#icecoldglaze

"Ugh, there's things you should keep to yourself."

Lily were working at a fancy bar right now, she sure hated but what else she could do? She were glad she didn't have debts or any relative to take care of, but it's Hell after all of course she would have to struggle to survive.

She had red skin color like an imp, green eyes but her long and white hair covered her left eye and was tall then a regular imp with tiny black horns on top of her head also she had four arms. She had a Victorian styled illusionist outfit in green color.

She were finishing an order when she were called to serve another table group, a private meeting it seems and no one were willing to do it, so it was up to her get it, she went to the area to get the order, unaware on who she would meet.

Imichelle - a female imp who adopted Octavia because Octavia ran away from her family because she was tired of the intrigues and drama of the Ars Goetia.

*Andrealphus was unhappy that his niece chose to be closer to some female imp than to them, a member of the Ars Goetia. Andrealphus wanted his niece back, he ordered, shouted and threatened Imichelle that if she did not return Octavia to them, she would regret it. But Imichelle was more likely just annoyed with Andrealphus than afraid of him. Andrealphus got on her nerves so much that she broke his legs. Then his servants sent him home.*

*After a while, Andrealphus lay in his bedroom, sulking, his legs still injured. And he notices that Imichelle is coming to him - that same female imp*

*And she says* Imichelle: "In short... Andrealphus, I'm sorry I broke your legs… I'm probably sorry... Um... in short, here's your gift" 😐️ *Imichelle gives him a gift basket*

"You mind breathing away from me Vassago. I know I'm breath taking but it's annoying." the ice queen replied crossing his arms in a defiance stance, ready for their retort.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he rolled his eyes and groaned. “You’re so full of yourself, reina del hielo. Go back to your ice palace if you’re going to be so... ugh." vassago was annoyed

@icecoldglaze

The underworld salon, Infernal Elegance, thrummed with demonic energy. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of brimstone mixed with lavender oils, the kind of paradox only Hell could make work. Demon Marquis Andras lounged on a plush, obsidian chair, his talons splayed out as a nail technician—a particularly skilled succubus with golden horns—carefully painted his claws a striking, blood-red hue.

// her hands are tied 🤷