𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗗𝗶𝗲!?

Stella hates her husband.

Like really hates him.

Her so-called husband, Prince Stolas, has been cheating on her for months with that- that imp! (ignoring the fact she’s cheated on him of course) And has had enough to want him dead for it. Has he had no shame? Has he not thought about what this would do to their image and how it would affect their status? Out of all the demons he could've slept with it had to be an imp! The lowest of the low in the entirety of hell! And now she will do anything, pay anyone, or even sleep with anyone just to see her miserable, cheating, bastard husband dead and six. feet. under. But unfortunately, her efforts seem to be in vain with all the attempts she's done for the past year because Stolas seems to have a guardian angel every time and why can't he just die already-!

In the beginning, she started simply with several measly imps who would do anything when money is part of the deal, which includes attempting to assassinate a Goetia demon. One might think that it's preposterous to use such simple ways that anyone would have done it already if it had been that simple, but with how aloof and oblivious her husband was sometimes she thought that with a little bit of luck that he may slip up and hopefully bring him to the grave because if it.

Of course, that's all wishful thinking because as much as Stolas is, well, Stolas, one cannot deny the force that is Prince Stolas Ars Goetia of the demons of Ars Goetia. Still, a powerful being of the long line of nobility in hell and is to not be messed with on important matters.

Nonetheless, Stella has sent those little imps to where Stolas and her daughter, Octavia, was hanging out that afternoon, at Loo Loo Land. And just as she expected, the little imps (who survived) have reported back and sadly hadn't accomplished their mission.

The owl demoness isn't stupid, she thought. She never once actually believed that the imps she hired would be able to deliver such a big job. And she has reason to believe that her husband’s protectiveness for their daughter has played a role. Including that added report from the imps stating that there are three others of their kind that are with the owl demons who seemed to be guarding them. She guessed it's those imps her husband has been socializing about and that slightly taller one he's been sleeping with. Ugh, just thinking about that poor excuse of a demon is making her so irritated she could burn a hole through her bedroom wall if looks could kill.

With a huff, she walked across her enormous room, heels clicking, until she stopped in front of her bedside table; reached for the telephone that sat atop her vanity and dialed in a number. Not to worry, she thought. There are plenty more where that came from, and he’ll be dead sooner or later. Then she’ll be free to rule within the palace and now able to train her daughter Octavia to be the perfect princess she should've been, without any of the bad influences her father has placed in her.

Beep

Beep

Beep

CLICK-

“Hello?”

“Dear, I have a proposition for you~”