Asleep, an 11 year old Bifariam rolled around in his bed with a grumpy expression.

That stopped being the case when a grandfather clock rung loudly, signalling that it was time for Ariam to wake up.

The angelic owl demon grumbled with his eyes closed before waking up with a sigh.

"Ahh, my birthday." Said Bifariam tiredly. "The day i make...the sacrifice."

Suddenly, lightning struck just next to his window as if the mention of the sacrifice summoned it; causing him to jump in fear.

"What sacrifice?" Asked a familiar voice calmly, causing Biff to jump in fear once more.

"For the love of God, dad, never do this again!" Exclaimed Bifariam angrily from his bed as he glared at Paimon who was chilling in the corner of his son's room with a cup of tea in hand.

"Does it look like i love God to you?" Asked Paimon raising a brow.

"*sigh* for the love of Lucifer." Said Bifariam tiredly.

"Good, don't want any of that language in my palace." Added Paimon cheerfully. "Now, what was that about a sacrifice?"

Bifariam went silent, debating whether or not to tell Paimon about it at this time. Eventually, he decided to tell him.

"It has come to my attention that you set Stolas up for a marriage with...Andy's sister."

"Andy?" Asked Paimon in confusion as he took a sip of tea.

"I blasted his shins with angelic eye lasers one time."

"Oh! Right, that kid." Said Paimon snapping his finger upon remembering the moment. "Yes, his sister is marrying your brother. I'm not going to ask how you know that, so continue."

"I was thinking, she wouldn't treat Stolas very well considering her personality and he's too noce to fight back. So maybe, i could marry her instead of Stolas and Stolas marries whoever i was supposed to marry?"

Paimon took a deep breath and got out of his chair before walking to Bifariam and putting a hand on his son's back.

"Son, i see you're making a very difficult choice. Let me help you make it easier." Said Paimon with a caring smile. "Do you actually believe anyone wants to marry your a*?"

"What?" Asked Bifariam in confusion.

Paimon cleared his throat and smiled. "Let me explain it in the most easy to understand way possible. No one wants a goody two shoes angel for a marriage partner."

"Aren't we ruled over by a fallen angel? Y'know, Lucifer?"

Paimon chucked. "You're misunderstanding. It's BOTH you're a goody two shoes and you're an angelic." He elaborated. "Lucifer has a deadly sin on his name. Meanwhile, you haven't done anything resembling a sin in your whole life! In fact, you've sucked some the color and joy from mine which i believe some would consider a virtue. Even that kid, Andy or whatever probably deserved getting his shins blasted if you did it."

"Well, I can sin!" Exclaimed Bifariam angrily, causing Paimon to burst into laughter.

Bifariam frowned as Paimon continued laughing maniacally.

"Alright, let's test that theory. But first, your grimoire." Said Paimon calmly before summoning a magical book to the palm of his hands. "You'll be entrusted with the study of all living creatures including angels and demons, their species, characteristics, evolution, all that stuff. Also, you're a duke now"

"Well, I've always like animals. So it works."

The snow white colored book fell neatly into Bifariam's hands. The boy inspected it for a few seconds before realizing something.

"Wait, duke? Not prince?"

"A precautionary measure made by the rest of the Goetia family to make sure you can't become a king by smiting anyone. Thankfully, i pushed through and got you the title of Duke instead of lowering your status under prince. You're welcome." Said Paimon cheerfully, surprising Bifariam.

"Huh? That was actually pretty cool of you."

"I know, I've gotten so good at daddying." Said Paimon proudly, causing Bifariam to clear his throat.

"Now what was that about testing the theory?" Asked Bifariam raising a brow.

"Oh, yes."

Paimon then casually teleported an baby imp and a table it lied on with a snap of his fingers. Next to the baby was a sacrificial knife.

"If you want to marry Stolas's s*ty to be wife instead of him, stab the child."

"Firstly, what? Secondly, where did you even get it? Do you have a locker full of babies or something?"

"That's not important-"

"Actually, i think it's pretty important." Added Bifariam still in shock. "Did- did you KIDNAP THIS BABY?!"

"This is the problem with your generation. Back in my day, we didn't ask questions like 'where did the baby come from?' We just started stabbing."

"You what?"

"Just focus on stabbing the child with this knife designed to make the victim suffer as much as possible." Said Paimon shoving the sacrificial knife into Bifariam's shaking hands.

It was very clear to everyone that Bifariam couldn't do it and he wasn't even lying to himself and saying he could either. He just silently dropped the knife.

Paimon went silent before exploding the baby with a snap of his fingers. Bifariam looked horrified before the blood suddenly disappeared into thin air. The realization hit him soon after.

"It was an illusion?" Asked Bifariam in shock.

"Do you know how hard it is to keep these things in good condition? Of course it's an illusion!" Said Paimon with a frown. "Now, for your evaluation. I'm pretty sure you'd get friend zoned by a succubus. So just give up on your brother's arrangement."

Bifariam couldn't help but stare at the floor in shame. Unable to save his sibling from his dreaded fate. Seeing this, Paimon groaned.

"Don't worry, there are...other ways to help your brother." Said Paimon tiredly.

Ariam's ears(?) perked upon hearing that. He turned to Paimon with a hopeful expression.

"Do you remember you new rank?" Asked Paimon calmly.

"I'm a duke."

"Good, now let's recall the hierarchy. On the top, we have kings and queens like me. Under that are dukes and duchesses. Then we have princes and princesses. Just below them are the titles of Marquis and Marchioness. What's below them, doesn't matter right now" Said Paimon with a smile as he put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Your brother's to be wife is from a Marquis family and is marrying a prince. You're a duke. You're higher than both titles. So all you have to do is...

Make it so she'd have to kiss your ass like no one has ever kissed ass before! Let her know that if she f*ks with your brother, not even the dark lord would save her!"

As Paimon spoke, Biff nodded as a smile on his face grew bigher and bigger by the second.

"Now you can stop the ugly sad look." Deadpanned Paimon before noticing the big smile on his son's face.

"So i just have to be the worst brother in law possible?" Said Bifariam with a mischievous grin.

"Pretty much." Said Paimon with a shrug as he began leaving the room. "Also, before i forget, pack your stuff. You're moving to your new palace in a couple days and you have to be ready."

"Wait, new palace? Is it big?" Asked Bifariam worriedly.

"It's enormous." Said Paimon with a happy smile.

Bifariam looked horrified by this revelation, causing Paimon to chuckle.

"Good luck cleaning the place without servants you little s*t!!!"" Mocked Paimon happily before teleporting away. "HAPPY F*KING BIRTHDAY!!!"

Meanwhile, Bifariam was left alone in his room to contemplate everything that just happened within a span of half an hour.

He couldn't save Stolas in the end, but at least he can help by being a horrible brother in law.

He just needed to find a way to clean his new house first.

xxXxx

To all who said that Bifariam should marry Stella: i thought it would be too easy if that happened. The conflict would just end there. Bifariam would be able to handle Stella and Blitz gets Stolas's Grimoire without complications.

Tell me how i did. Leave a review.

Toodles.