"Hi, Stolas..."

"Blitzy? Oh Satan, what have happened?"

"Huh? Nothing has happened."

"Of course, something has." the prince insisted. "It's ME who is always calling YOU. Not the other way around. You would contact me only if something was wrong. So tell me, are you all right?"

"I'm fucking fine! It's you who is paranoid."

"Are your sure? Aren't you sick? I hope that you aren't bleeding. Do you still have two legs? And your tail? How about your hands? Gosh, all awful scenarios are suddenly coming into my mind now."

"STOP! You should really go to a therapist, because this starts to freak me out. Geez, if somebody told me in the morning that I would be having such crazy conversation with you, I wouldn't fucking believe it!"

"So, are you really well? No, wait, I will just teleport myself to you..."

"NOOO!"

"...why?" Stolas asked, when his ears stopped ringing. "Why are you calling me anyway?"

"I've been trying to tell you that from the beginning!" There was short pause, as Blitzø was taking a deep breath. "The thing is that... can we postpone our 'fool moon' meeting to other day? I'll still give you the book, Mox will bring it."

"You're making me worried again."

"For Satan's sake, I said I was fine!" he shouted again and later added in a much more quiet tone, so quiet that the prince almost missed it. "...just ...I don't look well."

"What do you mean? Oh, would you have a rash or something similar?"

"Well... yeah... probably."

"Then I can help," Stolas spoke happily. "my garden is full of various herbs, one of them will surely heal you."

"No, it's not that." A sore voice came from the mobile phone. "Anyway, I look horrible now and if you saw me, we both would loose the mood. Moreover, you certainly would loose your sanity!"

"I' don't think that it's so bad. I like you..."

"Can we meet in two weeks!?" the imp practically forced his question out, before the prince could finish his sentence.

"...but, you have been so busy lately that we barely were able to talk. (Please don't comment it.) If you feel ashamed of your look, you can wear a mask (Have we already tried that?). It's sounds exciting."

"Ugh, those masks make my skin itchy on next day." he complained.

"Blitzy, please listen to me, however you look, I swear that it won't cause me to dislike you. Please, come to me tonight." a pause. "I miss you."

It was a pure sadness, which somehow moved the imp's heart and he wasn't able to say 'no'.

ooo

The imp came to Stolas' palace like on every full moon night, but he requested to switch off all lights in the chamber, but agreed to keep the fireplace burning.

"Promise me that you won't laugh." Blitzø asked from his position in the shadows.

"Of course, I won't."

The imp took a hesitant step closer to the owl, then another and next one, when he was fully in the light, he started waiting for the inevitable.

"Is it a bandage on your forehead?" the prince made a chocking sound, but with enormous self-esteem he resisted to chuckle. "It looks like an 'X'."

"I'm leaving now!"

"No, please stay, how did come to this?" he gently grabbed the imp's arm and crouched in front of him.

"I was assassinated by ten strong demons," Blitzø would rather loose his tail than tell the owl that he just hit a bookshelf. He should have never started redecorating his flat. "I won obviously."

"Good for you, but it's a pity that it covers your tattoo. I've always adored this heart."

"Those damn twenty demons are regretting it as well!... wait, what heart?"

"The mark on you forehead." Stolas explained confused. "It reminds me of a heart. It's so cute, just like you."

"What the fuck!? It's a skull! (Some freaks say that it's a banana, but they must be retarded or worse.) But it's defenitelly not a heart! And it isn't fucking cute!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Blitzy, but for me it has always been a heart." he pointed at the bandage. "Can you take it off for a moment, so I could take a look at it?"

"Hands off. It isn't my fault that you have problem with you eyes and can't recognize simple things. Besides, I need to wear it for another week or two, or else I will end with a fucked raspberry on my head. If not for those fifty demons and their hellhounds, all would be fine."

"I see." the prince raised an eyebrow. The number of creatures, which assassinated the imp was growing with each passing second." Also, if you say that it's a skull that solves one mystery for me."

"Huh?"

"I've been wondering why such strong imp chose to have tattooed a broken heart on your forehead. But in the end it wasn't a heart at all."

"What?" Blitzø croaked.

Shit. He knew. The Goetia Prince somehow noticed that which many couldn't see.

Indeed, a long time ago, it was heart and there was a broken line in the middle of it.

When he and his sister Barbie were starting their carrier in the circus, it also involved reinventing their image. It was thought that it would look funny and would bring more people to see the show, if one of siblings would be presented as a happy twin and the other - as a sad imp. A tattoo of a heart was mentioned and a broken one ended on Blitzø's forehead, even when he strongly objected. What was the worst, everyone was saying that it suited him well, because Barbie was always the cheerfuller imp in their duo. It was nightmare. Thankfully, the tattoo was soon changed to a new shape and Blitzø was able to look at himself in the mirror again.

"Blitzy?"

"Yeah, what?"

"You've been staring at the wall for a couple of minutes." Stolas said worriedly and took imp's palms in his. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't want to distress you. I promise that I won't mention it ever again."

For a longer while, the imp was only looking at the joined hands and not knowing why, he squeezed them back.

"It isn't broken anymore."