Blitz had set down the last of the boxes in Stolas' guest room, which was now Ophelia's room. Since Paimon became an exile, all of his fortune and property was split among his children, including Stolas who received a small portion of it. It was only natural for Ophelia, who was still a queen, to move into her only son's place.

"Alright, that's the last box." Blitz said to Ophelia.

"Thank you, Blitz." Ophelia replied. "Say, did you hear? Thanks to your speech, there is a trending hashtag on Voxtagram about demons showing off their imp lovers. I believe it's called #impfucker."

"Oh yeah, I saw that. Speaking of that speech, I never got the chance to thank you for saving me that day. You really helped me out back there."

"It was something I should've done a long time ago."

"Y'know, I don't blame you for what happened to me. Shit just hit the fan with me and my family."

"I know, but… I made a promise to your mother, and I never fulfilled it until now. I just… I just wish I could've done more."

"I think you did as much as you could. … also, I've got something to show you." Blitz reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring that was very familiar to Ophelia. She soon realized that it was her wedding ring, the same ring she gave to Blitz as a child.

Ophelia gasped, "B-but I thought you said-"

"I lied. I did what you said and gave it to Mom. She had the biggest smile I remember her having when I told her it was from you. And she wore this ring every day til she died. I-I just couldn't sell it, so I've been keeping it around. I don't know why, I guess it just feels like she's still with me when I have this."

With a smile, Ophelia took the ring and put it on her finger, much to Blitz's surprise. "I thought you hated that ring?"

Ophelia looked at the ring on her finger. "Ever since I wore this, it's represented a marriage to a man I despised. But now… now it represents something else. My best friend… and a mother who loved her son."

The two smiled at each other before Blitz broke the silence. "There's another thing I wanna show you." He said before going into one box and pulling out a large book. He handed it to Ophelia who examined the cover. It said, "To My Best Friend Ophelia. By Tilla."

"W-what is this?" Said the shocked demon queen.

"It was one of the few things my dad didn't sell when Mom died. Figured it was important, so I kept it in case I saw you."

Ophelia opened the book, and to her surprise she found out it was a collection of photos of her and Tilla together. The first few pages were of them as children in the homeless camp, looking like they were having the time of their lives. As she turned the pages, they appeared older and older, but they never left each other's side. As Ophelia looked through these pictures, tears swelled up in her eyes. To think that Tilla spent so much time collecting these pictures… no, these memories, and putting them in here for Ophelia.

The very last page was what made Ophelia cry even harder. It was of them at their meeting place, that outdoor table of the cafeteria in Pride. Below the picture was handwritten words.

Thanks for being there for me.

Ophelia dropped the book as she fell to her knees, the tears flowing down her cheeks. She then grabbed Blitz and pulled him in for a hug. "Thank you Blitz… thank you for everything."

"No… thank you." Blitz said as he returned the hug, himself getting teary-eyed.


Meanwhile

Paimon sat at one stool of some dingy bar in Pride, him being the only demon in there aside from the bartender. He normally wouldn't touch places like this with a 39 and a half-foot pole, but someone had sent him a letter to meet them here. Besides, it wasn't like he had a choice of where he could go now. Since becoming an exile, Paimon had to do things he would normally be opposed to doing when he was a king. The other day, he had to scrounge through the trash to find a banana with black spots on it. It's amazing what things hunger can make you do.

For now though, he was simply waiting for this mysterious messenger. Just then, the doors to the bar swung open, revealing a man in a green suit with a metal mask. This man walked to the stool to the right of Paimon and sat on it. "So you're Paimon." The masked man said as he rested his arms on the bar counter.

"And you must be my mysterious messenger." Paimon replied. The man responded with a nod. "Why did you want to meet?"

"I heard what happened to you. All that power you had is gone now."

"Yes… all because of that damn imp!"

"Does this imp's name happen to begin with a B and end with a silent O?"

"How do you know that?"

"Let's just say yours isn't the only life he's ruined." The man slid his business card across the counter toward Paimon, who picked it up and read it. The name on it said "Obake" along with "Director of D.H.O.R.K.S"

"D.H.O.R.K.S?" Paimon said, the name ringing bells. "I've heard of your group. You had a different, less stupid name before, but you've been trying to expose us to humanity. But if you have this, that means you're not dead, since the only thing sinners come down with are the clothes on your back. Which means…" Paimon's eyes widened. "You voluntarily came down here."

"What can I say, I want revenge against Blitzo just as bad as you do, probably even more. So I say we work together to take him down."

"Well, it takes someone special to get into Hell and propose an alliance with a demon."

"Is that a yes?"

"I'm assuming you have a plan?"

"Oh, I have a plan. I just need to get my hands on some hard to obtain weapons. Ones that are blessed."

Paimon smiled, "I think I can help you in that regard. As long as Blitzo suffers."

"Believe me, he will suffer."

"Then we have a deal." Paimon shook Obake's hand.

"There's one other thing, it's about Stolas. Let's just say he's part of the plan. Tell me everything you know about him."

Paimon grinned before noticing the shocked bartender, who overheard everything. "We should probably kill him before he tells anybody." He whispered to the human.

"I got it." Obake said before pulling out a desert eagle and shooting him right between the eyes.


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