Waking up opening one eye then the other, his brain was trying to get his body to sync up. He found himself laying on his head with his body bent up and over it, Moxxie then seeing the state of the room lost all balance and fell to the floor face down. Getting up he began to recall some of last night's actions and noticed Stella was absent, but her clothes now acted as rooms décor along side his own. Looking around he pulled what he could on and tried to look smart, straightening out his Jacket only to open the door to the sound of shower.

Stepping out he began to shamefully walk down the hall, but as he passed Stella's parents room he stopped as the door was opened and a succubus stepped out. Moxxie panicked as he looked up at the tall skinny pink skinned demon who seemed to naked but also happened to be dressed.

"Hay sugar, you want a good time." she offered bending down to ruffle his hair.

"No thank you." refused Moxxie.

"Your loss." she smiled as he seductively walked away.

Moxxie cringed only to have her spin around the blow a kiss towards him.

"You got Moxxie kid, I'll give you that."

Moxxie turned to see Stella's father sitting on the bed in fall view of the door, Moxxie looked away as he stood up letting his penis hang down as it shrivelled up. He was large fat round bird, with mainly grey feathers, he moved over to the door to lean in the door way.

"Um sir, can you apply a gown?" asked Moxxie looking away.

Looking down he saw he was naked. "Oh yeah sorry." he chuckled.

Moxxie seemed to fell better as he left only to return with one on but he had left it open.

"Better?" he said

"Not really." relied Moxxie.

"Well, like I said, you got moxie, not taking on that hot piece on ass, when it was offered up to you."

"Well for your information, I have no want to sleep with her, and I'm sure she's out of my price range."

"Does my daughter factor in to this."

"No, why?" asked Moxxie hiding his true intentions.

"It's no secret what you did last night."

Moxxie tried to look away.

"Hay kid, do you think I loved her mother."

"Well, I…"

"No, I was sleeping with anything that moved." he leaned in "Your little party games with my daughter means nothing, my wife was also unfaithful, maybe. Look I can't even be sure my kids are even mine."

"Why are you telling me this."

"Don't let you feelings for her and vis versa, get in the way of my plans, or I'll have your head shoved up your own ass."

The door slumped and Moxxie gulped.

Stella was drying off in the bathroom when she pocked out her head to see Moxxie and began to sneak over to great him, but as she grew closer she heard

her father and ducked in to her brothers room to peek around the corner.

"Stella what are you doing?" asked Andrealphus peeking out form under his sleeping mask.

"Shut up." Whispered Stella throwing something at him.

Going back to the door, she heard nothing and saw Moxxie was gone, coming out she looked worried and returned to her room.

The kitchen was small but housed a large portion of the staff, a few where on step stalls cooking a breakfast when Moxxie came in, and took a free step stall to use a table top as he began to prep food. Some of the other Imps began to look and whisper amongst them selves, Moxxie saw and caught on but paid it no mind, he focused on getting the food ready, and as he moved about the kitchen.

"If you must know, I have no recollection of last night." said Moxxie.

"Oh really" they said "Because we all heard it."

"What!" Exclaimed Moxxie.

"Yeah it was quite ruckus."

Moxxie seemed shaken as he moved what he had prepared over to the cooker.

"It seems like you where going at it like hound dogs." they sniggered.

"Well, at least I'm getting some, what about you. I bet none of you can say you've slept with a higher class demon before."

"I had sex with an incubus ounce." said one.

"That doesn't count Larry." Juxtaposed another.

Moxxie finished up "Well then, I don't care, Stella and I have something." he then left taking the food with him.

The others watched as he left before going back to their own work.

"What a dick." they said.

The door bell was ringing and no one was in attendance to answer, the sound echoed down the empty hall being carried ever dimming though the house. It sounded again, and again, growing ever rapid as it became ever distant in the house.

"I'll get it." called Stella as she marched over applying her earrings.

Upon arrival the door was swung open and the person who had long since stopped their insentient ringing had spun around.

"Yes can I help you?" asked Stella.

"Well, isn't this a fine treat." said the man "It isn't often you find one of the Ars Goetia answering their own door."

"Well, we have short number of staff." said Stella "Your are not of nobility, and our manner house is only half ours, we are all forced to live one floor."

"Well, I know a thing or two about that, our mansion was small, only having two floors but looked like it held three by using height, to make it look taller."

"Well, it's all an attempt to build up our status."

"Yes, it always is."

Stella grew inpatient "It's all well and good, but why are you here."

Moxxie was in Stella's bed room with the food all laid out, Moxxie was making sure it looked pleasing to the eye. After having finished the presentation Moxxie felt proud and looked around and didn't find Stella.

Poking backward out of the room he looked down the hall "Stella?"

No reply came.

"Stella?"

Moxxie went back in picked up the try and left on a search.

Standing in the hall Stella was not impressed, talking to the guest he seemed more inclined to think he was a member of the upper crust as she was.

"And why should I believe that?"

"If physical parallels aren't enough, then let me simply talk to him. That way you have a direct source to confirm."

Stella made sure to hold one arm up ageist the door to block his way in. "And why should I bother."

Moxxie walked in to view with a smile to see Stella. "I made you…" he stopped and in pure shock he lost his grip and dropped the tray, it hit the ground and the food spilled out on the floor.

Stella spun around in fear at the crash and this allowed the demon to step past her and make it inside.

After pushing past her he made his way to Moxxie "Hello son." he beamed.

Sitting at home Moxxie's parents sat in their chairs drinking wine, his mother Elmira was face deep in newspaper wile his father Everett was enjoining his drink.

"Darling, you know our dear son." spoke up Elmira.

"Oh yes, our dear Moxxie." replied Everett

"I think I found him."

Everett looked over at Elmira who showed him an article form the paper.

"Imp saves soon to be Goetia royalty." he read, his eyes scanned the article "Imp house servant shot a gun man who was trying to kill the future wife to Prince Stolas." he stopped reading.

"Well then."

"What, he left." he reasoned "What do you want me to do."

"Go out there and fined him!" she shouted.

"Well then, very good dear, where should I start. We have no idea where he is?"

The world seemed to shift at that moment, wile Stella had been taken back by crash, Moxxie was in utter shock, both seemed ready to pounce but in fact where frozen to the spot.

Everett looked around the place admiring the décor "It's a nice upgrade." he said running his hands along some of the walls. "You've done well for your self here son. But your mother and I think it's time for you to come home." he spun around and left towards the door. He stopped before he left and looked back. "Aren't you coming?"

"No, why would I come with you?" snapped Moxxie.

"You can't be on your own until your eighteen, and your only fifteen."

"I'm seventeen." snapped Moxxie "I left home, well over a year ago."

"Well, your still legally ours, so id rather take you home willingly then have to drag you back bloody and beaten, we have dinner event this evening."

I'm not going with you." argued Moxxie "You would beat and belittle me, you put me on show and forced me in to things I never wanted to do."

"You may have been a little harsh with that, but we can work out an operate punishment."

"No."

"Look child, you do as is say." he went in to beat Moxxie, but his hand was caught.

Stella gripping tight, thrust his hand aside "Don't you talk to him like that." stepped in Stella. "This is your son, have you no respect, have you now sense for others except yourself."

Everett smiled as he listened to Stella waffle on.

"He deserves better then you."

The sound of heavy feet grew louder form behind until a figure had emerged behind them in the hall.

"Now I want you out of my house!" Demanded Stella now that she had finished her rant.

"It's not your house." came a stern voice.

Looking around Stella saw her father.

"Now my dear man, his young fellow is in my employment, why don't you come in and we can talk terms." he offered.

"Thank you." smiled Everett.

The two moved out of the hall and towards the sitting room, leaving Stella and Moxxie both stunned.

Sitting in two arm chairs in the small dank room Everett and Stella's father sat down as they spoke about current family events.

"Thank you for having me."

"My pleasure."

"I didn't catch a name."

"It's Dew-cane."

Everett sat pondering the the name.

"So your son ran away did he, I can't imagine what's that like." Dew-cane continued.

"Well, it's hard. Especially when your son is part of the impression we want to give off."

"And when he left it all somehow falls away."

"Yes, how did you know."

"The same thing happened when my Emily died."

"Was she your wife."

"Oh god no. Wait yes." said Dew-can correcting himself "She was just like her mother."

"Emily."

"No Stella. Emily was raised to be queen, they both where. I never saw eye to eye with her."

"I now what you mean,

"Emily only needed to bare an air in hopes they would marry in to royalty. I was able to do so, making a deal with Paimon."

"Well I see your have done well for your self."

"I did, but after Emily died, we lost are impression of loving household, and that of being royal material."

"How so."

"It came down to the fact, the bitch even in death could not let me win, and sabotaged me, and forced us to live in this dump, my old house."

"Well, I can't relate there, but it must be hard."

"It is, every, everything we have goes to making sure we look rich."

"Same."

"Well you need to take your son and return to your wife." said Dew-cane as he move over to cabinet in the corner.

Everett watched as he took out two glasses and pored them a drink each.