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5,000 years after Starfall

4,000 years before Revolution

            Vine and Zagan entered a large room with a massive round table made of dark wood. Four chairs sat around the table with three clustered together and a fourth far from the three. Paimon sat in one of the three while Baal sat in the chair apart from the others. Vine and Zagan took their seats near Paimon and waited.

            “Welcome, everyone. Let the meeting begin,” Baal’s low, distorted voice announced.

            “Where shall we start? Perhaps the issue with the legions?” Paimon suggested.

            “I agree. Have you considered what I brought to you centuries ago?” Vine asked.

            “I had. And I see there have been some improvements in Goetia behavior, but still a lack of respect gained. From Stolas especially. Though he has come out of his shell, he fails still to command respect and loyalty from his legions. However, that is not where I wanted to start. There is something else that has had my curiosity for centuries,” Baal stated.

            “What would that be?” Zagan asked.

            “The few children born to Goetia. How has the development of them been since I was alerted to this phenomena?” Baal asked.

            “Ah! Well, from my observations, it does seem we are capable of conception much like mortals are now. Though the process is not quite as bloody and painful as mortals claim and especially not from the demon spawn. However, the incubation process does seem longer as does the growth of the child,” Paimon explained.

            “How so?” Baal asked.

            “Well, while they are full grown and considered adults now, it took roughly two hundred and fifteen years before they reached that age. And about another eighty-five years to reach full maturity. So, a total of about three hundred years,” Vine explained.

            “But we have also noticed that they aren’t shackled like so many of us still are. They more freely explore their domains, which are mixtures of the parents’ domains. They also seem to possess more free will than us. And while they do lean more towards their parents’ functions, they do openly and freely explore other avenues,” Paimon added.

            Baal’s eyes flashed with a dangerous curiosity. “Tell me about their domains. Starting with Vual and Zepar’s child.”

            “Duke Ahava, like both parents, possesses seven domains. The domains that she possesses are love, sex, enchantment, revelry, beauty, justice, and comradery,” Zagan announced.

            Baal hummed. “What of Gremory and Sitri’s child?”

            “Prince Amadeus was born with six domains like Prince Sitri. The domains that he possesses is love, sex, beauty, beasts, order, and justice,” Vine shared.

            “Fascinating. And what of the children of Furfur and Valefar?” Baal asked.

            “Both Prince Umbra and Prince Noctis possess six domains compared to Duke Valefar’s seven and Earl Furfur’s five. Umbra’s domains are darkness, love, temptation, anarchy, beasts, and illusions. Noctis has darkness, justice, crime, storm, secrets, and miracles,” Paimon explained.

            Baal’s eyes lit up. “Extraordinary. What other combinations could be made? What domains could we mix to make new, stronger clan members?”

            “Baal, are you suggesting we force Goetia together to satisfy this curiosity?” Vine demanded.

            “That could be disastrous. While the clan gets along, not many want such relationships. Don’t forget ones like Marquis Marchosias has sworn a vow of celibacy and will not engage in sex again,” Paimon admitted.

            “I would not be so cruel. No. We’ll use magic to incubate the creature to avoid such friction. However, I will want parents selected that could produce powerful creatures. Just imagine what they could do. Free of the shackles of Paradise. Free to be their own creature. What could they do for the clan? What could they do to the world?” Baal rambled.

            “I don’t think the others would accept that as easily,” Vine commented.

            “Perhaps a rephrasing? What if after seeing and examining the creation of children of Fallen, we are inviting a chance to build and expand the clan? After all, no more Fallen have arrived since the Purge. And I’m sure there might be some Fallen that wish to create something but may not want to endure the process or company,” Zagan suggested.

            “Would we be allowed to partake?” Vine asked.

            Baal hummed. “Yes, but with lower ranks. Not among each other. Too many kings can also cause friction.”

            “Then no higher than a Prince perhaps? We could try our luck with a duke, but there could be a chance of that child being a king just as well as a duke. Though it might be safest with nothing greater than a prince to ensure at least another duke,” Vine pointed out.

            “That I can agree with,” Baal said.

            “And how would you want pairs selected? And keep in mind, there are many Goetia that have established relationships that may not produce strong offspring, but may still want children,” Vine reminded.

            “Why don’t we all submit a list? Vine can handle the existing couples while Zagan, Baal, and I can make our own lists of those not in relationships, but could make powerful creations,” Paimon suggested.

            “I am ok with this,” Zagan said.

            “As am I,” Vine agreed.

            “Then it is settled,” Baal said.

            “Well, on a similar topic. The Marquises are clamoring for stronger demonic spawn. Little are surviving Sabnock’s process. And even if they survive, they are less than ideal during the training process,” Paimon pointed out.

            “Along with them having issues connecting with some Goetia such as Stolas, Vassago, Zepar, Gremory, Buer, Marbas, Camio, Haagenti, and Furcas. As such, these Goetia cannot effectively command. With others like Zepar and Vassago are refusing to at this point,” Vine added.

            “Perhaps these children can offer yet another purpose. To command where the parents cannot,” Baal suggested.

            “So long as we don’t force them. If they fall into it, then so be it. However, if they refuse and pursue other venues, we must allow it,” Zagan commented.

            “Of course, but do our best to encourage it where we can,” Baal insisted.

            “Naturally, though the demon spawn?” Paimon reminded.

            Baal hummed. “If the regular spawn are not enough, perhaps we should create our own as the Virtuous Sins have done. I want all Goetia with a knowledge domain to begin observations on demonic specimen. Have them begin crafting a new species that will fit what we need. And, maybe, just maybe, something more.”

            “More?” Vine asked.

            “Have any Goetia laid with any demons?” Baal asked.

            “Most have not with the exception of Zepar and his little group of heathens. At least to our knowledge,” Paimon answered.

            “They are one of the few that entertain the idea. Though there are some that are curious. Though why are you thinking?” Vine asked.

            “Demons are our opposites, but we are in between now. Not quite angel, not quite demon either. Evident as we must indulge in such earthly needs, but retain some sense of grace. The Seraphim once spoke of unholy unions of demons and angels that could potentially create reality-shattering spawn. I want to see if there is truth to that knowing what we do now,” Baal explained.

            “It would require more research into. Demons are still a largely unexplored area for us. And there is the fact that many Goetia will not lay with a demon. I doubt many would want to create a spawn with a demon even if through magical means,” Vine pointed out.

            “Let’s focus on the research part a little more and worry about the rest of that when the time comes. Who knows. Perhaps it’s not possible or there are serious roadblocks that could prevent us from exploring further,” Zagan said.

            “Then there is no time to waste. I’ll gather the knowledge Goetia and hand out their tasks on your behalf,” Paimon announced.

            “Excellent. Has there been any other notable developments?” Baal asked.

            “From my side, I’ve convinced Prince Stolas to start up a farming community. He took to it quick and we’ve now our own fields filled with produce to feed the clan. We’ve even managed to entice other Goetia such as Amdusias, Orobas, Bifrons, and Buer. Meanwhile, Allocer, Sitri, and Furfur have started keeping beasts like Satan and his imps do,” Vine explained.

            Paimon laughed. “Oh, you should have seen Satan’s face when I told him we wouldn’t need his services anymore. Granted, I may have especially rubbed it in his face since he’s tried to gouge us in recent centuries. Not as bad as Mammon, but still enough that it was getting to be too much.”

            “Do not antagonize the Virtuous Sins, Paimon. We may still need them in years to come,” Baal berated.

            Paimon flinched. “Of course. Forgive me.”

            “Only if you seek forgiveness from Satan. On bended knee if you must,” Baal warned.

            Paimon bowed his head and didn’t respond.

            “Speaking of the Virtuous Sins. I’ve begun working more with Belphegor as she’s made astonishing developments in medicine and health as a whole. While I’m not fond of the more industrialization she’s leaning into, I won’t deny the benefits of working beside her,” Vine said.

            “It has helped greatly in treating the Goetia with abnormalities from their creation. Didn’t you say in providing your own research, you both had discovered patterns which manifests as mental handicaps?” Zagan asked.

            “To put it crudely, yes. One such example is Stolas. By sharing our research with hers from mortals and demons, we’ve noticed similar patterns he has with them like the aversion to change, frustration over changes in plans and schedules, difficulty socializing, preferring to be alone, periods of hyper focusing on subjects and activities he has a keen interest in, and perhaps noticing details many of us don’t. She’s also noted these persons interact differently with the world from those with ‘typical’ minds,” Vine explained.

            Baal hummed. “Is it something we need to worry about?”

            “We’re still looking into it. Personally, I believe this is all natural. We just need to recognize these behaviors and learn to adjust how we interact with those specific Goetia. Just as we have with ones like Marchosias,” Vine said.

            “How is she doing?” Zagan asked.

            “She’s making strides towards a recovery. Ronove is slowly helping her be comfortable with touches such as holding hands and the occasional hug. She’s slowly exposed herself to concepts of kissing and other intimacy through books mostly from Vassago’s collection, but nothing with depictions or implications of sex. She’s also taken it upon herself to wear less armor in a casual, relaxed setting since she’s acknowledged she’s used it as a safety net and needs to be less dependent on it,” Vine explained.

            “To think she endured what she did. And now she’s reclaiming more of herself bit by bit. She’s truly an inspiration,” Zagan remarked.

            “Aside from trauma, we’re also working on a spectrum of attraction with Asmodeus. We’ve discovered that mortals upon birth often have a set attraction to specific genders, have a way they want to express themselves, and even some not experiencing sexual nor romantic attraction. I’ve been slowly introducing these ideas to the clan to help them with discovering themselves for those that want it,” Vine explained.

            “Oh? What have they discovered?” Baal asked.

            “Let’s see. Phenex is aromantic, which is the lack of romantic attraction, but she doesn’t care what gender her sexual partners are, which we named as pansexual. A few others that fall into the pansexual label are Zepar, Vual, Sitri, and Gremory. Gremory also falls into a category of trans given his gender expression. He appears as a woman, but prefers male pronouns. Compare to Goetia like Phenex, Vual, Marchosias, Andras, Leraje, me, Valefar, Focalor, Dantalion, Gaap, Bifrons, Marbas, and Haagenti who have taken to being female presenting as we feel it’s how we were meant to be,” Vine explained.

            Paimon groaned. “Can we move onto something else? My head is hurting with all this.”

            “No. Continue,” Baal said.

            “Thank you, Baal. Aside from aromantic, pansexual, and trans, there are a few other labels a few Goetia took to. Vassago, Shax, Dantalion, and Glasya identify as bisexual, which is an attraction to both genders. Then there is Ahava and Bifrons identify as lesbian, which is an attraction to only women. And then there’s Amadeus, Agares, and possibly Andrealphus that are gay, which is an attraction to only men,” Vine continued.

            “Hold on. I thought Andrealphus and Phenex had been seen together?” Paimon asked.

            “They have been. Andrealphus has admitted he’s not sure how he felt about that encounter. But after he and Vassago started their union, he’s admitted he finds men more favorable. Bifrons and Agares shared similar experiences to Andrealphus where they slept with the opposite gender but didn’t enjoy it as much as with their own,” Vine explained.

            “Fascinating. And have there been those that lack a sexual attraction like how Phenex lacks a romantic attraction?” Baal asked.

            “Yes. Andras, Valefar, Murmur, and Furfur identify as asexual, which is the lack of sexual attraction,” Vine answered.

            “What? But Valefar and Furfur had children. How are they asexual?” Paimon demanded.

            “Because we found just because there is a lack of attraction doesn’t mean all who fall in that category won’t engage in sex. Valefar seems to favor it while Andras, Murmur, and Furfur don’t necessarily care for it, but aren’t repulsed by it,” Vine explained.

            Paimon groaned. “My head hurts.”

            “Suck it up. I’m almost done. Lastly, there are those that identify as both asexual and aromantic. Those being Sabnock, myself, Orobas, Malthus, Marbas, Buer, Malphas, Camio, Ose, and Furcas,” Vine finished.

            “And that last one is the lack of romantic and sexual attraction, correct?” Zagan asked.

            “Yes.”

            “Add me onto that list with you.”

            “I had a hunch, but I didn’t want to assume.”

            “Can we finally move onto a different topic? I have a migraine now,” Paimon whined.

            Baal ignored Paimon. “Such fascinating developments. To think mortals could be so much like us, and us like them. Is this how we are all meant to be? Is this Her true design? Are we more alike than we ever thought?”

            “There is that possibility. As you stated when we walked away from Paradise, there was more than we were being told,” Vine pointed out.

            “But why hide this? Is it not a good thing we are equals? Must we rule and be absolute when it’s not our place?” Baal asked.

            “Well, there is something that could get us answers. However, I ask that this stay between us and off the books,” Vine said.

            A silence washed over the others. Paimon and Zagan tensed while Baal leaned forward.

            “Proceed,” Baal commanded.

            “I found Her,” Vine announced.

            Paimon’s eyes widened and Zagan gasped. The pair exchanged glances as they looked at Baal, who was unreadable.

            “Where was She?” Baal asked.

            “A dimension none could reach unless you force your way as I had. I stumbled upon Her and the horrific state She’s in,” Vine said.

            “How is She? How bad are things?” Zagan asked.

            “It’s as we had hypothesized that She was a single entity. However, She is being torn apart. Namely due to the division of angels, demons, and mankind. And, on top of all that, it was the Sin of Mankind that started this all. When Lilith ran and tempted Eve to eat the fruit of knowledge, who gladly ate it,” Vine explained.

            “What are the specifics?” Baal asked.

            “Two heads. One of horrific darkness and another of purifying light. Two necks splitting into separate sets of arms as Her torso is beginning to split. She cries in agony as every second She is slowly ripped apart because of us,” Vine answered.

            “We must do something then. If She is meant to be one, but is being ripped in two, we must act. Perhaps we could offer some relief,” Zagan pointed out.

            “How? Even if we are a strange in between, there is still a large division. So many that have abandoned Her, worship Her, hate demons, tolerate demons, and so much more. We can’t just command everyone be on the same page. That’s what lead us all here in the first place,” Paimon reminded.

            “Perhaps not that, but encouragement, as I have done. To extol both virtues and sins. Embrace both to fully know Her. However, there is still the issue of the shackles as I see Goetia interested in what I preach, but held back by invisible chains,” Vine commented.

            “We need to rid ourselves of these chains. Zagan, I want you to work on developing some tool to break these invisible shackles,” Baal commanded.

            “How? These chains were designed by Seraphim. They were the ones that changed us. We may have once been part of the upper choirs, but we aren’t anymore. And we’re still lesser than them as Cherubim,” Zagan reminded.

            “Perhaps we can ask the Virtuous Sins for help,” Vine suggested.

            “And have us in their pocket for all eternity? Pass,” Paimon said.

            “If we are to liberate ourselves, we will need help,” Vine protested.

            “I agree. We simply aren’t strong enough to compete with the power of a Seraph. And it was an entire council of them that committed these acts,” Zagan added.

            “And even if we do things the natural way and break free on our own, who knows how long that will be. Or if we even can break free,” Vine said.

            “We surely can. We’re all here, aren’t we? We wouldn’t be here if their hold was absolute,” Paimon argued.

            “Unless their hold cannot be absolute. Where even the Seraphim are just as flawed as us. Which means there must be a way to shatter their holds on us forevermore,” Baal stated.

            “That still leaves the question of how,” Zagan reminded.

            Baal hummed. “Vine, propose this idea to Belphegor. See what you two can work out. Make a deal only if you absolutely must.”

            “Understood,” Vine said.

            “I have heard Amsodeus is making strides in technological advancements. Perhaps I could confer with him? Build a rapport and work towards this goal?” Zagan suggested.

            “You have my blessing to proceed with that,” Baal said.

            “And me?” Paimon asked.

            “You are going to go to Satan, beg for forgiveness on your hands and knees, and complete whatever penance he deems necessary to make up for your transgression. Do I make myself clear?” Baal hissed.

            Paimon bowed his head. “Yes.”

            “Aside from seeking penance, I want you to organize the knowledge domain Goetia and hand out their tasks of researching the demons. In addition, I want an announcement made regarding the children. Zagan, could you write it up? As was described earlier as a way to expand the clan?” Baal instructed.

            “I can,” Zagan said.

            “Thank you. And Vine? Keep up the good work,” Baal said.

            Vine bowed her head.

            “Any other matters that need to be addressed?” Baal asked.

            Silence.

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            Vassago and Andrealphus entered the entry parlor of their and Stolas’ palace. The pair had their arms wrapped around each other as they laughed and shared their accounts of the party. They headed through the door to Vassago’s wing and headed for the library. They stepped inside and were greeted with Stolas glowering at them, but mostly Vassago.

            “Stolas! What brings you by my humble collection? Come to get some reading material?” Vassago asked nonchalantly.

            “I want an explanation,” Stolas demanded.

            Vassago furrowed his brows in confusion. “What did I do this time?”

            “I think he means us,” Andrealphus remarked.

            “Don’t…! I don’t want to hear you, Andrealphus. I want Vassago to answer,” Stolas barked.

            Andrealphus put his hands up and started towards the door, but Vassago grabbed him and pulled him back.

            “We will answer together. If you have a problem with that, you can leave now,” Vassago warned.

            Stolas considered and frowned. “So long as you are completely honest with me.”

            “I had no plans of being dishonest. Not when it comes to Andy and I.”

            “Then tell me how this happened. How could you allow yourself to fall for a monster like him?”

            Vassago took a sharp breath while Andrealphus flinched and looked away.

            “I had begun to fall for Andy long before we fell. When we first learned of our hidden domains and I saw the future, my future. When I saw myself and Andy in these visions as partners in every sense of the word. As we went about our days, I found myself drawn to him more and when it came time to fall, I made sure I would fall with him,” Vassago explained.

            “How? You two barely spent time together outside of our work hours. And even then, you never interacted with him,” Stolas rebutted.

            “Well, looking back, there were always the glances in my direction, the orchestration of him watching me train, and the periodic conversations where we exchanged philosophical talking points,” Andrealphus admitted.

            Stolas shot Andrealphus a glare. Andrealphus turned away, but Vassago stepped in Stolas’ view and returned the glare.

            “Andy is allowed to speak. This does involve him as much as me,” Vassago reminded.

            Stolas didn’t respond.

            “Regardless, he is right. I did do all that. And as always, you were utterly oblivious to it all. Never seeing what was obvious from the start,” Vassago added.

            “He’s not the only one,” Andrealphus remarked.

            “You… fair.”

            “But how could you forgive him for all he’s done to me?” Stolas demanded.

            “Because he admitted he was wrong. He consciously worked to atone and make amends where he could. And I tried to tell you. I told you that Andy wasn’t pursuing you anymore. He no longer lurked in your shadow, scheming to win you over, but you didn’t listen,” Vassago shot back.

            “Why would I? Not after he spent four millennia harassing me. And maybe longer.”

            “Not ‘maybe longer.’ It ended nine centuries ago when he let go of the pursuit of you. He worked to move on and seek his prince elsewhere. He was even branded by Phenex to remind him to let you go when he dared to relapse. He atoned for what he did not just in my eyes, but the entire clan. Except for you.”

            “And why didn’t you tell me directly about all of this? Why is this the first time I’m hearing about?”

            “Dammit, Stolas, open your eyes. There’s more going on outside your little bubble. If you had just paid attention, you’d have seen what everyone else has!”

            “And why would I pay any attention to the person that tormented me for four thousand years?”

            “He does have a point, Vassago,” Andrealphus interjected.

            “So do I,” Vassago argued.

            “Yes, but we just assumed he had heard from word of mouth like the rest of the clan. We should have known better than to think that when it came to Stolas. Especially when he only spends time with Andras.”

            “Then why didn’t you? Why did you leave me to discover all this like this? That you had been together for eight centuries. That you, Vassago, knew all along that you were Andre’s ‘Prince of Stars’ he was looking for. That you also allowed Andrealphus to harass me for those four thousand years and did nothing!”

            “I did do something! I tried all I could to get Andy to stop pursuing you and see I was who he was looking for. I pushed and pushed and pushed until he refused to listen to a word I said. Until every time he saw me, we would break down into a fight on the spot. I watched my future slip further and further away until I realized there was nothing I could do. Andy wouldn’t listen. You were too cowardly to stand up to him. And no one else gave a damn at the time.”

            “Admittedly, why would they? We were no more than strangers brought together because we had nowhere else to go. It took time to build the bonds we have now. Until then, why get involved with a stranger’s affairs when you have your own to sort out?” Andrealphus pointed out.

            “I know, but it didn’t help at the time. I felt like I had lost you to your obsession because I pushed you deeper into it. I couldn’t bear to live in the present that I caused. I retreated to a future I believed I had ruined. My hope was gone and all I had left was despair. Even as visions of Marchosias getting fed up with your antics slipped in. Even of a conversation where Phenex set you straight. I couldn’t dare let myself hope, until you came to me. And the conversation we had that lined up with a vision that led me to the future I thought I lost,” Vassago explained.

            “It was a messy road getting here, but we’re finally together. It’s all behind us,” Andrealphus said.

            “No, it’s not. Vassago, please. I understand that you saw this future, but reconsider. Andrealphus is not a good match. I’m sure you can find others that’ll love you more. You don’t have to settle for a cretin like him,” Stolas begged.

            “No, Stolas,” Vassago said.

            “Please! I don’t want to see my closet friend, my brother, with someone that hurt both of us. You said it yourself. His obsession hurt you just as it hurt me. Don’t let yourself be blinded by a future that may not even happen.”

            “I’m not blind, Stolas. I see all paths before me. This is just the future I want to make happen. For us to all be together, happy, and a family. That does include you, but you’ll need to accept this. Accept that Andy and I are together and nothing you say will change that.”

            “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept that. He hurt us once, and he may hurt us again. And that’s not a risk I’ll take.”

            “Please, reconsider.”

            Stolas shook his head and left the library. Andrealphus and Vassago stood in silence for several moments. Andrealphus reached out when Vassago turned and buried his face in Andrealphus’ shoulder. Andrealphus’ eyes widened when he heard Vassago’s soft sobs.

            “I knew this would happen. I knew he’d refuse to accept it. He would always refuse it,” Vassago cried.

            “Is that why you never told him?” Andrealphus asked.

            “Not… not completely. I did think he’d learn from the clan, but you were right. It was foolish to think he would, but I still hoped he would. I hoped we wouldn’t have this conversation.”

            “What should we do now? I know Stolas is important to you. If he will not accept us, should we continue this?”

            “What? Of course! I told you once, we would have to give up each other if we wanted to placate Stolas. But neither of us were willing to do that at the time. And it hasn’t changed for me.”

            “You will continue to drive Stolas away. He may even come to resent you along with me.”

            “I know he will.”

            “Don’t you want to change it? He cares about you deeply. Clearly as he sees you as a brother instead of a common friend.”

            “Sometimes the future doesn’t want to change. Even if the path changes, the destination will be the same.”

            “So, there could still be hope he comes around?”

            “I certainly hope so. Even if he doesn’t, I won’t give you up. I wanted you long before our falls. That hasn’t changed. Not before, not now, and not in the future. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

            “Then I will trust you in this. I know I already burned all bridges with Stolas after all I had done to him. I just didn’t want to cause more pain to either of you with my presence alone.”

            “You… you will for a long while still. While you didn’t do anything extreme like what Marchosias went through, you still hurt him badly. And you’ve seen how long it has taken Marchosias to get even to this point.”

            “Marchosias is not the same as Stolas. While they both endured harassment, what Marchosias went through is… beyond tragedy.”

            “You really shouldn’t be comparing trauma and hardship.”

            “I know, but I cannot help it in this case. Stolas did suffer longer, but I never did the things Adam did to Marchosias. My conduct is still inexcusable, but it was not the exact same.”

            “I… suppose you have a point, but Stolas was still hurt. He just needs time to heal. And hopefully he’ll come to terms with all this. I hope.”

            “I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?”

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4,900 years after Starfall

4,100 years before Revolution

            Stolas arrived at Andras’ private study as was their scheduled hangout. Despite not needing to shadow her anymore, they developed a friendship. One of the only ones he had a relationship with outside of Vassago. He often wondered if he should make other friends, but wasn’t sure how to. With Andras it was because they were forced together. While it worked out for them, he didn’t think it would work with others.

            Stolas sighed and stepped inside. He paused when he saw Murmur with Andras as they used their powers to create fancy outfits. He tilted his head and approached.

            “Duke Murmur. Marquis Andras,” Stolas announced.

            “Prince Stolas,” Murmur said.

            “Prince Stolas. What brings you by?” Andras asked.

            “It’s our usual hangout,” Stolas pointed out.

            “Oh. Andras, did you not tell him?” Murmur asked.

            “I had. Stolas, remember? There’s to be a ball today. All Goetia are expected to attend,” Andras explained.

            Frustration tore through Stolas at the reminder that felt more like sudden news and change of plans. “O-oh. I must have forgot. Just, uh, what is the ball for?”

            “Paimon wanted to celebrate Ahava’s coming of age and properly welcome her into the ranks of the Goetia clan,” Murmur explained.

            “Oh. And, uh, who is Ahava?” Stolas asked.

            “Have you not heard? She is Zepar and Vual’s daughter,” Murmur answered.

            “Did they adopt her after her fall?” Stolas asked.

            “No. Vual gave birth to her.”

            “I don’t understand.”

            Murmur took a step back and looked concerned. He glanced down at Andras.

            “Stolas, you really need to get your head out of your books, the stars, and plants. There is a whole world going on outside. While Zepar and Vual weren’t the first to discover we can reproduce, they did have a child,” Andras explained.

            Stolas’ eyes lit up with curiosity. “I didn’t think such a thing was possible. Do the Kings know?”

            “I would hope so. Ahava has lived with us for about three hundred years. Today is actually her three hundredth birthday. And like with Amadeus, we’re throwing a ball. Though on time for the birthday now that we know they become full adults at this age,” Murmur explained.

            “Three hundred? Why so long to reach adulthood? Mortals reach it within twenty-five years of life,” Stolas remarked.

            “We don’t know. Something with how we age differently I suppose. Regardless, we’re all expected to attend. You too,” Andras said.

            “Oh, uh, is Andrealphus going to be there? I would rather not be in the same room as him,” Stolas said.

            “How come? Are you two still not getting along?” Murmur asked.

            “I just don’t want to be near him. He’s left me alone more recently, but I fear he’ll fall back to his old tricks.”

            Andras snorted. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. At all.”

            “I do have to agree. He seems to have completely abandoned the pursuit of you,” Murmur added.

            “I doubt it. Not until he finds the prince he’s looking for,” Stolas remarked.

            “Right. Moving on. You do need to attend. I hear that even Baal is going to make an appearance. They want to see all the kids,” Andras pointed out.

            “Which others are there?” Stolas asked.

            “Well, there’s Prince Umbra, Prince Noctis, and Prince Amadeus. Ahava is going to be earning the title of Duke at tonight’s celebration,” Andras explained.

            “Although you could argue they’re all going to be officially getting their titles tonight with Baal’s appearance. No disrespect to Paimon, but everything does feel more official when it comes from Baal,” Murmur remarked.

            “I do have to agree. Paimon and Baal share very similar airs about them, but there’s just something about Baal that is so… different. Like, Paimon has more of this confidence that feels grandfatherly. While Baal is mysterious. You feel terrified when their gaze falls on you, but also this deep understanding,” Andras added.

            “Truly? And Baal will be there?” Stolas asked.

            “Yes. And we’ll be dragging you along with us to make sure you don’t try to weasel out of it,” Andras warned.

            “Ok, but will my current clothes be ok? I’m not very creative when it comes to clothes like many other Goetia are,” Stolas said.

            “That makes two of us. I was planning on simple black robes and maybe a hood,” Murmur admitted.

            “I shall be wearing something simple too. No need to draw so much attention,” Andras remarked.

            “What will you be wearing?” Stolas asked.

            Andras snapped her fingers as her military garb became a veil that covered her from head to toe. Stolas’ eyes widened as no features were visible on her. Just her silhouette and the glow of her eyes.

            Murmur smiled and looked dreamily at Andras. “You look beautiful, Dread Queen.”

            “Dread Queen?” Stolas asked.

            “Yeah. Some of the spirits that find us have started referring to us as their various gods they made up. Murmur’s favorite to call me is Dread Queen,” Andras explained.

            “Well, you are the harsher of the two of us. And the one neither dead nor living would want to anger. Much like this Dread Queen,” Murmur said.

            “Mortals are such strange creatures,” Stolas remarked.

            “They are, but let us not dwell on such creatures. We have a celebration to attend. Get changed, Unseen One,” Andras barked.

            Stolas raised a brow when he saw Murmur smile and change to the black hooded robes. Murmur snapped his fingers and they were teleported into a massive ballroom.

            Stolas’ eyes widened at the large company of Goetia partygoers and demonic servants that waited on them. Music and the buzz of countless conversations reached him as he felt frustration boil over in him. He took a deep breath as he forced it down. He had to stay. Baal expected everyone to be here, him included.

            Stolas remained in place as Murmur left him and Andras. Andras started towards the Marquises, but stopped as she turned back to him.

            “Will you be ok?” Andras asked.

            “Oh, I should be fine. I hope,” Stolas said.

            Andras frowned. “Well, just be fine until Baal appears. After that, we can leave and hang out. Ok?”

            Stolas’ eyes lit up as some of the frustration eased up. “Ok.”

            Andras turned to leave again, then turned back to Stolas. “Would you want to stay with me? I know Vassago is around here somewhere, and if you’d prefer to be with him, that’s fine too.”

            “Could I stay with you for a little bit? At least until I find Vassago?” Stolas asked.

            Andras smiled and nodded. Stolas trailed behind Andras as they joined Marchosias and Ronove. Stolas’ eyes widened to see Marchosias in a simple, elegant cream dress with very little armor. He hadn’t seen Marchosias in anything other than full plate armor. Andras gasped and approached Marchosias.

            “Sia, look at you. You look radiant. How are you feeling?” Andras asked.

            Marchosias approached Andras and took her hands. “Exposed. I’m not sure I can do this. I fear I’ve taken too big of a step.”

            “Breathe. In and out. You’re safe here,” Andras reminded.

            Marchosias nodded. She took deep breaths in and out while she clung to Andras.

            “Where are the rest of the Marquises?” Stolas asked.

            “Huh? Oh, uh, Leraje, Shax, and Sabnock are guarding us. Phenex should be with Paimon as they prepare the entertainment for tonight. Andrealphus I haven’t seen yet, but I assume he’s with Vassago,” Marchosias said.

            “Vassago is in the back with Phenex, Paimon, and the other entertainers. Andrealphus is late,” Ronove corrected.

            Marchosias scoffed. “What’s taking him so long? Usually he’d be first here.”

            Ronove chuckled. “Sia, we all know why he’s taking so long. You think he’d pass up an opportunity to dazzle him?”

            “Right. Right. I sometimes forget. Although this isn’t about him, so he better dress modestly.”

            “Modestly? For the Goetia? We may be among the exceptions, but many love to show off. You saw Phenex, right? And don’t forget Vassago.”

            “Fair point. I suppose it’s a sign of progress, right? The chains are loosening and we’re all finding new freedoms again. Even if it is a bit too much at times.”

            Stolas hummed as he looked around. He hadn’t noticed the opulence many of the Goetia, who had dressed themselves in clothes of their elements. All seemed to be competing with each other for the flashiest outfit. He grimaced and looked away, feeling overwhelmed already and didn’t want to make it worse. Especially as his nerves ate away at him.

            The other Marquises had mentioned Andrealphus was late and was taking his time getting ready to dazzle someone. They may not have said who, but Stolas feared they meant him. He hoped they were joking. He really wanted to believe that Andrealphus was done with him, but he couldn’t shake the suspicions.

            Stolas shivered as he felt a slight chill. He froze and glanced in the direction of the chill. His fears confirmed as Andrealphus strolled in as he looked Andrealphus up and down.

            Andrealphus was more modestly dressed compared to the assembly at first glance with a long-sleeved tight-fitting shirt with a pair of twin long sheer capes that came from the black epaulets, black pants, and black boots. However, it was the smaller details that made him pop. The sleeves of his shirt and the sheer capes transitioned from pitch black to a pale yellow/white like the breaking of light. Each had white crystals embroidered on that made those parts shimmer brilliantly in the light. His shirt was backless with crystals from black to the pale yellow/white hanging from the epaulets over the exposed back and under the cape.

            Stolas admitted to himself that Andrealphus looked sharp, but didn’t understand why the outfit took so long to assemble. He puzzled over it when he heard a few whistles from other Goetia. He turned to see Zepar and his crew whistling at Andrealphus, who was blushing. They showered him with compliments while Zepar called out for Vassago. He gasped and turned to see Vassago poke his head out from behind some curtains.

            Stolas stepped forward towards Vassago when Vassago darted out. Vassago streaked across the room at impossible speeds into Andrealphus’ arms. Stolas furrowed his brows as Andrealphus caught Vassago and lifted him up. Stolas couldn’t see anything but felt uneasy looking at them. He worked through the feelings when Zepar and his group erupted in cheers and hollers.

            “Would you knock it off already? This is nothing new!” Andrealphus barked.

            “Then stop making it fun, sweetheart!” Vual called.

            “You are kinda encouraging it,” Vassago agreed.

            Andrealphus snorted. “Whatever. Go back to your set up before Phenex comes looking for you.”

            “I will in a sec. I want to see check something.”

            Vassago jumped out of Andrealphus’ arms and circled around to Andrealphus’ back. Stolas watched as they exchanged soft words he couldn’t hear. His unease grew until he saw Vassago wrap his arms around Andrealphus’ torso and rest his head on Andrealphus’ shoulder. His eyes widened in shock as his stomach dropped when Vassago and Andrealphus shared a kiss. He watched Vassago return back behind the curtains in utter confusion when he saw Vassago’s outfit was the exact same as Andrealphus’ with the colors inversed.

            Stolas clutched his stomach as he fought back his revulsion, unease, and frustration. He hadn’t seen what he did. He refused to believe it. It was just yesterday that Vassago and Andrealphus hated each other. Just yesterday that Andrealphus stalked him while always arguing with Vassago. How did they go from peace-shattering fights to soft-spoken words and kisses overnight?

            Stolas stepped back to flee the ballroom when the lights dimmed. He froze in place as an oppressive force willed him to stay. He gulped as fear crept up as he had felt similar powers from Paimon when he tried to escape him, but these felt different. He glanced around to see the other Goetia had stopped all conversation and turned towards the front of the room where the curtains were set up. He turned towards them too as the curtains were pulled back.

            Smoke was the first to seep out from behind the curtains. Then a massive hulking figure that stood twenty feet tall, double the height of the dukes. It was wrapped in a black heavy cloak with silver embroidery in the upper portion that looked like wings folded over the chest that gave way to red at the top of the cloak. Silver metal framed the shoulders outside the cloak and up the neck that framed the face, obscuring any defining details. A plain white mask covered the top half of the face with red fabric over the bottom half. Silver horns jutted from the top of the head with a black crown between them. A black spiked halo sat behind the figure along with black, featherless metal wings.

            Stolas’ jaw dropped as he fell on bended knee, along with every Goetia except the kings. Vine, Zagan, and Paimon took their true forms as they took their places beside the imposing figure. Vine turned into a green viper and Zagan became a golden bull as they both stood around sixteen feet. Paimon transformed into a white cat and was the shortest at fourteen feet. They surrounded the figure with Vine on the left, Zagan on the right, and Paimon right in front off to the right with Zagan.

            Paimon opened his mouth, but stopped. He glanced back, bowed his head, and stepped out of the way. The figure strolled forth a couple feet, silent and still like a specter.

            “Ahava, Umbra, Noctis, Amadeus. To me,” a voice commanded.

            Stolas shuddered at the voice. It was male and female. One voice and hundreds of voices. It was everything and nothing. It rattled him to his core that utterly terrified him, but also offered a strange sensation of peace and comfort.

            Stolas turned his head as a group of four unfamiliar Goetia approached the figure. He raised a brow at the strange combinations of animals these four were. One was rabbit and bat woman, another was a lovebird and some kind of cat man, and the last two were a pair of chipmunk and deer, one man and one woman. The group knelt before the figure.

            “Rise,” the figure demanded.

            The four rose, but kept their heads bowed. The figure knelt and poked a gloved hand from under the cloak. It held out its hand in front of the rabbit/bat Goetia. The rabbit/bat woman gingerly stepped onto the fingertips of the hand before the figure raised the woman up to eye level. The woman kept her head bowed before she slowly lifted it and smiled. The woman stepped forward and did a showy curtsey. The figure chuckled before it nuzzled the woman.

            “Duke Ahava of the Ars Goetia,” the figure said in a lighter, amused tone.

            “Thank you, Elder,” Ahava mused.

            The figure put Ahava down and held out its hand for the lovebird/cat man, but he was shoved out of the way by the chipmunk/deer duo. The figure shot them a look, but they just smiled and stepped onto the hand. The figure lifted them up as with Ahava and looked at them. The woman bowed while the man just slid and sat on the hand. The woman shot him a glare before she kicked him off the hand.

            The figure was shocked by the action, but chuckled. It reached down and peeled the man off the floor before it plopped him back on its hand. The man shot the woman a nasty, vengeful glare while the woman held her head high.

            “Prince Umbra of the Ars Goetia and Prince Noctis of the Ars Goetia,” the figure announced.

            “Thank you, Elder,” Umbra and Noctis said.

            The figure put Umbra and Noctis back on the ground. The pair took their place beside Ahava, but their eyes never left each other. Stolas feared a fight may break out between the pair, but they behaved themselves.

            The figure turned to the last one, the lovebird/cat man. He straightened himself as he stepped onto the figure’s hand. It lifted him up to its eye level as the man dropped to a knee like a knight bowing to a sovereign. It didn’t laugh or make a noise. It bowed its head before it nuzzled him.

            “Prince Amadeus of the Ars Goetia,” the figure declared.

            “Thank you, Elder!” Amadeus cheered.

            The figure lowered Amadeus to the ground and stepped back. Paimon stepped forward as the figure retreated into the shadows.

            “Let the first dance begin!” Paimon declared.

            The dance floor cleared as Amadeus, Ahava, Umbra, and Noctis stepped out with their respective parents. Music swelled and filled the room as they danced through the first song. The second song started as the main four stepped off the dance floor and other Goetia filled it. Stolas spotted Zepar and Vual, Murmur and Andras, Gremory and Dantalion, Valefar and Shax, Marchosias and Ronove, Malthus and Focalor, and Glasya and Leraje. Stolas scanned the couples until he spotted the golden feathers of Vassago and the icy white of Andrealphus. Stolas’ stomach lurched as the pair joyously joined the other couples.

            “Stolas, darling! Glad you could make it,” Phenex said.

            Stolas glanced at Phenex as she stood beside him, but otherwise ignored her.

            “Quite a lovely occasion. To think we’re capable of creation in such ways, well, it still feels nothing short of a miracle,” Phenex continued.

            Stolas didn’t respond.

            “Nothing? Truly? I would have thought you’d have questions. This is completely new territory for all of us. And being the most curious of us, I thought you’d be pestering everyone in the pursuit of knowledge,” Phenex remarked.

            “I am curious, but it’s soured by the atrocity I’ve seen tonight,” Stolas hissed.

            Phenex took a step back before she put a hand on Stolas’ shoulder. “Stolas, darling, what happened? Do you want to talk?”

            “I don’t want to talk. I want to get out of here,” Stolas answered.

            Phenex hummed before she teleported her and Stolas out of the ballroom. She pushed him down onto a chair as he looked around. He discovered they were on a rooftop balcony with the perfect view of the stars above. She snapped her fingers as torches lit up around the balcony, causing him to recoil from the harsh light.

            “Too much? Let me dim them,” Phenex said.

            The fire of the torches dimmed to a bearable level. Stolas sighed and turned to Phenex as she took a seat across from him. He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand, stopping him. He tilted his head when he heard the soft patter of footsteps. He turned as an imp demon stepped quickly and lightly with a tray in hand. The imp slid the tray on the table between them. He glanced over it to see it had a teapot, a pair of teacups, and assorted pastries. The imp bowed and moved to leave when Phenex called for her.

            “Deirdre, hold a moment. Come here,” Phenex ordered.

            Deirdre silently moved beside Phenex. She kept her head bowed as Phenex pulled out a red envelope and held it out.

            “Here you are, darling. I meant to give it to you before I headed out,” Phenex said.

            Deirdre looked up as her face scrunched in confusion. “Is this-?”

            “It is. The others I have employed surely would have told you I offer stipends to those in my service and care. This is yours.”

            “They had but I-! Thank you!” Deirdre exclaimed.

            “It’s the least I could do, darling. Use it well. And from now on your foreman will hand these out. So, you’ll get your next one from them.”

            “Understood. Thank you again, Lady Phenex.”

            Deirdre took the envelope and left Phenex and Stolas. Phenex poured herself a cup of tea and offered Stolas one, but he declined.

            “Come now, darling. Some tea might help with whatever is going on,” Phenex encouraged.

            “Tea won’t help with this,” Stolas said.

            “Why not? What has you all riled up?”

            Stolas considered. “How did Vassago forgive Andrealphus so quickly for everything? It was just yesterday they were at each other’s throats, but now they’re all lovey with each other.”

            “Oh. Oh, dear. Stolas, they’ve been together for about eight centuries now.”

            “They what? That can’t be. I would surely have noticed.”

            “Then why haven’t you? Because the entire clan knows.”

            “They do? How?”

            “Well, darling, they haven’t been trying to hide it. Granted there was no big announcement. I imagine that was more Andrealphus’ decision. He’s a lot like the other Marquises when it comes to these things. Very unsure and doesn’t want things public until he’s sure about what he’s doing. Though Vassago is slowly pushing him out of that comfort zone. I mean, you saw what Andrealphus was wearing, right? Darling Andre would never be caught wearing that if not for Vassago.”

            “Right. And not him just covering up he might still want me,” Stolas remarked.

            “Stolas, Andre is not covering up anything. He has moved on from you and is with Vassago.”

            “Then why not make some grandiose announcement? Why keep it secretive?”

            “Stolas, we’re no better than those children born into the clan. Stumbling, lost, and unsure. We lost a lot of certainty when we all fell. And we’ve found ourselves in situations we were never prepared to handle. We’ve all had to learn just as mortals and demons do. That includes areas of love, relationships, and all that. And while there are those like Vassago who are brazenly confident, there are those that are quieter and hesitant in their approaches like Andre.”

            “I suppose, but it doesn’t explain everything else. Why would Vassago choose him? How could Vassago forgive Andrealphus for everything Andrealphus has done? And why didn’t he at least tell me? Why did he leave me to learn in this way?”

            “I can’t answer all your questions, but I do have some answers. Vassago always loved Andre. The fighting between them was born from Vassago’s own despair and hopelessness as Andre fruitlessly pursued you. It wasn’t until the other Marquises got more involved that Andre began to understand the mistakes he made. In acts of atonement, Andre left you completely alone and made amends with Vassago. Since then, he and Vassago have been inseparable as Vassago allowed himself to hope once again.”

            “But why Andrealphus of all Goetia? Why couldn’t it have been anyone else?”

            Phenex hesitated, then sighed. “Because Vassago was the Prince of Stars that Andre had been looking for… and Vassago knew.”

            Stolas gasped. “He was… and he… why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t he do something? Why would he let me be harassed?”

            “Hold on, Stolas. Vassago didn’t just allow it. He tried to stop Andre, but Andre wouldn’t listen. Andre was so convinced it was you that he wouldn’t accept it being anyone else. Not until we could finally get through to him. But now you don’t have to worry about Andre harassing you. Andre has his prince and Vassago has the love of his life. It all worked out in the end.”

            Stolas shook his head and left Phenex. She watched him vanish and then sighed. She stared into her teacup when she heard the flapping of wings. She leaned back as arms hugged her shoulders. She glanced back to see a red-pink skinned succubus who was her foreman.

            “Sarai? What brings you out here?” Phenex asked.

            “I came to check on you when Deirdre said you were up here. Did something happen at the party?” Sarai asked.

            “Stolas only just learned about Andre and Vassago’s relationship at the party.”

            “Oh. How had he not known before now? Those two are the furthest thing from subtle and secretive.”

            “I swear sometimes Stolas only sees what he wants to, and that’s even if he can be bothered to look up from his books. He thought it happened overnight, not even realizing it had been eight centuries already.”

            “Doesn’t that feel like overnight to you guys?”

            “Not exactly. I would say a month your time feels like overnight. But eight centuries? That’s more like sixty some odd years by demon and human standards.”

            “That long? I don’t think you can really blame the Marquis and Prince for someone else’s lack of his environment.”

            “I hadn’t planned on it. I just… I’m worried I made things worse. I said things I thought would help ease him, but it seems to have upset him more.”

            “Like what?”

            “Why Vassago would choose Andre, Andre’s atonement, why they had fought before, why Vassago couldn’t help Stolas sooner, and things like that. I’m wondering now if I should have kept my mouth shut.”

            “It’s difficult to tell. We never really know how people will react, though we’d like to think we would. I do think he would have learned, either from you or from Vassago and Andrealphus.”

            “True, and who knows what that would be like. Should I go check on them? Make sure everything is alright?”

            “I think it might be best if you check in once you’ve woken up. I know you’re worried, but I see exhaustion in your eyes. You need to rest.”

            Phenex opened her mouth to protest, then sighed. “You’re right. You’re right. I’ll rest and check on them in the morning.”

            “Would you like some company?”

            “I… you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like I’m-.”

            “Forcing you, making you uncomfortable, so on, and so on. And as I’ve told you countless times before, Phe-Phe, if I’m offering, then there is no compulsion, fear, or discomfort. Besides, I’ve slept with worse.”

            Phenex snorted and nudged Sarai playfully. Sarai laughed and nuzzled Phenex.

            “I’ll prepare your chamber. And perhaps a surprise or two,” Sarai whispered.

            “I’ll be sure to be there soon. Lest this surprise grow bored,” Phenex mused.

            Sarai smiled and kissed Phenex’s cheek before she left.

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Excessive fur and vibrant dress compensate for smaller size and lack of color in feathers

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Similar habit of wearing gold around the neck as sister

Fur collar and trim soft like snow

Adorned with rubies

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            Vassago tossed and turned in bed. His eyes wide open as they glowed a bright yellow. He took short, ragged breaths as he was trapped again in visions of the future. Potential events played on repeat throughout the night as they had for weeks. Every vision had him with Andrealphus in a myriad of situations. The most frequent were as partners in intimate scenes, domestic life, and surrounded by faces that looked like both of them.

            Vassago let out a gasp as the visions faded and he sat upright. He looked around his room towards his clock, seeing it was the dawning hour. He let out a loud groan and fell back. His body ached with phantom pains of love, his eyes heavy but refused to close, and every fiber of him was exhausted. The visions had only gotten worse over the weeks and the frequency ramped up. He had to do something.

            Vassago got up and quickly put himself together. He dressed himself in clothes of light and disappeared. He reappeared in a parlor with dim, warm lights giving the room a sensual, romantic atmosphere. Several sets of red velour couches were arranged in sections around the room. He moved across the room and sat on one of the couches. He stared at his hands as the seconds crawled by before someone arrived.

            Vassago glanced up at a tall, top heavy rabbit man that was a couple heads taller than him. The man had a short robe thrown over his body and loosely tied around the waist. The man smiled and threw his hands up in a welcome.

            “Dearest Goetia, welcome to our humble den. What can we do for you in these-?” the man started.

            “Zepar, I need help. Where is Gremory?” Vassago asked.

            Zepar blinked and looked down. His shock changed to a big grin as he plopped down beside Vassago.

            “My favorite birdie! I thought the presence was familiar. What help can we offer?” Zepar asked.

            “I need to see Gremory. I’m having trouble with visions and he’s the only one I know of with divination besides Andrealphus and Stolas,” Vassago said.

            “Oh? Why not go to them then?”

            “I can’t.”

            “Why not?”

            “Because… because the visions are about Andrealphus.”

            Zepar gasped. “Details, details! What visions are they?”

            Vassago blushed. “Well, a little bit of everything, but mostly him and I as… partners. In every sense of the word. Sexual, romantic, platonic, all of it.”

            “That’s amazing!”

            Vassago frowned and looked away.

            “Right? You do like him, right? That’s what you told us.”

            “I do. I’ve wanted him for a long time. And he’s over Stolas, leaving him alone, and he’s been with me every day for the past century.”

            “Then what’s the issue? Does he not reciprocate?”

            “I’m… I’m not sure. Maybe he would. We’ve found ourselves in countless encounters where we were close. I’ve taken to testing the waters more these past weeks to test him a little. He’s not pushed me away and we’ve often been inches from kissing.”

            “But?”

            “But I just… I stop myself. He does too. I’m not sure his reasons, but I just… what if I’m rushing things? The future is a fickle thing that shouldn’t be tampered with. I learned with Gremory that things will happen when they happen. It’s not wise to rush things. And I’ve always seen visions of me and Andrealphus.”

            “But they’ve gotten more frequent?”

            “They have. So much that they’re consuming me at night. I can’t rest because they’re forced on me. It was every few days, but this past week, it’s been every night. I’m thrown into these visions so much that I feel everything that happens in them. Normally I would just see and that’s it, but not anymore. And it’s torture during the more intimate visions.”

            “Because you feel everything in them?”

            “Yes. His hands on my body, the kisses, bites, and just all of him.”

            “Ah. That explains your frustration. It is quite palpable.”

            “It’s why I can’t go to Andrealphus or Stolas. I don’t know how Andrealphus will react if I just tell him. He’s more a man of action than a man of words. And Stolas, well, even if Andrealphus has completely abandoned the pursuit and everything, Stolas is unconvinced of Andrealphus’ change. It’s why I need Gremory.”

            “Well, Gremory is still asleep. However! I am still here. And I may not share the both of your views on the future, I believe this is no longer a matter of the future, but of love! I believe this increase in visions is a sign. The future is here!”

            “Are you sure? Can’t we confer with Gremory?”

            “No need. What we need is action! As I will not sit by while you suffer, dear Vassago. Love is in your grasp, and we must not let it slip away. Future or not, something must be done!”

            “But if we push things-!”

            Zepar put his hands on Vassago’s shoulders and stared at him. “We cannot think like that. We must act in the present with no thought of the future. We cannot allow doubts to stop us from what we want now. For nothing is more important than the present.”

            “I disagree.”

            Zepar sighed. “Fine. I’ll get Gremory if my words aren’t enough. Wait here.”

            Zepar vanished. Vassago waited until Zepar returned with a tall, lovebird woman also dressed in a nightrobe.

            “Prince Vassago,” Gremory said.

            “Duke Gremory,” Vassago said.

            “Zepar tells me of your visions and your crisis.”

            “Yes. I need guidance. I’m not sure if I should act. I want to. I really do, but I don’t want to rush things. I tried to once, but it ended badly. It just pushed Andrealphus further away. I can’t do that again.”

            “Well, from what Zepar says, it seems you two are closer than you’ve ever been. To the point of being a breath away. It may be time to act,” Gremory explained.

            “That’s what I said!” Zepar exclaimed.

            “Zepar, shut up,” Gremory said.

            Zepar gasped and ranted. Gremory rolled his eyes and turned back to Vassago.

            “Let today be the day, Vassago. It’s time to unite with your Prince of Darkness.”

            Vassago’s eyes widened as they misted over. “You promise?”

            “I do. I’ll even help.

            Zepar stopped ranting and crossed his arms. “I want to help too.”

            “You can help too,” Gremory said.

            Zepar’s face lit up as he rambled about possible plans. Gremory sighed and shook his head with a smile. Gremory stood and offered a hand to Vassago.

            “Come, Vassago. The future is today.”

~~

            Andrealphus woke up as the sun began to set. He sighed and sat up for a moment. He waited for Phenex, who arrived right on time. He glanced at her as she held up a sketch of a simple outfit of a long-sleeved shirt with puffy sleeves and cuffs at the wrists, high-waist, tight pants, and boots.

            “Get dressed. You’ve got a prince to woo,” Phenex said.

            Andrealphus sucked in a breath as his nerves ate away at him. He got out of bed as he was about to create his clothes from ice but stopped. He instead made the clothes of darkness and cosmos. He added chains around the shirt that twinkled like stars against the dark clothes. He stood and created a solid black cape with stars on the underside.

            “Ooo! Look at you! Very fancy, Andre,” Phenex cooed.

            “Naturally. I will put on my best if I’m going to engage in courting. As you so generously put it,” Andrealphus remarked.

            “I’m glad, but there is just one detail you’re missing that’ll make this perfect.”

            “What’s that?”

            “Unbutton your shirt?”

            “Excuse me?”

            “Just a couple of buttons. It’ll send a subtle, yet saucy message.”

            “No.”

            “Just do it.”

            “Make me.”

            Andrealphus tensed as he realized the words that escaped. Phenex grinned and lunged at the invitation. The pair wrestled until she charmed him. He sneered as his energy went into fighting against the full surrender to the enchantment while she pinned him down.

            “I win,” Phenex cooed.

            Andrealphus’ mouth moved, but no words came out. He slipped in and out of the charm while Phenex undid the first two buttons of his shirt, ruffled his chest feathers a little, and then got off him. She snapped her fingers as the enchantment ended and he returned to his senses. He glanced down and shrieked.

            “How dare you! I was all perfectly groomed, and you ruined it!” Andrealphus yowled.

            “Yeah, yeah. We’ll settle this later. Come on,” Phenex said.

            Andrealphus opened his mouth when Phenex grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind her. She dragged him towards Vassago’s library. They stopped at the door as she dusted him off and straightened him up.

            “Remember what I told you. If you find yourself a breath away, don’t hesitate. Lean in and look for his reaction. If he leans in too, proceed. If there is hesitation from him, pause and ask permission. If he pulls away, full stop. Got it?”

            Andrealphus frowned and looked away.

            Phenex cupped Andrealphus’ face and made him look at her. “You got this. You are a Marquis. You are a creature of action and discipline. Don’t hesitate or doubt. That is not our way.”

            “Enough of this. Let’s just… do this.”

            Phenex nodded. She opened the door and guided Andrealphus in before she shut the door behind him.

            Andrealphus took a deep breath and strolled further into the library. He found the spot Vassago set up for reading but didn’t see Vassago. He looked around when he spotted a dim light glow from behind a bookcase. He approached it when Vassago stepped out.

            Andrealphus froze when he saw Vassago. Vassago was dressed in a cold shoulder pale yellow shirt with puffy sleeves held up by a pair of starburst clips on each shoulder, black waist-high pants, fingerless gloves that cut off at the elbow where the sleeves were, and thigh-high, high-heeled pale boots. A yellow cape draped around Vassago from the starburst pins and star earrings dangled around his face. The pair stood in silence before Vassago stepped forward.

            “You look good, Andy,” Vassago said.

            “You’re breathtaking,” Andrealphus whispered.

            Vassago blushed and looked away. Anxiety tore through Andrealphus as he prepared an apology when Vassago took Andrealphus’ hand. Vassago led Andrealphus to the prepared nook as they took their usual seats next to each other.

            “No books tonight?” Andrealphus asked.

            “I… thought we could do something different. Especially with my current, uh, health?” Vassago admitted.

            “Are you finally going to share what’s going on?”

            Vassago hesitated. “Y-yes. It’s a bit… difficult to talk about, but, uh, these past weeks I’ve been increasingly consumed by visions of the future. They were sparse, but ramped up quickly, even to the point of completely consuming me.”

            “And you can’t control them?”

            Vassago hugged himself as he leaned on Andrealphus’ shoulder. “I could a little in the first week, but by the second week, they were all involuntary. And just this week, they took my sleep and plunged me deep them that I could feel everything.”

            Andrealphus’ eyes widened as he placed a hand under Vassago’s chin, looking Vassago in the eyes. “Have you been hurt by these visions?”

            “No. They’ve just left me increasingly frustrated and exhausted.”

            “Frustrated in what way?”

            Vassago inched closer to Andrealphus so they were against each other. “While a lot of the visions have been lovely. A family that grew from a couple, it has been the intimate moments I’ve witnessed that has taken the greatest toll on me.”

            “I don’t quite understand.”

            Vassago fidgeted as he moved his face closer to Andrealphus. “It’s the intimacy the two share that has left me yearning because I feel it. Every touch, kiss, and just everything.”

            “Is there a way to end these visions?”

            “Yes. Gremory told me the future is being forcibly postponed. And to end the visions, we would need to bring the couple together.”

            “Then who is the couple you’re seeing?”

            “Us,” Vassago breathed.

            Andrealphus didn’t have a moment to register Vassago’s words when Vassago pulled him close and kissed him. Andrealphus froze up as he struggled to process everything that happened. Vassago finally told Andrealphus what was going on, and now they were kissing. This wasn’t something Andrealphus and Phenex talked about happening. Andrealphus wasn’t sure what to do, what was right, and what was wrong. And then there were all the things Andrealphus felt.

            Andrealphus struggled more with all the feelings that tore through him. There was the shock he was familiar with through combat. A hint of confusion and frustration over everything leading to this moment, but there were more underneath. Things he’s felt slowly build over the century in Vassago’s presence. He felt the warmth of joy, but there was something darker still under it. An unbearable heat as his mind concocted visions of Vassago that were vulgar and intimate. These visions echoes of thoughts he entertained for seconds before dismissing them, but persisted no matter how much he tried to chase them away.

            Vassago pulled away and gasped when he saw Andrealphus’ shock and utter confusion. “I… what happened? What’s on your mind? Andrealphus, please.”

            “I just… I was in your visions? We were the couple that’s been tormenting you? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Andrealphus demanded.

            “Because I was scared. You can’t rush the future, and I learned that from you. I tried to tell you millennia ago that Stolas wasn’t the prince you were looking for and it was someone else. And it just pushed you further from me and I just… I didn’t want to risk it again. I wrote these visions off as nothing, until they got to this point. I had to do something.”

            “Then it’s true. You’re the Prince of Stars I’ve been looking for.”

            “I… yes. Wait, you knew?”

            “I had a hunch after Ronove made a passing remark that made me see the obvious I had been so blind to. Even so, how would I approach such a situation? What was the right call? And what if I messed up and drove you away again? I didn’t want to risk it again.”

            Vassago blinked as he laughed.

            “Why are you laughing?” Andrealphus asked.

            Vassago shed a few tears as he laughed.

            “Why are you crying?”

            “This is such a beautiful mess we’ve made.”

            “What do we do now?”

            “Let’s just talk.”

            Vassago shifted and sat beside Andrealphus with his head on Andrealphus shoulder. Andrealphus struggled with what to do until Vassago put Andrealphus’ arm around his shoulders.

            “I’ve been a real fool, haven’t I?” Andrealphus asked.

            “You have, but so have I,” Vassago admitted.

            “You really knew all this time, didn’t you?”

            “I did.”

            “And you were just waiting for me to indulge every offer.”

            “I was. Ever hopeful, but hope is a cruel mistress.”

            “So is despair. Together, they make a deadly combination.”

            “But we don’t have to despair, and we can change hope. Now that everything is out there.”

            “I admit, I’m not too well-versed in a lot of these things. Even just moments ago, I was lost as to what to do.”

            “That’s ok. We weren’t made to know about these things. We all had to learn. Of course, unless you’re certain Goetia blessed with such domains.”

            “Even so, I’m afraid of making a mistake. I’ve always been a warrior. Love is so… unfamiliar. Even if I desperately want it.”

            “Then, do you want to do this? Us? Together?”

            “This will change things between us, won’t it?”

            “Maybe, maybe not. Even I can’t say. I see a clear path, but it’s one I want to see. There are still so many different paths that be the one we take.”

            “What’s the one you want?”

            “The one I’ve always told you about. You and I are together, surviving so many trials and tribulations. We’re surrounded by our clan, happy and still in love. Surrounded by so many different faces. Some that look like different versions of us, Stolas, and so many different Goetia. Others are mortals in such strange clothing. I don’t want to say when exactly this all is in case that all changes, but it’s the future I want to see.”

            “And we’re together still? Happy and in love?”

            “Yes, but it will take a lot of work to get there. And I’m willing to do what it takes to get there. But only if you want to too.”

            Andrealphus considered. “What if I make a mistake? What if you do? What if we end up hating each other.”

            “We will make mistakes, but so long as we talk like we are now, we should be able to conquer anything.”

            “I will be put in a vulnerable place because there’s so much I still don’t know and understand while you do.”

            “I won’t use that against you. I would rather see you understand and learn than rule over you. Despite our ranks, I want us to be as equal as we can.”

            “Even though we’ll never be true equals. I am still your protector. As such, you still have some power over me.”

            “Maybe, but you also did make that vow yourself, so I don’t count that. If we were still upstairs, I would agree, but not down here. I would argue you have more power over me because of that role.”

            Andrealphus tsked. “Agree to disagree then.”

            “Besides, I think it’s a little romantic. A charming prince being swept off their feet by the one forever sworn to protect them.”

            “If you say so.”

            “In fact, I do. That is, if you want to do this. And I don’t want to pressure you into answering now, but, what do you say?”

            “I admit I’m uncertain of myself. There’s so much that could go wrong, but Phenex and Ronove are right in one thing. I am a Marquis, a former Powers, and a warrior. And warriors shouldn’t hesitate or doubt themselves. We must move with confidence. Even if I doubt myself, I cannot let it keep me from my prince.”

            “You mean-?”

            Andrealphus leaned in and kissed Vassago. It was hesitant and unsure still, but Vassago smiled and leaned into the kiss. They moved away, but remained a breath away.

            “I just ask we go slow. No rushing into anything,” Andrealphus said.

            “Of course! The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable, but I do have a question about that,” Vassago admitted.

            “What’s that?”

            “Would it be moving to fast to ask to cuddle? And maybe stay with me while I sleep?”

            Andrealphus considered. “No, but I would request I take a book, given I’ve just woken up and would like something to occupy the time.”

            Vassago grinned. “Yes! Of course. Go ahead and pick one. I’ll see you in my room. And feel free to change into something comfortable.”

            Vassago vanished in a burst of light. Andrealphus sighed and browsed the bookcases when he caught sight of long red orange tail feathers. He looked up to see Phenex shapeshifted into a firebird, perched atop a bookcase.

            “Subtle,” Andrealphus said.

            Phenex flinched and glanced over the edge with a lovebird beside her.

            “Duke Gremory?” Andrealphus remarked.

            “Marquis Andrealphus,” Gremory squawked.

            “Did you both have such little faith in us?” Andrealphus demanded.

            “No, darling. We just wanted to make sure everything went well. For both of you,” Phenex remarked.

            “And step in if things went wrong and either of you needed comfort,” Gremory added.

            Andrealphus considered. “Since you were spying, I have a question. Did I do good?”

            Phenex’s face softened while Gremory flew down and perched on Andrealphus’ shoulder.

            “The road before you both will be long, but you both took a big step today. What happens now is in both your hands,” Gremory said.

            “That doesn’t answer my question,” Andrealphus pointed out.

            “It’s not supposed to.”

            “Well, I think you did great. All things considered,” Phenex mused.

            Andrealphus frowned and looked away.

            “But what are we doing? Your prince is waiting, Andre. Go to him,” Phenex urged.

            “Yes. And enjoy his company,” Gremory added.

            Gremory and Phenex vanished, leaving Andrealphus and his nerves. Andrealphus took a deep breath, picked a random book, and teleported to Vassago’s room. He carefully scanned the room, spotting Vassago about to get into bed. A wave of relief washed over him seeing Vassago dressed in a nightrobe, though some nervousness persisted. He dismissed his cape, the accent chain jewelry, and boots before he approached Vassago.

            “Are you ok? You look uneasy,” Vassago pointed out.

            “Just in a situation I have no knowledge on how to proceed,” Andrealphus pointed out.

            “Oh. Right. I promise nothing bad. Just me cuddled up next to you like we’ve done before when we’ve read together. Just I’ll be sleeping.”

            Andrealphus gave a curt nod and pulled back the canopy curtains. Vassago climbed onto the bed and guided Andrealphus on after. Andrealphus slipped under the thin blanket with Vassago as he laid down. Vassago laid next to Andrealphus and wrapped his arms around Andrealphus’ chest while Andrealphus struggled what to do with his arm.

            “Uh, what would be more comfortable for me here?” Andrealphus asked.

            “You can wrap your arm around me, or rest your own head on it. Either works. And if one gets uncomfortable, you can move and try different things too,” Vassago answered.

            Andrealphus didn’t answer but wrapped his arm around Vassago’s shoulder. Vassago settled in as he nestled his head on Andrealphus’ chest and shoulder. It wasn’t long before Vassago had passed out and in a deep sleep.

            Andrealphus laid there as he stared up at the top of the canopy. It took a while to adjust to having someone so close and pressed against him. Especially the subtle heat that Vassago emitted. It didn’t take much longer after that before he felt comfortable with everything.

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4,100 years after Starfall

4,900 years before Revolution

            Vassago entered his library in the late hours of the evening. He went through the usual routine of setting up a reading spot. He had a simple spread of tea and cakes set aside on a nearby table. He went about picking random books from his collection when he staggered and leaned against the bookcase for support. He blinked his eyes to fight off the exhaustion when he felt the slightest chill through the perpetual warmth he emitted.

            Vassago’s breath caught and his heart skipped a beat. He held the books close to him as he peeked out to see Andrealphus walking up to the reading spot. He admired the simple yet elegant clothes that were lighter tones compared to the black military garb with frosted accents he wore. He marveled at Andrealphus effortless, cold beauty before he ran out to join Andrealphus, who turned towards him.

            “There you are. Lurking again, are we?” Andrealphus asked.

            “I’m sure you’d love it if I were, but sadly I was collecting my books. You don’t give me much time to choose being earlier every day,” Vassago teased.

            “I don’t have much else to do these days. I’ve recently finished training the latest batch for the legions. And, unfortunately, very few are surviving Sabnock’s methods. He’s coming up dry nearly every day.”

            Vassago paled as he remembered his morning with Sabnock. He shook his head and pushed out the horrific memories.

            “Perhaps he could use other methods? If you don’t have anything to do, what will you do?” Vassago asked.

            “Thankfully, Phenex is helping with that. She, Andras, and Shax are helping the other Marquises find hobbies and other pastimes to occupy us until we have work again,” Andrealphus explained.

            “Really? Oh, do share. First, let us sit and get comfy,” Vassago urged.

            Andrealphus took a seat first while Vassago put his books aside. Vassago sat on the same couch as Andrealphus. He rested his feet on Andrealphus’ lap as he sat close, but not too close, testing the waters as always. He leaned against the back of the couch while Andrealphus didn’t protest to the touch.

            “What have we found that we like? And what all have you tried too?” Vassago asked.

            “Not much given our hours. I’ve mostly been occupying my time with books from your collection. I admit I was worried I wouldn’t find anything to keep my focus, but your collection is… admirable,” Andrealphus answered.

            “I would hope so. They’re all written by me.”

            “I could tell. You have a way with stories that always captivated the hearts of everyone.”

            Vassago grinned and scooted closer so he and Andrealphus were an inch apart. “I’m curious. Any favorites?”

            “I’ve grown fond of your stories of adventure and action. Dangerous perils with impossible odds, flawed heroes, and everything they overcome to defeat those perils. I find them more enjoyable than the flawless heroes and simple evil you told to the children before.”

            “As do I. I do admit I wanted to tell them up there too, but was always afraid. It went against everything that was preached. And I feared they would be seen as inciting chaos when they were just meant to entertain.”

            “They most certainly would have. Especially when you depict two men, a knight and the prince, where they would demand a man and woman as the knight and princess.”

            “Don’t remind me. Don’t get me wrong. There is still something romantic about the classic male knight and female royalty, but there are so many out there that aren’t that. So, I thought I would change some up. Make a fearless woman that saves a fair maiden. Or a cold, unapproachable man warm to a prince. The story doesn’t change much, just the genders. But mortals who see those stories lose their minds and destroy those stories.”

            Andrealphus snorted. “Mortals are fickle creatures. I wouldn’t pay them much mind.”

            “But I want to share my stories, as I always have. And I did upstairs. Granted so long as it followed their narrative, but I still got to. But down here, it’s so different.”

            “What about with other Goetia? Phenex tells me so many of the clan love your stories.”

            “They do, but there are only so many of us. It gets tiring telling them to the same crowd. I would love to have a new audience. And I thought I could have that with the mortals, but not really.”

            “Perhaps a small, temporary solution. Given my free time, why don’t you pick a story you want to share with me. And the next time we meet like this, I will tell you everything I thought about it. Just be prepared for less than stellar reviews if I didn’t like it.”

            Vassago smirked. “My, a dangerous proposition, Andy. I could easily pick something saucy.”

            “So be it. It’ll also help me broaden my horizons.”

            “You asked for it then. We’ll start tomorrow so I can think of what book I want to start you with.”

            “That is fine.”

            “Good. Now, what have you and Phenex tried?”

            “Well, she suggested some form of art. I admit I did sneer at the idea until she pointed out the sculptures in my garden. And my own tendency to create constructs and other various creations through ice mostly.”

            “Could I see them?”

            “Not the ice ones. You’ll melt them.”

            “But the ones that aren’t ice?”

            “Yes, you can see those.”

            Vassago squealed. “What else?”

            Andrealphus blushed slightly as he looked away. “We might have been… intimate.”

            Vassago gasped. He closed the small gap as he looked up at Andrealphus with a grin.

            “Tell me everything,” Vassago demanded.

            “It was… awkward,” Andrealphus admitted.

            “Well, it was your first time, right? Many of us found it to be that way too. Yes, myself included. I would imagine the only ones that didn’t might have been Zepar, Vual, Gremory, and Sitri given their domains.”

            “What about Dantalion, Gaap, and Furfur? With shared domains, wouldn’t they have had a different experience too?”

            “Not necessarily. Love doesn’t always equal sex. Sex can be a declaration and act of love, but it’s not always. I mean, think about Phenex. Do you love her?”

            “In which way?”

            “Well, uh, romantically. Where you’d want to be with her and be close to her. That when you see her smile, it makes you happy. Far happier than making just anyone smile. Where hearing your name on her lips, it excites you in ways you never thought possible. And just being around her makes you happy, excited, and at peace all at the same time.”

            Andrealphus hummed. “I can’t say all of that with her. I do want to be with her, but not in the ways you describe. I more enjoy her company and personality, but I think because she reminds me of you in so many ways.”

            “Well, that’s not too surprising. We do share a lot of common interests, habits, and more. Though she does have that discipline of a former Powers that I clearly lack. According to Marchosias.”

            “Well, I think it adds to your charm. Despite what Marchosias’s says to be true.”

            “I don’t know if I should be insulted or flattered.”

            “You can be both.”

            “Perhaps I will. Regardless, what did you think of being intimate with someone that is female presenting? I’ve heard a lot of mixed remarks from many other Goetia. And, by no one’s surprise, I’m curious about yours.”

            “It was… ok? I suppose overall it felt very… routine and simple. She did say there are many different ways to engage and experience sex, but even so, I can’t really imagine what more there could be to such an act.”

            “You could always seek out Zepar and his merry band of escorts. They don’t charge clanmates for sex. If you’re curious that is. No pressure, obviously. Just trying to offer suggestions and possible solutions.”

            “Have you gone to them before?”

            “Oh, uh, well, I may have several times. Granted I share some of their sentiments of living in the moment to our fullest. Even more so given my area of divination. So I just try to live to live.”

            “And then you have me still concerned for the future and what I haven’t found. Distracted from what’s in front of me. Made worse with long empty moments with nothing to do but reflect. Though it has offered some good.”

            “Like?”

            “Fully accepting my errors and fully letting go of my delusions. With so much time kept away from Stolas and with other clanmates, I understand how far I fell in my own despair. I often find myself trying to think of ways to apologize to Stolas for my behavior, but the best I can think is to just continue leaving him alone. Especially given the wedge I forced between us with my actions.”

            “It might be best for now. Especially given how much he’s gotten himself into. Did you know he’s been putting together a small committee with Vine for farming? Tending crops and caring for beasts.”

            “I have heard from Phenex. She did warn me against joining up, but I didn’t want to.”

            “You did always have a thing about dirt and mess.”

            “It distracts me from appreciating what’s around me. As such, I would not lower myself to soiling my fine clothes and pristine feathers. Moreover, I’m a warrior. I don’t toil in the dirt.”

            Vassago snickered. “I’m sure Phenex was relieved to hear all that.”

            “She knows as well as you do I wouldn’t have. I believe she wanted to test me to see if I would relapse and return to those horrific ways. She was more pleased when I steered clear of Stolas more because of what he’s doing.”

            “Do you think she’ll remove that brand soon?”

            Andrealphus craned his neck and showed the brand was gone.

            “When did she remove it?”

            “This morning at dawn. She said it was time for the next phase. She would continue to watch me, along with others, to ensure I wouldn’t relapse. With the threat of a worse brand. However, those threats fall flat.”

            “Because you’re done with Stolas, right?”

            “Yes. I’ve seen my error, accepted the truth, and moved on.”

            “That’s a relief. You did make Stolas very uncomfortable.”

            “I know that now. I just wish I can make it up to him.”

            “Well, sometimes the best thing you can do is just continue to move forward. Sometimes acknowledging can be painful, especially when the other party isn’t ready to forgive.”

            “Then Stolas truly won’t forgive me?”

            “Not yet. I had spoken to him and he believes you are still set on him. I’ve told him that isn’t the case, but he’s unconvinced. You could try to tell him, but I don’t know if he’ll hear you.”

            “Then it would be for the best that I leave Stolas be. Maybe in time we can meet each other again on common ground, but until then, I’ll leave him alone.”

            “And until then, you’re stuck with me,” Vassago teased.

            Andrealphus smiled softly. “I wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else.”

            Vassago’s eyes widened as he blushed. “Andrealphus?”

            Andrealphus blushed and looked away. “Forgive me for my comment. I just meant I am grateful for you, and I’m glad to be back in your life.”

            Vassago hugged Andrealphus, resting his head under Andrealphus’ chin. “And I’m glad you’re back. Every moment this past century has been pure bliss. All because you’re back in my life, and I’m not letting go again.”

            Andrealphus let out a silent gasp as he pulled Vassago closer, wrapping his arms around Vassago. “Neither am I.”

            Vassago’s eyes widened as he lifted his head. Vassago opened his mouth to speak when he was too aware of the intimate closeness of him and Andrealphus. Their beaks pressed close and their mouths mere inches from each other. Vassago took several breaths, breathing in Andrealphus bitterly cold breath. Shivers traveled up Vassago’s spine as his hands snaked up Andrealphus chest and rested at the base of Andrealphus neck.

            Vassago and Andrealphus stared at each other, frozen in place. Neither moved until Andrealphus shifted slightly and his eyes narrowed. Vassago followed Andrealphus glare to see Ronove leaning on a small bookcase with a stack of books beside him.

            “Why are you here? I didn’t think you could read,” Vassago remarked.

            “Marchosias,” Andrealphus said.

            “Marchosias? Here? Why?” Vassago demanded.

            “Phenex recommended your library for frivolous nonsense to pass the time. I’m sure the Marquis you’re straddling would have told you that we’ve recently got a lot of free time on our hands,” Ronove answered.

            Vassago blushed as he glanced down. Vassago’s blush deepened when he saw he was on Andrealphus’ lap and Andrealphus’ hands rested on his waist.

            “Where is Marchosias?” Andrealphus asked.

            “Browsing some section where she found books about grand adventures. I’ve glanced over the little synopsis’ you left, and some look questionable. You may want to double check to make sure they don’t contain material she can’t handle,” Ronove suggested.

            “Oh fuck. Let me see which ones she picked so far,” Vassago said.

            Vassago hurried over to Ronove and inspected the stack of books beside him. He removed five books from the stack and ran off in search of Marchosias. Andrealphus stood and moved beside Ronove. Ronove glanced over and smirked.

            “You know, there was nothing stopping you from kissing the golden star,” Ronove remarked.

            Andrealphus scoffed and looked away.

            “So, why didn’t you?”

            Andrealphus considered. “I didn’t want to push and put him in an uncomfortable situation. Like I had done with Stolas countless times before.”

            Ronove snorted. “Uncomfortable? Please.”

            “I’m serious. I don’t want to push Vassago away. I couldn’t bare to do it again.”

            “Then perhaps you should cast away these doubts and hesitations, warrior. Consider all angles of the fight before you and act instead of pushing him away.”

            “What do you know?”

            “I know what I saw, and that golden bird wanted you. But you were too cowardly to act.”

            “There is nothing cowardly about showing respect.”

            “Ronove,” Marchosias’ voice interjected.

            Ronove and Andrealphus turned to see Marchosias and Vassago approaching them.

            “Marchosias,” Ronove said.

            “Please do not antagonize Andrealphus. There is no reason for it,” Marchosias’ scolded.

            “Of course. Forgive me.”

            “You are forgiven. Gather the books. We’re leaving.”

            “Have you found all you were looking for?”

            “I have. Along with a few to replace the others. Suggested by Vassago.”

            “Just don’t push yourself. If you get uncomfortable, please stop reading,” Vassago reminded.

            “Thank you for your concern, but we get no where if we do not confront what makes us uneasy. I’ve burdened myself long enough. No more. However, I will take it slow as you suggested,” Marchosias said.

            “Ok. Just don’t destroy my books please,” Vassago begged.

            Marchosias and Andrealphus glared at Ronove.

            “What?” Ronove asked.

            “That means you. No destroying the books. That’s an order,” Marchosias commanded.

            “I won’t. I promise,” Ronove said.

            “You better not,” Andrealphus warned.

            “Oh yeah? And what will you do about it, fancy feathers?” Ronove taunted.

            “Ronove!” Marchosias barked.

            Ronove flinched at Marchosias’ tone and turned away from Andrealphus. Andrealphus grumbled as he moved around and stood beside Vassago while Ronove stood beside Marchosias.       

            “Thank you again, Vassago. We’ll leave you two now,” Marchosias said.

            Marchosias vanished in a burst of light while Ronove was shrouded in darkness and vanished. Vassago sighed and leaned on Andrealphus.

            “Everything alright?” Andrealphus asked.

            “Just a little tired. It is getting to be that hour for me,” Vassago answered.

            “Do you want to skip your reading then?”

            “No, but I will cut it short. Come along.”

            Vassago led Andrealphus back to the sitting area. They settled back on the couch with a book in Vassago’s hand and a cup of tea in Andrealphus’. Andrealphus cradled Vassago as Vassago cuddled up to Andrealphus. Andrealphus rested his head on Vassago’s as Vassago opened the book.

            Andrealphus read along with Vassago while he helped himself to the small spread Vassago set up. He finished a second cup of tea when he noticed the rhythmic breathing of sleep. He gently leaned Vassago back to see him fast asleep. He took the book and placed it with the others before he picked up Vassago and teleported to Vassago’s room.

            Andrealphus put Vassago on the bed and sat on the edge. He sighed as he stared at Vassago. He knew something was bothering Vassago. Even if this was around the time Vassago would get sleepy, Vassago had been outright passing out for weeks now. Before it was once a week, but now it was every day. He had questioned Vassago, but was told it was nothing.

            Andrealphus had turned to the stars in a desperate attempt for answers. He was learning to see more than his own present, but also that of others. He often delved deep into Vassago’s present for answers, but the stars were vague as they always were. The best he could decipher was some hesitation, but he couldn’t figure out over what.

            Andrealphus paused as he thought of Ronove’s taunting. He was aware of the closeness shared between him and Vassago. It was impossible not to notice it, but it was a common occurrence over the weeks. They would always find themselves in such positions. So close, yet so far still. It made him wonder if he should do something, but what should he do? He didn’t want to push Vassago away, but so often they were like that. It had to mean something, right?

            Andrealphus sighed in frustration as he fought to piece together this puzzle. He left Vassago’s side and returned to Vassago’s library. He started towards the adventure section when Phenex stood in his way.

            “Andre, darling, there you are. Where were you? And where’s Vassago?” Phenex asked.

            “I took Vassago to his room. He passed out early,” Andrealphus answered.

            “Again? Has he still not said anything about his condition?”

            “No, but I’m worried. What if it’s because of me?”

            “What are you talking about?”

            Andrealphus explained everything to Phenex. He mentioned the occurrence earlier, Ronove’s taunts, and his own conclusions. Phenex hummed as she tapped the side of her cheek in thought.

            “So, you want to do something to Vassago, but are afraid you’ll push him away, correct? And that you’ll lose him like you lost Stolas?” Phenex asked.

            “Yes,” Andrealphus admitted.

            “And you often find yourself in such a passionate embrace over the weeks, which is how long Vassago’s decline has been, and has gotten worse just these past couple of weeks. And because of this, you’re worried it’s because of you.”

            “Yes.”

            “And you feel you need to do something, but aren’t sure what, yes?”

            “Yes.”

            “Well, lucky for you, you came to the right Goetia. Ignoring some of the others. What we need is a plan of action. From what you’ve told me, and what I’ve gathered on my own, I do believe it’s time to make a move. It’s time to claim that ass.”

            Andrealphus blushed. “W-what? I don’t even-.”

            Phenex clamped Andrealphus’ beak shut. “Not a word, darling. Until I retire for the night, you and I will put together a plan. And when you wake and see Vassago again, you’re going to execute it. No hesitation. No fear. Just certainty.  Got it, darling?”

            Andrealphus ripped his beak out of Phenex’s hand. “Very well. But if this hurts Vassago in any way-.”

            “Oh, fret not, darling. The last thing I’d want to do is hurt him. Never forget, I want you both to be happy. And you both need help, so you’re getting it.”

            “Albeit reluctantly.”

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            Andrealphus finished getting dressed before he stepped out onto a balcony. He approached the railing and looked up at the stars. He glanced around at the messages that came once the sun had fully set.

            Andrealphus sighed as he always found the prophecy of princes, glowing as bright and intense as it always had. He lingered on it before he looked at what else awaited his night. He frowned when he saw the mention of Vassago scattered about. He looked deeper into why Vassago’s name appeared so often as he found Vassago would shadow him from now on. The two of them could grow closer. Their friendship brought back from the edge.

            Andrealphus put his hands on the railing as he steadied himself. He wasn’t sure how to take this. He was a little annoyed that he’d have to deal with Vassago at these hours, but there was an odd excitement deep within him. It felt like he missed Vassago.

            Andrealphus frowned as he rested against the railing. Such a thought to have missed Vassago. It felt only yesterday that he was constantly at odds with Vassago because of his willful behavior and blatant disregard for protocol and procedure. Though he did enjoy the few talks he shared with Vassago. The intellect and free thinking Vassago possessed was an oddity, but refreshing upstairs. Perhaps they could share more moments like that again.

            Andrealphus smiled as he thought of the possible interactions between Vassago. There were many things that they could discuss and speak deeply about. Granted he still had to pay some attention to the troops he needed to train, but no reason he couldn’t do both.

            Though Andrealphus mind slipped for a moment as he wondered about Stolas when a burning sensation started from his neck throughout his entire body. He hissed and recoiled in pain as his body burned. It reminded him of the burn when he fell as his grace was stripped from him. He fell to his knees and endured the pain until it subsided. He took several deep breaths as he reached up to the mark to remove it but stopped himself. He reminded himself that if he did, a new, worse mark would take its place.

            Andrealphus collected himself before he left his room. He walked through the cold, dark icy corridors of his wing towards the entry hall. He stepped into the sitting room where Vassago waited with a pleasant, smug smirk. Annoyance flared in him when he saw that familiar smile.

            “Evening, Andrealphus. Have you read the news?” Vassago mused.

            “I have. Let’s be on our way,” Andrealphus said.

            Vassago jumped to his feet and followed Andrealphus. They headed through the citadel towards Andrealphus’ gym. Andrealphus headed in first with Vassago behind him. Vassago sucked in a breath when he saw the sheer drop that overlooked the demonic soldiers. Vassago noted that they were high enough to be concealed, but still close enough to see the soldiers’ movements with a critical eye.

            “This is quite the different arrangement,” Vassago remarked.

            “It has to be. Here is where they train. With Sabnock, he is meant to weed out the undesirables so we can train the stronger ones. Just as you saw earlier,” Andrealphus remarked.

            “Isn’t there any easier, and more humane way, of weeding those ones out?”

            “These creatures are beasts, Vassago. There is no need for empathy for them. Especially if they are to be soldiers. We must reign in such chaotic, senseless animals, and instill a sense of order to mold them into the same killers the Marquises are.”

            “But isn’t it wasteful to just kill them like that? Couldn’t they have more potential if a little more time is spent with them?”

            “Hardly. The broodmothers churn out more demons that overpopulate the infernal Hells. So much that they cannot be fully contained and have started to infest the mortal world. Thankfully the Sinful Virtues have reigned in demon spawn related to their own damned virtues, but there are many more demons that are lawless, running amok. This way we can create a proper army while keeping things as clean as we can.”

            “Still seems harsh. Demon or otherwise.”

            “Let it go, Vassago. They’re all just a bunch of horned frogs that are being given a true purpose in life. If a few die, more will take their places. It’s just how things go.”

            Vassago frowned, but didn’t argue.

            Andrealphus turned his attention to the demons below. He slammed his foot on the walkways as the dim lights of the gym below became overbearingly bright. Some of the demons hissed as their eyes adjusted before they launched into drills.

            “What was that about?” Vassago asked.

            “Daylight training. Though they are creatures that favor darkness, they will have to deal with enemies like you that possess the power of light. It’s something we all endure,” Andrealphus answered.

            “We? You too?”

            “Yes. I recognize this weakness in myself. I do my best to tolerate the intense lights considering what may come to pass.”

            “Would you look at that. I seem to remember how someone only attended to the present. When did cunning Andrealphus start caring about the future?”

            Andrealphus scoffed. “The present is still important, and where I prefer to be. However, I do admit that it is important to plan for future contingencies. It’d be foolish not to. Though that is to say one should not allow the uncertainty of the future to blindly lead them.”

            “Not like the present doing that?”

            Andrealphus paused. “Hope is a fickle mistress and despair a frightful one. Between the two, I’m not sure which is worse.”

            Vassago laughed dryly. “I agree. Both are quite awful, aren’t they?”

            Vassago stopped along the edge of one of the walkways. He stared down at the demons going through their drills as Andrealphus joined him.

            “I hurt you both badly,” Andrealphus commented.

            “You did,” Vassago agreed.

            “Do you hate me?”

            “No. I don’t like what you did. Cutting me off and harassing Stolas. But I don’t hate you. I don’t want to. Not with what I’ve seen.”

            Andrealphus grimaced. “Is it… good?”

            “It is. Everyone is smiling. You, me, Stolas, all of us. And there are faces I don’t recognize, and some that look eerily like others. We’re a family, and together. So often I’ve clung to this to get me through the days. Others… I lose myself in it.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “You’d think this foolish, but there were times the present was just… too difficult to attend. I would plunge myself into the past when everything was simple. When I playfully pushed your buttons, I entertained Adam’s kids, and was that negative influence in Stolas’ life. Other times I flee into a possible future that may never happen. One where we’re all happy and together after so much heartbreak. It’s just easier some days to live in those times than in this one.”

            “That might explain why your productivity has significantly dropped.”

            Vassago snorted. “Right. Ever practical Andrealphus.”

            “I didn’t… please forgive my blunder. I just… what do you even say to something like that? To come face to face with how far you’ve fallen not just from grace, but who you are. To confront the fact that you’ve become a monster that hurt the very ones you’re supposed to keep safe and sound. What do you do? What do you say?”

            “Sometimes it is better to say nothing at all.”

            “Is that what you want?”

            Vassago considered. “I want you back in my life. I miss you, Andrealphus. But I want to be absolutely sure you won’t relapse. Even with Phenex’s help and your own conclusions, I don’t want to see you become that stranger again.”

            “I don’t plan on becoming him again, but it will take time. Even before I joined you, my mind did slip and think about Stolas. And I was swiftly punished for it. I know I’ll have more instances like it, but I’m trying. That’s all I can offer to you. Though I suppose I can offer one thing as little more than consolation.”

            “What’s that?”

            “When I looked to the stars and saw the news, there was annoyance. Recalling all those memories of you pushing buttons you shouldn’t have, but a longing as well. I missed you and the deep talks we shared. I was looking forward to what topics we may discuss once again. Though this one is not ideal, I’m glad we had it. I don’t want any uncertainty or confusion between us. Not anymore.”

            “And Stolas?”

            Andrealphus grimaced and sighed. “I’m beginning to fully accept that I was wrong in my assumption. However, it comes with its own issues that plague me. The realization that I dragged him down for no reason. That I hurt him in my aimless and forceful pursuits. And how it affected not just him, but everyone around me as well.”

            “Well, if it’s any consolation, Stolas would have tried to fall anyway. If you hadn’t gotten him, he would have been killed.”

            “Then why tell me he was better left alone?”

            “Because, well, he goes through a lot of suffering. It’ll make him bitter and resentful. I thought it a kinder fate to allow him to return to the ether. But you wouldn’t leave without him, and I couldn’t survive without you, so I just let it be.”

            “How ironic you preach at us to show mercy by allowing filth to live, but are quick to judge what could happen to someone like Stolas and declaring death better.”

            “Ok, fair point. But this was different. Stolas will… there’s so much that could happen still. So many different paths and none of them are set in stone. But a lot of them lead to the same destination. So, yes, we can influence the path, but the outcome doesn’t always want to change.”

            “And I made things worse, didn’t I?”

            “Well, not yet.”

            “Yet?”

            “It’s… difficult to say how things will happen, but Stolas will grow to hate us.”

            Andrealphus opened his mouth, but then reconsidered. “How do you feel knowing this? He is a brother to you.”

            “I know. And I’ve often considered trying to course correct. To spare Stolas, to not have us hated, but we would lose something precious to both of us.”

            “Do I even want to know?”

            “Do you? You need only ask.”

            Andrealphus hesitated. “Keep it vague.”

            “You would need to lose your Prince of Stars, and I would need to give up my own prince as well.”

            “What? Why would that upset him? Wouldn’t he be happy?”

            “You’d think, but it’ll drive the biggest wedge between all of us. And lead Stolas astray into darkness you cannot save him from. Neither of us could.”

            Andrealphus frowned and turned away.

            “Knowing this, what will you do? Will you abandon your Prince?” Vassago asked.

            “I can’t. Not when those stars shine so brightly above me. To lose them and the promise they bring, I don’t think I could bear it.”

            “Even if Stolas hates you?”

            “The world could hate me, but I’ll never give up my Prince.”

            Vassago’s breath caught as his eyes lit up. He snorted and laughed.

            “I guess we’ll see when the time comes, won’t we, Andy?” Vassago teased.

            Andrealphus sneered. “Back to the pet names already?”

            “What can I say? It’s easier than always saying ‘Andrealphus.’ Besides, if Phenex can call you ‘Andre’ and ‘Darling,’ why can’t I call you ‘Andy?’”

            “I think we both know why she calls me those things.”

            “Has she ever asked?”

            “Yes.”

            “And I’m guessing you said no?”

            “Yes.”

            “Not into her?”

            “I’m… not sure how comfortable I was doing those things. I’ve seen them come naturally to other Goetia as they get close. There is a part of me that longs to experience it, but I’m hesitant.”

            “It could help if you do it with someone your comfortable with. That’s why I was with Phenex first. I admit it feels different from when she’s a woman compared to when she’s a man. Don’t tell her this, but I prefer it a little more when she’s a man.”

            “Why not?”

            “She doesn’t like presenting as a male much anymore. She only switches for those she likes, and I just don’t want her to feel pressured. I still don’t mind when she’s a woman, but I do know I prefer men a little more.”

            “You know, that does remind me once of a conversation of what could be gained of two men, or even two women, engaging in such acts. Since you’ve done so, do you have an answer? One that isn’t just sin?”

            “I won’t deny that sin is part of it, just as if it were a man and woman. Just look at several of the Dukes. But there is also a certain closeness and love. Well, when I’m with Phenex it’s there. If I engage in more casual hookups with other Goetia, it is more for sin.”

            “Then why at all?”

            “Because of how it feels. I understand why it is seen as sin, but also question why it is when it feels amazing. Especially with someone you trust. To be in such a vulnerable position and knowing you’re utterly safe and well taken care of. And the passion that follows is indescribable.”

            “Sounds unpleasant. One should never be in any vulnerable state. You leave yourself open for attacks and worst of all, defeat.”

            Vassago frowned, then smirked. He closed the gap between him and Andrealphus, throwing his arms around Andrealphus’ neck, and bringing their bodies against each other. Andrealphus froze as a bright golden blush spread on his face.

            “Is this unpleasant, Andy?” Vassago asked.

            Andrealphus’ face turned a bright gold as he felt his heart beat faster than ever. No even the rush of combat made his heart pound like it did then. It was accompanied by a strange, pleasant warmth that spread through his body. He remained in Vassago’s embrace for a moment more before he melted into darkness and reappeared a few feet from Vassago.

            “You’re evil,” Andrealphus hissed.

            Vassago smirked and stuck out his tongue playfully.

            Andrealphus shot Vassago a look then turned his attention to the soldiers below. He half paid attention as his mind went back to that embrace. Though it made him uncomfortable to experience so many things at once, he enjoyed the closeness. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was Vassago, or if he’d feel that way with others, but he wanted to experience it again.

            Andrealphus zoned in and out of focus as he battled with himself. He wanted to tell Vassago about this, but there was an apprehension that held him back. He fought this unwelcome intrusion with reason. The reason was sound, but there was that fear that he would drive Vassago away. They just found each other again, and their relationship thin. If he pushed, would he cause it to break and wither? Would he make Vassago feel as Stolas has?

            A slight burn at Andrealphus neck brought him back to reality. He decided in that moment that he would hold his peace. It was better to preserve the fragile relationship. Perhaps in time if more were to come of it, he would speak. He pushed the thoughts to back of his mind and focused on his troops. He watched their progress and freezing those that fell behind.

            Andrealphus watched the soldiers when he heard a soft thud. He turned back and saw Vassago had fell. He rushed by Vassago’s side and helped Vassago back up. Vassago staggered and fell forward into Andrealphus. He caught and held up Vassago. He noted Vassago’s heavy eyelids as Vassago fought off sleep.

            “Let’s get you back to your room,” Andrealphus said.

            Vassago let out a soft whimper and clung to Andrealphus. “No, please. Not yet. I want to stay with you a little longer. Please.”

            Andrealphus felt the same warmth as his heart raced. He didn’t argue and scooped up Vassago, holding him in one arm. Vassago wrapped his arms around Andrealphus as he settled his head under Andrealphus’ chin. Vassago muttered someone unintelligible before he passed out.

            Andrealphus stood for a moment longer. He fought to calm himself down as he shared an intimate closeness with Vassago. His mind was a whirlwind of questions, curiosities both pure and depraved, and so much more. He struggled for control over himself, but barely managed to reel himself in. He continued his observations while he did his best not to let his thoughts run wild.

            Andrealphus managed to control himself while Vassago remained in his arms, still asleep. His focus solely on the soldiers that he didn’t notice Vassago anymore. He moved around the overlook when Marchosias arrived with Ronove. Marchosias froze when she saw Vassago in Andrealphus’ arms. She sneered as her ears pinned back.

            “This is what I was afraid of. Take him to his room at once. I will have him reassigned once again,” Marchosias instructed.

            “No,” Andrealphus said.

            “No? You dare challenge-?”

            “Marchosias, hold,” Ronove butted in.

            Marchosias stopped and turned to Ronove as her features softened.

            “Look at Vassago. I don’t think I’ve seen him look so peaceful in a long time,” Ronove pointed out.

            Marchosias furrowed her brows as she turned back to Vassago. Her eyes widened seeing the peace on Vassago’s face, even in sleep. She sighed and took a step back.

            “I apologize. You must understand how Vassago is and his very nature. I feared he may be manipulating you just to get out of this. As he is known to do,” Marchosias explained.

            “I understand, but I believe that is not the case here,” Andrealphus said.

            “I will reserve judgement on that until I see more. Though you may want to take Vassago to his chambers. He may be more comfortable in his bed than your arms.”

            Andrealphus didn’t answer. His eyes flicked over Marchosias to Ronove, who smirked.

            “Come along Ronove. We’ll give Andrealphus this day,” Marchosias instructed.

            “I’ll be there in a moment. I wish to have a word with Andrealphus,” Ronove said.

            Marchosias nodded and disappeared. Ronove and Andrealphus watched her leave before they turned to each other.

            “Say what you must and leave,” Andrealphus hissed.

            “The stars are in your hands,” Ronove said with a sly grin.

            Andrealphus’ brows knotted in thought. He looked at Ronove, then at Vassago. His eyes fell on the starburst symbol on Vassago’s shirt to the starburst pin. These weren’t unusual to Vassago. Vassago had brandished these symbols since before their falls. It was a big part of who Vassago was with all the star motifs.

            Andrealphus froze as his heart dropped. Ronove’s grin widened seeing Andrealphus’ shock. Ronove bowed and vanished into the darkness.

            Andrealphus gulped and vanished, reappearing in Vassago’s room. He took small steps as he looked around Vassago’s room, noting all the stars he had always ignored. An uneasy hope flared as he drew back the canopy to Vassago’s bed. He pulled back the blankets, placed Vassago down, and covered him up.

            Andrealphus sat on the edge of the bed as he stared at Vassago and the stars all around them. A bitter, hopeful question refused to leave Andrealphus as his eyes never left Vassago.