Tea time. Ah. What a time to be alive. Nothing between him but a good book and the overview of Pride on the balcony. Some things really couldn't be taken for granted in his view. Stolas had been so busy lately with meetings with varying figures of the underworld. From Lucifer himself, to his father (god forbid), to hosting various parties in order to raise charity events that would look good on the Goetia family name. Stolas hadn't felt as though he wasn't able to enjoy things by his lonesome.
As much as he loved his wife and nearly adult daughter, he needed a break. Truly and honestly needed time for himself. He wouldn't know when the next break would be. Sure, as royalty he COULD do whatever he essentially wanted within reason. He had the power. The money. The resources. The abilities that Stolas possessed as a Goetia, he felt as though that a clear mind and a clear body is all that he needed right now. Though, he does think of it earlier a few days back when Blitzo, his closest and bestest friend since childhood had came over for his Grimoire for the need of going back to Earth.
Now, this is something that Stolas has done for the last decade or so since Blitzo started I.M.P. Not that he minded of course, it's all very hush hush about how he leant Blitzo the grimoire. Of course, it's Goetia property and Blitzo had to return the Grimoire at some point so he could teach it to his daughter, Octavia. She would one day take his place as princess to the Goetia family. She already is princess, but not by entire legal work until she was 'of age' to take over such responsibilities which is why Stolas was trying to teach her early on about her magic, her abilities and how to possess them as royal bloodline.
It went even so far as even Paimon and his mother to step in every now and then to tutor her as much as he disdained his father for even coming here in the first place. But, what say did he have? He's a prince and his father is a king. This palace is owned by Paimon, given to him by Lucifer Morningstar himself. Paimon was one of the angels who fell with Lucifer in the first place making Paimon the literal oldest Goetia in hell and one of the first. So, he couldn't have a say in what his father did as he did come in as he pleased every now and then.
Still, Paimon is typically busier with royal affairs than Stolas is, so that's one saving grace he had. Meaning he didn't see his father very often. But his mother.. Oh his mother is one that he is glad that is interacting with Octavia. To say she resembled her grandmother is an understatement. She's soft and understanding with her grandchild as she's learning more and more about her magic. She;s growing up so fast that it felt like a blink to Stolas. His smile only grew at the thought of one day her taking his place as a rightful ruler of the Goetia family. His finger on his romance novel between his thumb and his other fingers flipping a page with said thumb to read on.
A sip of his warm tea pushing past his beak, swallowing softly in delight. It had a tinge of honey and milk in it as he always had a slight sweet tooth when it came to anything. Milk, honey and a sugar cube in it and it was just perfection. Stolas had always wondered what it would be like to like in a fantasy romance novel. A shining knight to come save the day to save the dame in distress. Or, could Stolas even call himself a damsel in distress?
There must've been a word for it that he couldn't put a finger on. Regardless, he knows what he has is good. Sure, it was an arranged marriage between him and Stella. But what came out of it was worth it. Being able to raise an heir broke a cycle that had been passed down from generation to generation. Stolas had many unnamed brothers and sisters in the Goetia name that were scattered around Hell. Stolas never met them, but he wondered if they were like Paimon. Rude, arrogant, egotistical, power tripping.
Ah, the usuals of the Goetia name. That is something he would sorely instill into his daughter to remind her they were still vulnerable to anything that might happen. If anything taught him about the events of Striker nearly killing him, if Blitzo's workers hadn't saved him…he doesn't know what he'd do.
Stella, Octavia and Blitzo had come to visit him in the hospital at the time when he was injured with injuries that were sustained onto him. Droplets of royal blood of an assassination attempt gone wrong. Striker was on Stolas's shitlist number 1 for even trying to attempt such a foolish murder. All in a name to get back at Blitzo due to how close they were. Though the assassin got one thing wrong. Blitzo was NOT his lover. Stolas had preferred it stay that way. They were great friends. Close friends since childhood. Even Stolas had forgiven Blitzo's attempt to steal from him as a child. Cash was to blame, not Blitzo.
His fingers put down the book to gaze at his surroundings. A small exhale escapes Stolas in a contented manner. He was able to just relax, unwind and be able to stop to smell the roses so to speak. It's nice. He knows he'd have to attend another meeting with Lucifer tomorrow to discuss the territory of the Goetia's being increased, but at the same time it unnerved him to speak to someone so… SO high up the ladder. He figured that his father would've dealt with this sort of thing, but it seemed as though Paimon wanted his son to prove that he's able to even handle these sort of meetings. To not fuck this up, so to speak. Ah, how he missed his fathers talks with him. Totally not sarcastic.
He can't do much about it. The appointment is already set for Stolas to go to this meeting and it would look INCREDIBLY bad on Stolas if he didn't go to this meeting. He knows that he had to bite the bullet so to speak. Lucifer is a very powerful figure in Hell. From stories he's heard, he's essentially untouchable due to how powerful his angelic powers were. The one thing that could fully end a life in Hell if someone was a Sinner or Goetia like him. Blessed weapons or Angelic powers in general. And the only ones who had this sort of ability were Paimon, the seven deadly sins, and Lucifer. Well… the Morningstar family in general. Of course, if he gave Lucifer no reason to hurt him, then it shouldn't be too awful.
Stolas takes another sip of his tea allowing for the warm yet sweet taste to resonate on his tongue. Tomorrow's worries are just that. Tomorrow. For now, he's going to enjoy his day to the fullest. It's about 1:30 in the afternoon and he's still got so much time to kill. He wonders if he should tend to his plants or spend the day with Octavia? Ah, the options seemed so limitless. He was about to pick up his book again when he heard the knock on his door on the balcony. His head perked up and looked to his right where the soft knock could be heard.
He supposed that tea time would have to wait now. Stolas would clear his throat to sound 'professional' if it were someone else. His feathers easing down to make himself look as approachable as possible.
"Come in!" He hollered to the otherside of the door. Was he too loud? He hoped not. The last thing he wanted is to sound annoyed or angry with the other. Something he had to learn consistently from not doing as learned by his father whenever they were in studies together. His father had been easily annoyed by interruptions and it wasn't like Stolas was doing anything too busy. Make time for his duties if it called for it. The balcony door opened and a small Imp wearing butler clothes would exit the door having his hands at ease.
Ah. Pringles. Good to see the chap. Pringles is someone that he could rely on in a pinch. Although, that begged the question… What was so important that it brought Pringles to Stolas as he's trying to unwind? Stolas places a feather between the book adding it as his personal bookmark. It would have to wait.
"Pringles, good to see you this afternoon. How are you?" Stolas trying his best to sound friendly and not TOO formal. Pringles knew all to well that Stolas could be a people pleaser when it came down to it. After all, Paimon's butler and Stola's butler were very different people. Although they dressed the same. Typical rich and royal attire. Nothing could be changed about that.
"Mmm. Very good this afternoon, your highness. I do hope I was not interrupting your afternoon. I know you requested to be left alone." Ah. Right.
"Ah, don't worry about that my friend. I always appreciate your presence." Stolas tries to ease that worry from Pringles. Pringles would nod in response.
"Very right, your highness. I came to inform you that your Imp friend has returned from the other world and has wished to return your Grimoire to you. I am afraid that your Imp friend is in a lot of trouble at the moment. He has specifically requested your presence." That didn't sound far off from Blitzo if he wanted to spend time with Stolas upon returning the Grimoire.
… Although the look on Pringles face said it enough that this wasn't a social call. Back to business it was. Standing up to around seven feet tall, his talons would approach forward with his book under his palms. "I see. I'll go to him then. Thank you for notifying me, Pringles."
"Of course, your highness. I shall tend to your tea cup." Pringles walks past Stolas in an orderly fashion leaving Stolas to walk forwards towards the main living quarters where Stolas would usually find Blitzo. Pringles behind him would grip his hand onto the coaster that usually one would set down their cups and their silverware carrying it by one hand in a strength that wasn't to be mocked by such a small Imp.
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His talons clicked along the floor as he made his way in stride wondering what sort of 'trouble' Blitzo could be in. Had he been discovered by humans? Well, that's an evident case due to the fact that his job is killing humans who had backstabbed various people in the past. Had he gotten in trouble with a Sin… no.. Satan forbid Lucifer for getting caught with the grimoire? If that were the case, then Lucifer's escorts would've been here instead of Pringles which meant that things were still under wraps. His heart beat against his chest nervously as he kept walking down the evenly lit hallways of the palace.
It reminded Stolas how lonely it could get at times without Stella at his side. For all their marriage disputes in the past and how to work it out from there, he still loved Stella for all that she's worth. She made him happy and birthing Octavia also made him the happiest owl in all of Hell. Even so much as having a best friend who he met during childhood. A bond that couldn't be broken no matter what. He's still with that succubus wasn't he?
Ah, the drama! He couldn't wait to hear it! He's sure he could hear the tea from all the latest crazy fans of that succubus.
Octavia is currently out of the palace hanging with her friends so there wouldn't be any sort of trouble of her dealing with Stolas's 'mess' for whatever trouble is coming his way. Ah it is so good to see Blitzo long has it been? A week? Two? I barely hear from him these days. His business must be skyrocketing! I'm proud of thoughts seemed to ease away the tension he felt in his bones. Everything that's happened to him so far? It was well worth it. He always hears the stories of the events that Blitzo would go to and how his killings would always end off with a bang.
Earth stories were always so entertaining, although the only reason he once went to Earth is because of her daughter's bullying at the academy they sent her to. She wanted an escape. A real reason to see the Earth that her and her father's friend were always talking about. Sheltered. Privileged. Stuck up. Those words made his blood boil whenever he hears her talking about herself like that. Octavia is the most gentle, passionate and ambitious girl he's ever met. And to have to save her from herself was heartbreaking.
Even if she did want to see the stars like that. He couldn't blame her. Hell wasn't fair. It's meant to be that way. But he's trying to make up the best he could for her.
For now, she's off with her friends while her father tended to his duties. He lost track of time just thinking about prior events so far. His head perked up however hearing yelling and arguing with one another. Oh. He brought his entire employees? It would make sense they were here too due to them being assigned to him. Although why were they arguing? Had something gone wrong? It must've if they're arguing like this. Stolas would stop for a moment, pressing his ear to the door trying to give it a listen.:
"...Sir, I know we did something we shouldn't have, but please try to be reasonable! We can't just go back. The book is sealed for now! We have to wait for it to recharge!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?! I forget that damn book has a limit! Fuck, fuck! We're so dead. We are SO fucking dead!"
"Will you shut the fuck up?! Blitzo, he'll understand that we made a mistake. He can surely just use his powers or some shit to send him back. It'll be fine." A certain female's voice.
"Loonie, it doesn't work like that! He's not THAT powerful. I mean he's powerful, but he's not on some Morningstar shit."
Huh.. this is the first time Blitzo has accidentally called Stolas weak. Of course he didn't try to insult him, but this is the first time he's actually talked behind Stolas's back like this. He continues to listen.
"How is he? Is he even alive?" Blitzo inquire to someone… it takes a few minutes but another voice comes up.
"He ain't doin' well, sir. He's… he's barely holdin' on." Is.. is someone injured? If so, he needed to help… although who was injured… it didn't sound like anyone in their group was injured. Okay. Time to stop eavesdropping and put on that facade to pretend he didn't just listen in to their conversation like the nosy owl he is. He stood back up and adjusted his crown, his cape and his feathers trying to make a 'grand appearance' as if.
Turning the knob, Stolas would enter into the living room of the palace that was quite large and expensive to the sight. Couches decorated with throw pillows and blankets for guests to come to at anytime. Especially for Blitzo's employees.
"Blitzy! It's so good to see-.." In that moment, Stolas would stop speaking with his mouth hanging as if trying to find the words that were jumbled in his throat. One blink. Two blink. Then there was the issue lying in front of him. All heads were turned to Stolas who looked so out of place with whatever he was trying to say. In the back row of their group, Loona held something he never thought he was going to see in all of his lifetime… and his blood ran absolutely cold from the sight.
Crooked against her neck held a human child. Barely above the age of 9 if he had to wager. His body held together in a bridal style with his feet dirtied and bloodied. Loona's hands were covered in dark red as it dripped and dripped like a leaky faucet onto the floor coating the carpet and the stone floor in wet red. His dark blonde hair is messy, unkempt and dirty as well. It barely looked like the child had a bath in ages. The child looked miserable to spectate hanging from Loona's arms. His shoulder was entirely covered in blood, along with his body barely breathing. Wheezing from the looks of it. Barely holding it together as is. Slow, methodical whimpering and moanings of pain could be heard.
"Blitzo… what.. What the fuck is this? What.. what just happened out there?!" Stolas could barely contain his rage right now.
Not only did Blitzo just bring back a LIVING, MORTAL human child from the land of the living… he also brought back one that was injured and nearly dying coatingHIS FLOOR IN BLOOD.
Blitzo is SO lucky right now that Stella was entertaining guests right now and Octavia is out with her friends. Because only Stolas and Pringles knew about the ordeal with the Grimoire as Pringles knew his place to keep his mouth shut. A Grimoire that belonged to the Goetia family meaning that demon laws were being MASSIVELY broken right now!
Blitzo would sheepishly grin at this trying to mask the situation with his type of humor.
"Ah, you know! We had a job… and things were going great… and then we found out that a scumbag sonnuvabitch was doing some REALLY awful shit… Just a day in the life!" He shrugged as if not being aware of the total mess that Blitzo had just brought upon Stolas and the rest of his family.
Stolas felt his feathers rustle in anger, and right now it's directed at Blitzo more than his employees because Blitzo KNEW that using the Grimoire meant breaking demon laws as it were. He's toyed along with this long enough as he gripped Blitzo by the cheeks leaning in with a hiss.
"Do you know what kind of shithole I'm dug in right now, Blitzo?" Blitzo's yellow gaze stared deeply into Stolas's red burning gaze. He… wasn't too aware of demon laws, no. Nor did he really give much of a fuck about them considering the shit that they did. So, Blitzo shrugged again.
"Not really, no. Uh.. is it that bad?" Stolas pushed back Blitzo gently in a state of irritation at how clueless Blitzo is about all this.
"I'm in a world of trouble right now because you brought a HUMAN to HELL. Which is finable by either being exiled with my powers stripped, or executed, Blitzo!" Blitzo seemed to catch on finally that he did something he REALLY shouldn't have done.
"Look, I know I fucked up, but please listen to me Stolas I wasn't trying to get you hurt or anything. I really needed help and you were the first one I thought of to go to! I-I got this kid hurt because of my job and.." Blitzo stammering to find his words that he couldn't speak. "..a-and listen, this is really important, okay? I need your help."
Stolas knows he should turn down Blitzo's offer and force him to send this child back to Earth, but the book had limits and rechargeable capabilities that limited how much a Goetia could interfere with the living world. It was so much different than a Asmodeus Crystal that could travel to and from the living world as many times as they wanted. Stolas placed his fingers on the bridge of his beak trying to figure out a solution. If this child really was the consequence of Blitzo's job, then he shouldn't turn down the offer. If he had to save Blitzo's fuckup to save himself, then what choice did he have? Loona would snarl to break the silence.
"While you two morons are fucking arguing like a married couple, this kid doesn't have a whole lot of time left, so make your decision of either helping him or not." Loona would clutch the kid closer to her chest. The young boys' arms tucked closer to his chest with soft hoarse wheezing audible if one could listen closely to it. Millie and Moxxie looked at one another as if trying to find something to say.
Blitzo grits his teeth lightly trying to find some sort of way to suck up to Stolas. "Listen if you have to take back the Grimoire from me forever, then do it okay? I know this is something I can't fix instantly. J-just help me… please?"
Blitzo hated to beg for others to help him. It was so fucking weak and pitiful. Especially as an Imp due to how much they were on the lower class of species in Hell. It was like Blitzo is kissing the ass of a royal demon as an Imp should. It felt so humiliating. Even if this IS his best friend that he's doing this to. Stolas remained silent for another moment. This child… he noticed something. Why was this child wearing a medical garb? Why did he look so malnourished? This didn't feel right so suddenly. Stolas inhales and exhales, turning to face Blitzo and his employees.
"Follow me." Stolas would command in a tone that demanded seriousness. Without a second thought, Blitzo, Loona, Millie and Moxxie would follow behind Stolas who led them away from the living room. He'd have to ask Pringles to sponge up the blood and replace the carpet later. For now, he's got to save a life. He's not a medical professional at all. He isn't sure exactly what Blitzo expected from Stolas… but from his decades of magical knowledge, he may be able to ease the pain at the very least. The hallways felt so cramped for one's that were so nice to live in.
Stolas's face kept away from Blitzo feeling too angry to even look at him right now. He did this to himself and now he's having someone else take the fall for his mistake. Stolas's hands kept a grip on his cape as it flowed down the hallway slightly dragging blood against the tips of his cape. Drip… drip.. Drip.. more and more red blood is being emitted from the child, as if it were bleeding faster because they were moving. Blitzo knows he should really shut the fuck up since he knows Stolas isn't exactly happy with him.. But he had to say something, right? This guilt felt like it's eating him up.
"So, how's the kid, huh? She doing alright?" Blitzo breaks the silence with his faux cheery attitude. Although Stolas didn't respond to his question. He just kept walking further and further away from the scene of the crime so he could make sure no one could see them with the human child. A room that's a guest room but in a more… quiet part of the palace. Even with the butlers around, they didn't say a word… only that they stared in shock at the three imps and a Hellhound walking the same vicinity as the Goetia.
"Uh… What about the wife? She still hating on Imps?" He tries again to crack a joke at the tense he felt in his chest. Moxie should've just politely told Blitzo to stop talking but, Stolas already did this by ignoring Blitzo. It was enough to make the Imp feel ashamed of what he did.
"In here." Stolas voice trying to hold the crack of anger in his tone with hurried breathing. They had walked about ten minutes away from the crime scene to another part of the palace where the little one could be left alone. The next issue would have to be paying a medical professional enough hush money to keep this quiet. Stolas opened up a room inside of the room where it had a nice view of the Pride ring itself where the pentagram sun would shine inside of the room casting it in a warm, dark red glow. The bed itself is made and spit spot cleaned. The room itself looked like something you'd walk into a hotel room, except there wasn't a TV. Mostly just a singular bed with fluffy pillows and rich aesthetic blanket coverings.
Stolas would motion for Loona to set the child down onto the bed where they could begin to process. "Where is he injured? How was he injured?" Stolas would begin to ask as the little boy would be set down onto the bed where a clear wound is shown on his shoulder. Moxxie answers for Stolas.
"He was shot by a caliber sniper in the left shoulder, your highness. He tried to block Blitzo from getting shot and ended up taking the crossfire for himself. We lost more blood on the way here." He says as he would stand at the edge of the bed. Loona sets down the child on his back where Stolas would lift up the sleeve of the child, almost gagging at the clear indent in his shoulder. A gaping bullet hole nearly tearing the child's arm. Bone protruding from it being split by being shot. He isn't sure he can set the bone back which means he'd have to dress the wound for now and call a medical professional to clip off the shattered bone.
"Okay… I will admit there isn't much I can do here. But I can start by seeing if I can get rid of the bullet fragments or the bullet itself." Stolas responded and set down his cape onto the edge of the bed where he could begin to work. Stolas looked up to I.M.P. and narrowed his four eyes.
"I will both need your help in holding him down. I cannot administer an anesthetic, but my magic should dull the pain until I start digging into the wound." He advises. Loona with her bloodied hands and Blitzo hopping onto the bed on the right side of Stolas with Moxxie and Millie holding down his legs. Stolas would begin to wave his finger lightly into the air and began to summon a pink sigil on the cast where he could slowly press the sigil onto the child's left shoulder, settling the young boy down, easing his moanings and whimpering of pain. Coats of red slowly began to sink into the pillow as he lay flatly on his back.
With the sigil in place, he can begin to work. With another incantation, a dark blue set of strings would begin to fall naturally from the tips of Stolas's fingers letting them dangle. "I do hope this works…" He muttered and would hop onto the bed, kneeling down atop the child and leaned his fingers against the open wound where blood poured from the sides of his shoulder.
Stolas is taken aback, grimacing a little bit how this child even survived at all. Lucky… barely just lucky his shooter was an amateur. Stolas motions for them to hold him down as tightly as they could for the real process is about to begin. Stolas, using his magic as a guide, began to slowly sift through the wound causing the moanings and crying of the child to become a little more audible. He's going to have to pluck the bullet out with his casting as he wouldn't dare open up the wound further.
"Shh-sshh.. I know little one, I know… we're going to help you. Fret not.." He tries to affirm to the barely conscious child where he'd begin to dig around the shoulder with his magic like a puppet on strings.
The strings themselves entered into the wound and began to work its way down into the bone. There was so much damage to the bone that he couldn't believe this child's arm wasn't taken out in the process. More and more the crying of pain emitted from the young boy as he began to shake and squirm trying to rid himself of his 'attackers'. His pain and misery only added fuel to the fire of why he was so mad at Blitzo for being so careless to let a CHILD get injured. But, Moxxie did say that the child purposely tried to save Blitzo, so he guesses he can't fault Blitzo for this one. Only for the fact he should've placed the child near a hospital for him to be found or something. Now it's a Goetia problem and if anyone found a human child here? This would be headlines for Hell's news.
His squirming only got harder at this point that Loona, Moxxie, Millie and Blitzo had to put their full weight on him from moving. "Stop! Stop! Nooo! Please! No!" The child began to beg for them to stop injuring him, but little did he realize they were here to save him. He's barely cognisant of the fact he's been brought out of his world and into another. He can't imagine how he's going to fully react. Blitzo seems to grow annoyed by the kids crying and sobbing.
"Sheesh kid, will you knock the fuck it off? We're trying to help you!" Blitzo chastised the kid for making this harder on them, though Millie frowned at this, seeming to not appreciate Blitzo's tone towards the kid.
"C'mon, he's in pain. Course he doesn' want us t'hurt em' further." Millie retorts with a roll of the eyes from Blitzo.
Blitzo scoffs. "Jeez, I got shot a whole bunch of times before and you never see me crying."
"Cause I had to be the one to patch your accidents." Loona added, earning a groan and a wave of the hand from Blitzo.
"Besides sir, Imps heal differently than humans do." Moxxie added in. Adding one more groan for added effect.
"Yeah don't remind me. Sides, scars look cool anyway." Stolas would huff at their banter as he furrowed his brows again.
"Can you please stop distracting me? I am trying to get the bullet out and I do believe I almost have it. Just a little further now." His fingers dance with the strings, a soft aura casting off the strings as he's angling his fingers to remove the caliber bullet from him.
His beak tightening in focus. The poor thing is in so much pain, it's almost agonizing to have to listen to his sobbing and whimpers of pain that were dug into his shoulder. The bulge of the bullet slowly but surely comes further into the surface of the skin. The caliber wasn't large thankfully otherwise it would have most definitely pierced the child's heart. It must've been a assassin sniper rifle for clean kills, but again this shooter was a amateur who fucked up the shot.
"Almost… almost there. Just about… and.. Got it!" His strings wrap around the sharp end of the bullet plucking it out ever so carefully to not rip the skin further than it already was.
The gleam of the bullet casting a shimmery glow of the gold and red mixing together. Placing down the bullet onto the side of the table with a clink, Stolas exhales a breath of relief. The hard part is over and the young ones crying and misery is reduced to a soft huff every few moments to catch his breath. Stolas looked up to Blitzo, almost forgetting why he was mad with Blitzo in the first place. He glanced away and looked over to Loona.
"Please hand me that pillow covering inside that desk if you may." He reached his free hand to hold out for Loona to give him the covering inside of the table that would provide as dressing for now until Stolas could make the call to the local hospital for actual bandages and casting. This poor thing would be without his arm for the next few months until the bone healed. Stolas knew that much when he had his own injury.
Loona got off of the child's chest and made her way over to the desk that was behind Stolas pulling out the drawer with an extra pillow covering. She hands it to Stolas who uses his free hand to make a secondary set of strings that would attach one set of strings to the pillow and the other set of strings on the child's arm to angle it into place.
"Millie, dear. Can you lift him up just a little bit so I can wrap his dressing?" Millie would hop off of the bed and makea her way over to where Loona was standing using her muscles to lift the boys back up earning a slight whine of pain.
"Easy darlin'.. We're almost done with ya. Yer gonna feel so much bettah." She cooed quietly, allowing him to relax his body in her grip where the strings would wrap themselves around the boy's arm and his shoulder connecting the pillow covering and wrapping it around his open wound letting the blood soak a bit into the pillow covering. It's not perfect, but Stolas would have to make due with this for now to let him rest. He brushes the strand of blonde hair out of the boys eyes tucking it behind his ear.
"We should leave to let him rest. I'm sure he needs it after the day he's had." Stolas stood up from his spot on the bed where he had been kneeling over the boy and stepped down onto the floor motioning for the gang to follow him outside of the room. Stolas looked behind him one more time to make sure he's fully asleep before leaving the room entirely. His hands are careful to close it as quietly as possible with a soft click letting them know that it's closed fully.
Finally, Now then, he can start questioning Blitzo as to how this happened and why it happened.
