It was dark when the theatre opened, located in theatre district out side Pentagram City, it was busy as many lights showed of the plays going on and other performances. Many high class demon's where in attendance, with very few Imps amongst the crowd, most where valet parking attends. The other most conman demon was the hellhound muscle acting as security, Stella arrived with Moxxie on her arm to be greeted by limo's approaching as the demons walked down a small red carpet to get inside.

"Should I really be here?" asked Moxxie, feeling nervous,

"Your my servant, what if I want a drink wile the play is going on, I can't be excepted to leave my seat."

"Of course." agreed Moxxie.

They stopped just sort of going inside.

"I think the Beelzejuice has worn of." said Moxxie coming to his senses.

"Good." said Stella peeking at the crowd "How much did father give you?"

"Oh only a shot glass."

"Your really are light weight aren't you."

"Hay that's stuff is strong."

"Look, okay I only got this balcony, because." she paused "Of some connection's I have."

"Okay, so are we alone in the gallery seats?"

"Yes, I think, look lest just get in there first."

Moxxie nodded and the two walked towards the theatre, and in to the spot light of all the watching eyes of the upper crust.

As they made their way inside they walked up to the desk set up by the stairs that split up and went behind the desk to reach the seats. A display was set up on the table with play bills and posters of the play on show, and this caught Moxxies attention.

"Oh my Satan, are we seeing Phantom of the Opera?" he asked excitedly, then calmed down to become more regal.

"Yes, I thought it would be way to say thank you for what happened earlier."

"You didn't have to." said Moxxie.

"I do. So why do you love this play so much."

"It's not a play it's musical theatre, and well to be honest, it's the only thing about my child hood I liked." he recalled "I grew up loving the play, after my parents took me with them when they went to see it ounce. It's that actual reason I learnt to play the piano, it was close enough to organ. I spent ages poring over the sheet music to play every song form the performance."

"You sing."

"Of course, I just never have a reason to."

"We better go, and take our seats." said Stella as she saw the hall clear.

"Oh before we go can we get a play bill."

"Of course." said Stella picking one up form the display, before handing it to him as she shuffled him to the wings.

As they arrived at their gallery/balcony, Moxxie was reading over the play bill as he and Stella took their seats at the front. The house was packed and every seat below was filled and what few gallery spots they had, only had one or two occupants. Stella smiled at Moxxie as he seemed like little boy, she was caught off guard as the lights dimmed, Moxxie shot up from his playbill and his eyes where drawn to the stage as the play started.

As the play was in it's early stages Stella got up and moved over towards the exit, she looked back at Moxxie smiling as he seemed oblivious to Stella's disappearance.

At the theatres bar a lonely Imp was cleaning glass ready for the rush from the intermission. Dressed in smart suit he watched with a glance looking upwards form his rag as Stella came in and stood by an empty stool.

"What's a pretty gal like you missing the show."

"I'm here with a friend, it's more for them then me."

"Who's your friend, the Imp." sniggered the Bartender as he began to mix a drink.

"Yeah, he was rather nice, earlier. I wanted to say thank you."

"So the play is for him."

"It's musical theatre." corrected Stella.

"Seems like it's just a fancy word for play to me."

Stella grew cross.

"I won't put it past you, I've ounce covered for Ozzie's, the stuff I've seen. I don't right care what's going to between you and the Imp."

Stella didn't seem convinced.

"All I know is, you better get better at hiding it." he continued

"What if I don't."

He pored the drink in glass. "Well, you better hope no one cares about it, as at least your not one of them royals."

"Not yet." said Stella downing the drink.

The bar tender smiled as he took the glass away to clean it.

"How much?" Asked Stella.

"It's on the house."

"Thank you."said Stella as she moved over to the exit.

"Ain't no problem."

Back in the gallery Stella snuck back in and Mooxie looked back with smile to welcome her back, before turning is attention back to the play. Stella checked her purse and looked inside, halting on what was inside before looking back to the play. Looking towards Moxxie she saw his excitement and enthusiasm he was ecstatic, and so she chose to hold her purse close and conceal it.

As the play went on Stella was pulled away to peak in to her bag again and again, and soon enough the play had reach it's midway point and he lights came on for the intermission. As the seats began to clear out and Moxxie sat still and Stella was about to get up when Moxxie spoke up.

"Did you enjoy the performance."

Stella was caught of guard "Oh yes, it was riveting."

Moxxie was quite.

"I guess we should head home." said Stella taking a step back.

"That was only the first half."

"I'm sorry this is my first play."

"What was the first song in the performance?"

"Uh…"

"It was, think of me."

Stella caught on to Moxxie's stern tone.

"I can understand going for what I can assume is drink, but what was so important that you kept looking in your purse."

"Moxxie." sighed Stella. "Look, I took you here for your enjoyment, but I also wanted to make sure that you can still protect me."

Moxxie eyed her up as he turned around and Stella pulled out a gun.

"I had it made it for you."

Moxxie looked at it as Stella held it out for him, he looked at it piking up in his hands as he ran hie eyes over it. The black coat was dripped in a dab of red colour that moved in wavy like curves that moved up from the handle to the barrel, the red even formed a black music note on the side.

"You got me a modified cot M1911A1 with a more rounded handle and sliver streaks along the tip to look angelic." he said ogling the gun.

"Do you like it?" asked Stella leaning over him.

"I love it, but, you, I, uh." Moxxie stumbled over his wounds.

"I told you, I can't have you going around without gun."

"Well, I guess know." he paused to poise the gun "We're both safer know."

They sat back down and awaited the play to continue.

It was late by the time the pair returned home, the door creaked open only slightly as Stella poked in standing in the crack. Moxxie passed under he legs to get in, allowing Stella to close the door behind her, the two crept up to where the hall wall split in two arch ways. A light came on and Stella's warm smile and glow faded as she stood looking at her brother who was waiting for them.

"How long have you been standing there?" asked Stella, crudely.

"Enough to know if tell your getting more then a fucking lashing to the back." snared Andrealphus.

"What has being late got to do with this, I told father I was going to the theatre, he knew I would be back late."

"What were you watching?" he smiled.

"The phantom of the opera." she retorted.

Andrealphus moved slightly towards them, swinging around to rest of the wall. "Does he know why you went?"

Stella noted her her brothers gaze fell on Moxxie who looked up at her as she looked down on him with fear in her eyes, before looking away.

"Moxxie, your dismissed."

Moxxie began to leave only stopping half way to look back before he decided to leave, with heavy heart.

"You know you shouldn't be getting to attached to the help, they never did last long when we where children."

Stella stood still trying avoid Andrealphus' gaze as he stalked around her.

"You would love to torment them." he recalled "You ounce set the dogs of them at your, ninth was it."

"Eighth." she corrected crossing her arms.

"You know you can't really be with him, after all we are part of the Ars Goetia, but your are our key in to the royal family, and you know that."

"I know, I know." said Stella braking her silence as he began to tear up "Father made a deal for me to be wed to the prince." she held one arm down as she tried to hid her tears.

"Are you going to cry." teased Andrealphus. "Oh please don't." he stopped as he move out a hand in the arch way out to the rest of the house. "You can still love the little Impling, just make sure you don't screw up our plans, after all we're destined to be royalty."

As Andrealphus left the room bending back as waved a hand, Stell fell down and broke in to tears.

Moxxie was hanging around out of sight seeing and hearing what took place, hiding in the shadows he flung his back against the wall as Andrealphus glided past.

Creeping out he moved in to comfort "Stella. Don't cry." he knelt down and laid on his legs beside her. "We can still be together, even if your due to be married of not."

Stella smiled and wrapped her arms around him "Thank you."

"Now, lest us get some much needed sleep." Moxxie stood back up taking Stella's hand and guided her away.

As they moved towards her room, her father peaked out of his room to see them, then backed in his room and moved over the bed.

Arriving at the bed Moxxie danced with her swinging her out letting her fall on to the soft bed sheets, but in stead of letting go she pulled him to the bed. Falling on to of her he lay almost flat her chest trying to avoid touching her, Stella began to take hold of Moxxies hands as she forced them to be placed on her breasts.

"Oh crumbs." was all Moxxie could muster.

Stella let his hands go and began to take of his clothes wile Moxxie sat there feeling awkward.

"Come on take squeeze." smiled Stella as she waved to side to side.

"I shouldn't." said Moxxie.

"Squeeze them or I'll tie a nose round your neck and hang you to till your hung and use you my self."

Moxxie get invigorated and squeezed, letting Stella let out groan, he relinquished his grasp and began to work his way down her dress until was at the bottom holding her legs. With in seconds he was underneath and all Stella was able to do was thrash around trying to contain her groans.

Popping back up Moxxie had nasty look on his face and he flicked his forked tough around, and moved up pulling the dress with him until he reach the end of her legs.

"Before we go any further, I think we should get ready." said Stella shaking him of as she stood up.

Moxxie sat kneeing on the bed still fully dressed only his jacket was tossed a side, Stella left the room and as Moxxie watched her feathered behind as she thrust it side to side. Ounce it was out of sight he turned back to his clothes and began to undress and proceeded make a nice pile on the floor next to the door making sure to collect his jacket.

When Stella came back in she kicked up the pile of clothes sporting nothing but her dress draped over and held in place with one hand wile the other held a nice large drink.

"Want a sip?" she asked dropping the dress as she climbed on to the bed and crawled over towards Moxxie seductively, taking brief sips of the drink.

Ounce Moxxie had reached the head broad the drink was thrust in to his hands as Stella kneaded over his lab as she sat down right on top of him. Moxxie's eyes light up and he downed a large potion of the drink before dropping the bottle. It feel to the floor and made small puddle as some spilled out wile the rest remained inside.

"Oh crumbs." quivered Moxxie as he felt himself go limp and stiff as Stella's beak met his red lips.

As Stella sat up pulling her beak away form Moxxie she rested on her own legs, Moxxie jumped at her forcing her down as she spread her arms and legs out. And so it began loud and long, it carried on though the night.