturally this left Vassago greatly concerned, and were it not for the change in Andrealphus's rank, he could have easily pulled his own to gain entry.

Instead Vassago pleaded with the staff, insisting and promising many times over that he would not upset the peacock, and that everything he saw and witnessed would stay within the palace. Only once the staff were certain that Vassago would stay true to his word did they grant him entry.

Immediately the prince went looking for Andrealphus, noting the feathers on the floor and following them as if they were a trail. It didn't take him long to figure out why the peacock was pushing people away, and while he understood, it didn't stop the amused smile that formed upon his bill.

Approaching the bedroom door, Vassago gave a knock. "Andy? Are you in there, mi amigo?"

It was that horrible time of year...

Molting season.

Anyone coming to visit or living with him will come to find some areas of the mansion he frequents full of long and short white feathers. Despite the staffs best efforts to keep the place orderly.

He doesn't even want to be seen right now without his tail prim and perfect as it usually is.

They felt so...Naked without it. It was only for about a few days to a week, thanks to his regenerative abilities but it never got any better.

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"Most goetia do carry a fair amount of pride, so that is not surprising." Which is why he was here to help. While Stolas's banishment kept him cut off from the goetia at large, Vassago could be his eyes and ears into the goings on of their class. This would help to ease his worries, especially if it meant that Vassago could keep an eye on Octavia in his stead.

At the mention of money, Vassago shook his head. "No, he didn't. However, I am more than happy and willing to provide what he needs. Not too much though, for I am technically not supposed to associate with him while he is banished. While I can't provide him everything he was used to having, I can provide a little." He still had to toe the line and work within the confines of the laws, but he would try to help where he could.

Vassago smiled at Moxxie's offer. "Gracias. I will definitely keep your offer in mind. For now I must get back and see what can be done." He paused for a moment before taking out his phone. "Perhaps we can exchange contact information. Stolas already has mine, but it wouldn't hurt to lend it out to you, as well."

Moxxie listened closely, nodding along with deep respect as Vassago spoke. He could tell the prince wasn’t just putting on airs—this was someone who genuinely cared, who understood what was at stake.

When Vassago mentioned the courts and the severity of the charges, Moxxie sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… I figured as much. It’s a mess. And Stolas—he’s too proud to admit how much it’s all wearing him down.”

Then, after a beat of hesitation, Moxxie looked up with quiet resolve. “Did he ask you for money?” he asked softly. “If not, I’ll ask for him. Not for anything ridiculous—but just… to help him keep some of the nice things he’s used to. The comforts that make it feel like he’s still him, you know?” He offered a small smile, humble but sincere. "In exchange, I offer my services. I’m pretty good at paperwork—records, filings, budget ledgers, that kind of thing. Or maybe, if you just need someone to talk to… I’m a good listener, your Highness."

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"...I have not been wed off to Raum yet, so is there still a chance to get out of this arrangement and find another man to marry instead?" But who could she find to replace Raum on such short notice?

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"...they would be better off at his new address. I think he's staying with that imp who was on trial a few months ago. Uncle will ensure that father doesn't come around here due to his banishment, so finding dad's new home would be best."

Belphagor looks at her box of happy pills. "Should.... Should I leave these here or take them to his new address?" She asks quietly... Or right her sleepy mind remembers the trail with the singing and dancing, it was very entertaining the bits she was awake for.

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When you want the son but anons want you with the dad instead-

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((Honestly hoping for S3 and beyond that Vassago isn't just a good boy in the puppy dog sense.

What I mean is: Vassago is still a goetia, and a goetic prince at that. He is going to have the inherit classism/racism that his kind is known for and I don't want to see those messy sides erased in favour of him being this goodie two shoes SJW type character, you know?

By all means have him grow and develop when people point out his thoughts, but don't make him an uwu precious good bean who is a pure Stolas simp and who also can do no wrong.

Also let Vassago be a good friend/ally of Stolas and not be weird/obsessive about it.))

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ICY HEN?!

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✘ Dawn, how do you feel about your upcoming arrangement? No holding back.

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks. : Accepting!

1/10

"I hate it. I hate being married off, and the thought of producing a child fills me with disgust.

I regret not running away when I had the chance, and I regret not giving up my title and status among the goetia sooner.

I think I would have been happier living among the common folk; at least I would have the freedom of choice."

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✘ Vassago, how much longer do you think you can ignore the kings on producing an heir?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks. : Accepting!

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"As long as I have to. I wish to marry for love, not political obligations which include siring an heir."

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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Vassgo pride sticker available via Shark Robot May 21, 2025. Art by KStoooone. Part of a set of eight stickers.

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((Playing through the Genshin story and learning that the Four Shades, who serve the Heavenly Principles, are named after Ars Goetic demons:

Naberius (in Genshin, the ruler of life) Istaroth (derived from Astaroth, Ruler of Time in Genshin) Ronova (Ronove, Ruler of Death in Genshin)

We don't know the name of the fourth yet, but I find it amusing how all the gods (The Seven Archons) in Teyvat all derive their names from the Ars Goetia (and Paimon too) ))

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Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

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He's reaching up to whisper into the Marquis ear. " Yeehaw, Snowflake. " spoken in the most seductive he make his voice

"If you're going to pull that card, at least choose a word that will not give me nightmares." No amount of seduction can render 'yeehaw' in a positive light for him.

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Phel has a crush on you. (For Via)

Send "____ has a crush on you!" to my muse to see their reaction: Accepting!

"...he does?" That was news to her. She thought their affections were that of friends.

"Mm, if it's true, then we'll have to talk about it."

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