And you know what happens when I get lonely~

A knowing grin was the answer, when the elegant demon turned on his heel to bask in the offered compliment. And it only grew wider as a single talon came forward to caress the smooth scales on his chest, stopping only short of the bandages.

“Oh? A shame, I say. How much more I could caress those feathers with more than just words alone…”

It all shifted suddenly, at which his smile faltered slightly, replaced by narrowed, questioning eyes and a twitch of his collar.

“…ahem. Care to elaborate on what I’d want up there? After all these centuries trying to get down?” The sheer absurdity of the notion had him chuckling.

“Can’t a snake just be a shameless flirt for once? Oh, I am wounded!”

Stolas listened closely for traces of lies and deceipt in his words, but, much to his surprise, could not find them there. The smile he’d been wearing turned into a smirk, he had captured his attention now. It had been too long he had dug his claws into someone. Especially someone as hunky.

❛ Because a snake surely does not approach a prince with nothing but dirty thoughts in mind. Oh. Or what is their nature? ❜

A single talon remained pressed against the serpent’s chest, sharp, but not yet out to pierce flesh.  ❛ Do you wish to take me right back up into my tower and make me scream so loud my wife will hear? How very scandalous of you to think about that. ❜

Tap, tap, tap -- The Prince had meant to walk away from the approaching serpent, but that had him stop, shoulders straightened, chest out. He returned, visibly pleasued, running an outstretched claw over that scaled chest. 

❛ Ohhh, you can look, but not touch. ❜

“No!” She exclaimed, perhaps a little too hastily. “I mean, I never said the pyjama party meant nothing to me! I did enjoy it. It was…very informative.” Oh great, she was starting to babble. Hestia reeeaaally hoped he wasn’t going to follow through on his threat. Maybe she should just give in and hope for the best?

@princestclas​ spun: “Your pet name for me is slut.”

* I Like This Prompt Okay 

A finger lifts it self, “Ah, ah, ah!” Molly would begin to correct.

“It’s PRINCE Slut, thank you~! We can’t go deprivin’ you of your title now, can we ~?” A soft giggle. “’Sides, it’s just ya’ name in my phone, I can happily change it, ya’ highness.”

Mild offense slid over his features, but her soft giggles and sweet scent almost instantly pacified him. Puffing up his chest, he smirked, and tapped his finger to the tip of her nose, his own laugh a low-toned coo.  ❛ Not necessarily required. ❜

“N-no…” Hestia stuttered, her whole body stiffening as he whispered into her. “But, um, I’m a very busy woman so I think it’s best if I take my leave now…” Her eyes kept darting to the open door that was right there. So close, yet so far out of reach.

He wasn’t afraid at the moment. He already died once but, he understood this being’s power that out ranked his own. He simply bow to the other out respect. “Well I a prince of hell is still prince of hell. I am Jovanni. Jovanni Joestar. My friends call me Jojo. It is honor meet ya Stolas.” He expressed softly to the other just looking up at him. 

Why was that man not quaking in fear? Could he not see that he was starving for guts right now? But drooling would have been very unprince-ly. He swallowed.  ❛ Honor. ❜ he echoed, his hunger nearly costing him a clear mind.

      IT COULD happen even to the best. Even if this kind of occurrence was rare, Valentino knew how to deal with it - especially when important customers like the owl demon in front of him were involved. He leaned forward just enough to listen to the other’s whisper, then straightened up as he replied: “I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. I’m gonna make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Fear and respect had nothing to do with his apology. He was willing to force good manners into his behavior for a while if it meant keeping valuable clients.

     “Do you wanna choose another boy, maybe? It’s on the house.”

The pleasant reaction had him coo quietly. After all, he had lost a hold of himself and the boy had nearly been gutted for a lack of delivering him other pleasures. Apparently, he was valued more than their lifes, which gave him a little kick, enough to want to play and push Valentino’s boundaries. Eyes narrowing, he stepped back again, nodding along to his words.  ❛ Thank you very much. It has been quite stressful for me lately. People on earth are actually realizing their hatred for eachother is pointless. We can’t. Have that now, can we? ❜ A soft sigh.  ❛ I’ll take that boy. Say. If I pay a little extra... ❜ 

Hestia turned from the painting, and approached the bed while Stolas was changing. She picked the second pair of night clothes having it rest in her arms. 

“Well, I haven’t been secluding myself as much recently…” Hestia started, and went behind the divider herself, changing as she spoke. “And I have been networking with more people. I have to, due to the nature of my work. But when I first arrived in Hell, I was terrified of everyone and everything. So I secluded myself for many years.”

She walked out from divider, and approached the bed once more. Now with Stolas lounging on it. She stiffened when asked about her virginity. Something she’s been keeping a secret for a long time, since she was rather embarrassed by it. “Yes I am…” Hestia admitted, biting her lip. She knew…enough about sex. But there was still so much she still didn’t know. “I-I don’t know. I’m not sure where to start with my questions…”

The prince slightly squinted at her. Freshly arrived in hell? So she was a newcomer? That could explain why her attitude differed slightly from those of the demons he would usually meet. In a way, she was soft. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked straight at the divider as though he was seeing through it.  ❛ What was it that scared you? Ooh, I’m beginning to think you may not be as much a monster as most of us are... ❜

He scooted over on the bed once she was done, running his hand up and down the soft sheets as he mustered her. She was an attractive young lady, but perhaps she had a lower libido than others, which was as far as he knew, not that unusual. Demons either run high or low, there was no inbetween. 

He kept playing but, made it softer so they could speak. “No one really. Just playing a melody that can ease the burden ya know. I am sorry if this is rude but, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking too.” He asked. Jovanni was somewhat new to hell after all. Just really knowing only the Hotel and a few people in IMP town. 

Stolas laughed under his breath, and it came out like a very arrogant hoot.  ❛ I am Stolas. One of the princes of goetia. Not very impressive, though, everyone down here seems to be a prince of something these days.  ❜ He headed towards the man at the piano, looming over him, tongue touching beak. Ah. Tasty.

He was at the lobby piano. He began to play. A soft melody. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata  he let melody take over him as kept playing letting his fingers move. 

Molly watches as he moved aside, a silent invitation for her, she presumed. Alright, who was she to decline, anyway?

Silently Molly walked over, but, she’d give a pause at his request. Standing next to him as she looked down at him, feeling her cheeks flare as lashes flutter in surprise.

Sing? Her?

Molly never sang, at least, to other people. Aside singing lullabies for Angel, but he was the only one who ever heard her sing. Not that she was bad, she was surprisingly well. She did have melody. But it was such an intimate action; such a thing that can be easily judged. A talent she felt that was unfit for someone like her.

Normally she’d always tell and argue she doesn’t and can’t sing. But, her eyes stare into the prince’s, the light gleam in the, the plea in his voice. Molly would softly sigh, kneeling on the floor next to him as she closed her eyes for a moment, letting a pause fall until she’d reciprocate his request.

“Once upon a time I was fallin’ in love, but now I’m only fallin’ apart,” Molly would begin, soft and a dulcet tone. “There’s nothin’ I can do. A total eclipse’a the heart.” Her accent was only there laced in, making sure her words were clear in their melody. “Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there’s only love in the dark. Nothin’ I can say. A total eclipse’a the heart.”

His head was swimming with sadness and the effect of the booze as he squinted up at her, waiting for a reaction. If she was as merciless as any demon would have been, she would have spat on him and walked away -- but not her. Stolas sat up slightly, perking up head to tail as she seemed to get ready to sing.

As she did, he found himself letting out a soft ‘oooh’ at the beauty of it, relaxing, leaning back. He had meant to sing with her, but now he was mesmerized enough to just listen. He did feel the lyrics more than he would like to admit. 

Once she was finished with the stanza, he crawled to where she was kneeling, reaching to gently lean bump his head against hers to join her for the next one. One of his arms loosely wrapped around her. Getting drunk and touchy was not something a prince of hell should do - normally, he only got touchy. 

❛ And I need you now tonight. And I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight. We’ll be holding on FOREVER~ ❜

Was he going to say a good meal? Hestia’s eyes darted to the nearest exit, taking note of it’s location in case she needed to make a quick getaway. She shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts. Stop being so goddamn paranoid all the time.

She followed the bird prince as he led the way to his chambers. She looked around the room in complete awe. Making sure to take in as much of the luxurious sight as she could. She waited patiently as Stolas dug around in his wardrobe and decided to take a closer look at the impressive portrait that hung in his room.

As she gazed up at the massive painting, the fire demoness could feel her face heating up when the bird demon brought of the subject of her lovers–or to be more accurate, her lack of lovers. She let out a melancholic sigh. “I…tend to seclude myself from others. So, I haven’t had many opportunities to meet people…”

Stolas headed towards the bed, granting her space as he grabbed one set of night clothes, and strutted back to the other end of the room. A divider granted him privacy for getting changed, which he did, a few feathers flying as he stripped out of his clothes. 

❛ Seclude? ❜ he repeated, even though he had clearly heard her, and eventually came to drop himself onto his bed.   ❛ What may your reason for that be? If you don’t wish to keep a mate, well, there’s still business, and I’ve heard networking is all the rage these days. ❜ He paused, and it was as though Hestia would be able to see him zone out briefly.