In the backyard, Lincoln was picking up Charles' droppings. It wasn't the funnest part of his normal life, for Charles' feces can be quite stinky since he has been known to eat scraps, especially leftover pizza.

Despite that; Lincoln was just about done with his little chore and he put the bag of feces in the trash can put in the front yard.

washing his hands in the kitchen to get rid of the stench, Lincoln crashed on the couch after finishing the chore. He was playing video games on one of his handheld consoles to pass the time and wondered if anything exciting can happen today. Suddenly, a magical being appeared next to him and it was revealed to be none other than Stolas. "Ah, good morning Lincoln." said Stolas. "How are you this fine day?"

"Just got done picking up Charles' poop." Lincoln had a disgusted look on his face.

"Charles?"

"my dog."

"Oh. How... charming." Stolas had a disgusted look on his face. "The only curse about having pets, cleaning up after their... items."

"So how are you, Stolas?" asked Lincoln.

"Another typical day. And I am so glad that (bleep) Stella moved out of my palace."

"Hey, who said that w-?!" Rita and a couple of the sisters walked in the room. "Oh. Hello."

"Guys, meet Stolas." said Lincoln. "The Goetia-"

"Prince?" said Lucy, sounding surprised before she walked up to him and gently grasped his right hand. "I worship you." Then she began kissing Stolas' right hand over and over again like he was her most beloved god.

Stolas looked flattered but also a little uncomfortable. "Thank you. How charming." He said.

"ok Lucy," said Luna. "That's enough dude."

"I apologize. I always love Hell and all the demons that inhabit it."

"Should I wipe their memories about Hell, Lincoln?"

"They already know. They found out and they're ok with it." Lincoln clarified. "Didn't Blitzo tell you?"

"No, he didn't." The Goetia prince replied. "And are you sure the secret is safe?"

"positive. Crazy things happen in my house all the time."

"It's true." said Luna. "Wild kind of crazy."

"I see." said Stolas.

"Can I have an autograph, your highness?" asked Lucy with a pen and a journal."

"Uhhhh, sure, why not."

"Eeeeee." Lucy exclaimed in her monotonous voice.

"So don't take this the wrong way, Stolas but, why are you here?"

"I wanted to ask if you can give Octavia some company. She's having a boring day and I am just a little busy right now unfortunately." Stolas replied. "So what do you say?"

"Sure I can hang out with her. I already finished my chores and I don't have anything else better to do."

"You get to hang out with a princess?" said Lola. "Why not take me with you?"

"I'm terribly sorry, my dear." said Stolas. "But hell is no place for helpless little girls like you." He tried to sound as nice to her as possible.

Of course, Lola took offense and said: "helpless? Uh, FYI, I have a black belt in karate and I know how to defend for myself."

"She's right, you know." said Leni. "I've seen her take down a security guard at the mall one time for cutting in line at the food court."

"And she got banned from the mall for a whole month afterwards." said Lori.

"He was asking for it!" Lola pointed. "No one cuts in front of me and gets away with it!"

"Easy, Lols." said Lana. "Just find your happy place."

"Sorry." Lola sighed.

"Well she did ask for Lincoln, and... it's still a little too risky." Stolas said. "Besides if Lincoln and IMP get in trouble than I get in trouble. Blitzy and his cronies use my grimwoir after all."

"We get it." said Lynn.

"Just remember to be back before dark, honey." said Rita

"I know mom. I know about the curfew rule."

Rita smiled at him. "Good."

"Come along then, Lincoln." said Stolas. He opened the portal and went to Hell and Lincoln followed after him.

"It's still crazy how we're letting Lincoln in H- I mean, H-E double hockey sticks like this." Lynn Sr admitted. "What if he gets attacked by mangy demons?"

"Come on dudes," said the rocker girl. "Loona looks like a tough-as-nails hellhound. She can help him out when needed, like how she killed this dirtbags from mugging Lincoln."

"True." said Rita.

The white-haired boy was in the Royal palace once again and there was Octavia drinking some lemonade. "Hey Octavia."

the Goetia princess perked up as if she recognized that voice (which of course, she recognized it too well.)

"Lincoln!" she said, sounding happy to see him. "How are you?"

"Done picking up dog poop."

"Ew. That sounds like a fun job." Octavia smirked.

Lincoln chuckled. "Yeah."

"Well, I am off on official business with Satan himself. I'll see you in a little while, Octavia."

"Bye dad."

"And I will let you know if there is any problem at all."

"Got it."

as Stolas left, Lincoln and Octavia were alone together. "So, what do you wanna do?" Lincoln asked her.

"Well, there is is very cool taxidermy museum I love so much. Wanna come with me?"

"Taxidermy? Like stuffed animal trophies?"

"Hmm-mm. That's the one."

"Sure, that sounds nice. I didn't know you like taxidermy."

"I fucking love taxidermy." Octavia said. "It always fascinates me to see dead animals stuffed and turned into that for display."

"They're not going to attack me out of nowhere, are they?"

"no, no no no, of course not." Octavia reassured him. "It's not a haunted house."

"Ok."

They heard some lady clear her throat and looked. It was Stella, which could not be good since how much of a bitter bitch she is. "Am I interrupting anything?" She asked

"Oh, no mom. Not at all. I thought you live with me bald Andrealphus now?"

"I do. I have no pleasure in being here anymore. But I wanted to give your father a piece of my mind."

"Well, he's not here. He has an important business to attend with Lord Satan or something like that."

"Bah. Shit." Stella cursed. Then she looked at Lincoln. "Hello again, dear."

"Hello, your highness." Lincoln tried to sound polite to her again.

"I already told you before, did I? Just call me Stella."

"So listen, I also came looking for you to give you a proper outfit fit for a royal human."

"Outfit?"

"What are you talking about, mum?" Octavia sounded confused.

"Lincoln has royal ancestry from Scotland."

Her daughter sounded surprised to hear that. "Wow, holy crap. Really?"

"Well, yeah, but it's no big deal."

"No big deal?" said Stella in disbelief. "It is the biggest deal anyone can imagine, Lincoln." She grabbed Lincoln by the arm. "Come along. I'll show you the kind of outfits you can wear instead of those rags you call clothes."

"Ow, ow, easy." Lincoln said.

"Can I come with you mum, just in case?" Octavia sounded worried that her mother would probably hurt Lincoln.

"Of course. Andrealphus always loves seeing you."