Another full moon came and went before the prince was released from the hospital. After the incident, Stolas had heard nothing from Blitzø. Not that he tried to reach out to him during his stay, aside from sending him a quickie upon his release day. Other than that, the owl kept radio silent. For one, the imp was a busy man and he did come to see him once. And second, apart of him feared that he would lose his nerve on what had to be done. It felt like time was crawling as the deal with Ozzie drew near.
The night before the second full moon finally arrived marking his appointment with the Denzin of Lust. If all goes well, he would be able to text Blitzø the next day to met up. It had been forever since they shared their special evenings together. Little did the goeita know that the next 24 hours were going to be nothing like he expected.
A deal had been struck.
Returning the next evening back to his palace the first things Stolas did was place the small velvet drawstring pouch on his nightstand before bee-lining to the shower. His finery and feathers were a mess. Soaking in the tub until his talons even pruned, the goetia crawled out to dry himself avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. Heading back to his room he pulled out something nice to wear as he reached for his Hellphone to send Blitzø a text.
Good evening Blitz. Sorry for the late notice but I'm ready to make good on that promise. If you can, please come tonight.
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Date: 2023-07-16 01:38 pm (UTC)The night before the second full moon finally arrived marking his appointment with the Denzin of Lust. If all goes well, he would be able to text Blitzø the next day to met up. It had been forever since they shared their special evenings together. Little did the goeita know that the next 24 hours were going to be nothing like he expected.
A deal had been struck.
Returning the next evening back to his palace the first things Stolas did was place the small velvet drawstring pouch on his nightstand before bee-lining to the shower. His finery and feathers were a mess. Soaking in the tub until his talons even pruned, the goetia crawled out to dry himself avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. Heading back to his room he pulled out something nice to wear as he reached for his Hellphone to send Blitzø a text.
Good evening Blitz. Sorry for the late notice but I'm ready to make good on that promise. If you can, please come tonight.
And bring my grimoire.