Stella was just screaming like a banshee from the kidney stones she was trying to pass right now. Yes, it was so much to bear, and Stolas took joy in hearing her cry and scream as the stone was passing.

"Have you no decency?" Said Andrealphus, looking unamused at the prince.

"This is hell, dumbarse, in what way does decency have an effect down here in Hell? Besides, I cannot record Stella's sufferings, but it's ok for you to freeE imps?"

"What?" The marquis said defensively. "I just use them to help practice my ice powers. Besides, these imps are the lowest of the low when it comes to the pyramid."

"can you two stop it?" Said Octavia. "Can you not get along for just one minute at least?"

Both her father and uncle pointed their finger at one another like immature children. "He started it!" They both said in unison.

"Look, I don't care who started it. I will finish it if I have too!" Octavia tried to sound serious.

"Calm now, darling," said Stella from the other side of the door. "You got to sound more dominant and assertive in your voice."

"No one asked you, bitch." said Stolas angrily

"Up yours, imp lover!" Stella insulted back.

"Hey hey hey, can't we all just get along, here?" Clyde said. "You're making me feel uncomfortable."

Keeping his composure, Andrealphus cleared his throat and fluffed his fluffy fur coat. "Look, why don't we just cut to the chase before things get a little... out of hand."

"For once, we agree on something." Stolas rolled his eyes.

"Say, Lincoln," said Andrealphus, "why don't you try on the nice outfit me and my dear sister purchased for you."

"a suit?" Asked Clyde

"Yeah, Stella is trying to make my family royal and powerful again."

"You mean like your Scottish ancestors?" Asked his best friend

"Uh-huh."

"Yes, we are trying to help him fit in more to be Octavia's friend." Said Andrealphus

"I know you hate poor people." said Octavia, "but you shouldn't force it upon him."

"I do not hate poor people." Said Andrealphus. "I just... don't like their cuisine or their stench." Then he remembered something. "Speaking of which, Clyde, I almost forgot." He pulled out some kind of cologne that said "Poor Fuck Off" on it, spraying it all over Lincoln's best friend and making him cough.

"pardon me, sir." Said Clyde, "but is that really necessary?"

"For commoners like you? It is quite necessary." Said Andrealphus. "I will have not even one faint smell of the poor."

"I'm not poor!" Clyde said. "I have massage chairs at home."

"Pfft, please." The icy demon crossed his arms. "Any Goetia family member can purchase a massage chair." Then he took a breath. "Look, my sincere apologies for losing my composure."

"Look, sir, you should see how Clyde cooks. He knows how to make a mean cake." Lincoln pointed. "Take it from me."

"And me," said Octavia. "Clyde is a master chef in a child's body. He can even make Gordon Ramsay gasp in awe."

"Ah, very well," said Andrealphus. "Let me see what your culinary skills are."

"Parfait!" Clyde said in glee. "You will not be sorry. So, what do you want me to cook?"

"Hmm, surprise me for all I care." Andrealphus plainly stated.

Clyde smiled and went to the kitchen to create something nice for the Icy Goetia marquis. Thinking in his head, he thought snapped his finger at an interesting idea.

"Can your friend really make good dishes?" asked Andrealphus?

"Absolutely. He won the Royal Woods baking contest for three years in a row." Lincoln said. "Nothing can beat Clyde's dishes.

"Done!" Clyde came out with a plate of a slice of bittersweet chocolate tart, and it looked absolutely appetizing. "Voila! Bon appetit."

"A chocolate tart ey?" said the marquis. He pulled out a delicate-looking fork and Clyde held the plate as Octavia's uncle grabbed a chunk with the fork, and stuffed it in his mouth, trying to savor it. "Well, i guess it-" before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened with sparkles and he was so stunned he dropped his fork on the ground. The taste was so beyond comprehension, and he was fantasizing himself in some kind of heaven where there were chocolate tarts galore. Coming back to reality, he smiled. "Oh my fucking Satan." said Andrelaphus in disbelief. "This is tres parfait."

"I told you that you would like it." said Stolas smugly.

"Well, i can say this, my dear Clyde," the uncle looked at him. "You certainly got a bright culinary future with your skills."

Clyde let out a big smile on his face, knowing that he was getting closer to becoming recognized with his dishes and recipes.

"Well, i guess i got my pleasure of recording Stella's screams. Come on, Via. i need to meet with my father."

"Oh no, what does he want now?"

"He wants to come by for his usual tea time." Stolas rolled his eyes. "I just want him to get off my back and leave us alone."

"Well, you know how he is with keeping things 'Royal' for us Goetias." Andrealphus smugly said

"Quiet you." Stolas replied.

"I don't want to stay and see more of you guys fighting." said Clyde.

"Yeah guys, just try and get along for once."

"We'll try." said Stolas. "Only for your sake, princess."

"So, Clyde. You wanna hang out for video games at my place?" asked Lincoln

Looking at the Goetia princess, then back to his best friend. "You know what Lincoln, you can go without me. I think i wanna stay with Octavia for a little longer."

"That's fine." Lincoln smiled. "Be careful down here."

"I will."

As Lincoln called Loona to take him back to earth, Clyde was walking with the two royal demons back to the palace, and Clyde was escorted back to Octavia's room. "Oh, Clyde," said Octavia, "You might want to stay out of sight from my grandpa."

"Does he hate humans?" Clyde frowned.

"No, of course not. He... just compares humans to cattle most of times, and thinks humans are the lowest of the low on top of the political pyramid."

"Oh." the boy didn't sound so happy to hear this. "Will he kill me?"

"No!" Octavia looked up for a second. "Yeah, no. He won't kill. But i know he probably won't like you."

"Whew."

"So if he comes up to my room, hide in my closet, ok?"

"Got it. And, Octavia, if you don't want to become the new Goetia ruler, why don't you tell your dad?"

Having a look of doubt on her face, the princess finally said: "i would like to, but it's my grandfather. While he... stepped down from the throne, he still has major power over the family, and a big influence. So, even if my dad tried to defy his father, even though the throne has been passed on to his son, then Paimon would get infuriated, and... things would really get ugly. Nothing is more terrifying than my grandfather's wrath."

"Ooh. But you shouldn't be afraid to tell your grandfather that."

"I should since he is the Goetia king. He is almost as powerful as Lord Lucifer. But don't worry about me."

"OK then." Clyde said. It was quiet for a few minutes and Octavia looked out the window. "Just look at the world out this palace Clyde. Many of those demons doing Satan knows what in all the rings."

"Well, being the afterlife for evil people, you are safer here than out there."

"Maybe. Sometimes the royal life can be boring."

"Even if your dad is letting you live a normal life?"

"Yes. But it can still be boring. Like i mentioned; i am glad my mum moved out, so that way i won't have to hear her screeching voice anymore, especially when she is pissed off."

"Does your mom have... anger issues?" asked Clyde, trying to sound sensitive about it

"Oh yes. Actually, that would be more of an understatement."