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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Paimon speaking

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"You probably wondering why I called you all here?"

All of them said nothing. In the room currently was three families.

In the center of the lounge room was Duchess Aimiliona, but many know to refer to her as Aim was seated in the chair. The secretary bird looked graceful even in her current sicken state. Can tell where her son got the height from. Until you look at her serpent like eyes you can see their still intelligence, strength, a woman still in power. The by her side was her person servant of a hellhound. The wild look painted dog standing by her side very professionally, guarded.

On the right side sitting on a couch was Marquis Leraje and his wife Hermia. Both of them listen, watch King Orlok closely. Yet, it looked like Hermia wasn't going to keep her eyes, ears off. Going to eat in any detail she can get. While the two never were able to have children, the pair didn't want to get remarried. May not say it out loud but the pair have fallen in love.

Baron Marphis, who is Darya great uncle, sitting on the couch. The old looking raven is still somehow alive and kicking. Rumors of him might be sitting down of retirement soon. Which would lead the power seat to his nephew as they have no children. On each of his sides was his nephew Pankraz and his niece Hesther. If anyone knew about this family drama, it would have been a bit surprising to see his niece here. The one who lost the title while her son, the half-blood got one. Yet, King Orlok made it very clear they bring her or don't show their faces at all.

What an interesting bunch all together.

"Good those three can listen. Same with you all to not bringing those under 18. Lady Duchess was given permission to bring her butler. As for Ms. Hesther well, I decided it best she is here to listen, Baron Marphis agreed with those terms. Now I bet some of you have a certain idea why I called you here. I do like to throw in my surprised twists." Place the cup down. "My son will be courted and courting Lord Delmiro, Lady Charis, and Sir Darya. That means my son will be taking time to be with each one. These three I so far, I find as suitable candidates for them. Along with the families they belong. They might all get to stay but they have two-three years wait before the final decision and marriage. So, for now all this is counting. Are we clear?"

"That's wonderful your highness."

"Yes, my son seems to be," think of the nicest word they can think of their son would use, "tolerate their presence around them. I'm so happy!"

Many nods around. Good that good. Their families were chosen. Great he crying. No, tears of joy.

"So, Paimon will be with Darya the first three days."

"Pardon me King Paimon. Why him first?"

"Simple. He talks with him first. That how we decided it." Turns around while talking away. The plans. What to come? Really sounds like he is rambling away but it was important intel! So, he doesn't notice the situation behind it.

Baron Maphos, great uncle to Darya, just stuck his tongue out at the other two families. Even his niece joins along with him. Pankraz covers his face from these two behaviors.

SUCK IT! THEY GET DIBS FIRST!

Duchess Aim Stare at the back of King Orlok. Eyes not leaving to make she doesn't miss a signal movement, intel. She was going to listen to everything as this was for her family. Flip off the Baron and his niece without looking.

Dammit Charis why didn't you throw yourself instead! Hermia thought as if she wanted to bang her head on the table. Her husband sweat dropped as he can sense his wife not very pleased to be out beat. It doesn't matter to him. At the end his niece was still picked, will be doing her duty and the only female. So, no competition there. Plus, he knows she can handle it. It just his wife can a bit competitive. Stare to see his wife raise both fingers to flip the Baron and his niece off. He made a note to self to make sure she didn't come after his bow and arrows like last time.

Charis stops taking a sip of her tea. She then shrugged and continued onward what she was doing before. Which was entertaining others at a tea party. Smile as she listens to the other lady's gossip. They took a longer sip as they started to talk about Paimon.

"Yes, I was there too! I was so shocked, unexpected. He quite dashing from affair but then poof."

"Well, its impressive he can teleport."

"It was kind of cute. A shy owl. Should have just waited for him to come out the maze."

"I wish I was there to have saw him."

"So, is that rumor true about him about him being allowed multiple partners."

"I believe so. Apparently, he swings both ways but will still need to have a female on his side. Future Princess to be future Queen. An heir."

"I don't think I can do that. Share my husband?"

"Then better hope nobody swipes him off his feet."

"Or his pants."

Charis listens, nods along. While her mind was elsewhere. Planning on what to do on her next step. She wonders how her Aunty and Uncle are doing at the meeting? Then wonder about Paimon. Well, she hopes he at least likes her for some kind partnership. But there is going to be a lot of work.

His own version of seriousness tops Delmiro. Wonder how those two are going to do this. Seriousness clashes against the other. Well, at least she finds it humorous Paimon able to get the other one shock being called a 'gargoyle'. Began to feel a bit happy to be called 'Mary Poppins' but I am still trying to figure out the meaning of it.

Paimon with Darya. She had to admit the two of them together were adorable. She and Daryla were able to talk again after the party about the rest of the deal. The young lad about to be in a whole new world being in this kind of group circle. It was going to be tough.

It was going to be tough for all of them when word gets out the three of them were picked. Different reactions. Complaints. Possible to send someone to take the other out. It probably twisted to be thing such things but it was the truth when living with the Goetia family.

"Lady Charis what would you do if your letter gets accepted."

Look at the rest of the ladies. Her face lit up with a smile, "Well, I would be delighted and hope we can work together."

"Work together."

"Yes, after all. Marriage is work. Same with companionship. A work relationship too."

"That is true in certain pov."

"Quite right."

"Lady Charis how are you not taken ill never know."

"You know how my aunt can be." Smile as an image of her aunt in the background. Smack letters out the way. Then yell at the ones till they scramble away. "Very high standard."

Her aunt can be a bit much.

"Right."

All of them can agree with that.

"Your back early."

Darya stops before he can go up the stairs. Glance to the side to see Morgan. An old imp woman who a servant to the household. "Not. Not everyone came in today. He wasn't happy and just told us to have a day off."

She looks him over "Your mother hasn't return back with the Baron."

"Okay. Thank you. Um I'm going to go do stuff." See this look. "What?"

"If you're going to do drugs don't say it like that." Shook her head not looking impressed.

"No!" Eyes widen comical at her as his crown head rise very up, brightly in shock, "I'm not doing drugs!"

"Just saying. At least don't make it sound like you are."

"But I'm not!"

At some point Darya made it to his room. He groans as he covers his face. Took a few breaths until he calmed down. His crown feathers went back to normal. Well, calm down. Many in his position would have got snappy at their servant. Put her in her place for talking like that. Or even a slap. But Darya wasn't like that. He has nothing against her/ Also, Morgan was always like this. Part of the deal was when Mother hired her.

Put his bag down and not bothered to take anything out. Might as well leave it and not be worried to prepare again. Goes to sit down at his desk as he let loose a small sigh.

These last two weeks have been nerve wrecking. You know how hard it is to keep secrets. Well, really, he told himself to see it as an order. An order from a higher rank than his own family. But from his mother no less! It was challenging enough and with his already shy, nervous demeanor. Deserve award after all this!

I mean he kind of did get one. Sort of made a friend? Future in law partner? Words are confusing. The pair did have that talk over the deal a bit further between them both. Its kind of a help a bit. He picked up a few tricks from his great uncle, and uncle.

Paimon.

'Twinkles'.

Cover his face. He can't believe he called him that! Even in front of his father. One of the Goetia Kings no less. A king who was fine with the three of them, fined with him to court Paimon. HIM?!

A nobody. A disgrace in other eyes from birth alone. No, real title besides the recognition from their Great Uncle. While his mother lost hers. Yet, she is happy. He wonders how happy she will be to learn of his situation. Still feel a little shaken how far he is in all his. Never expected he would be either. Here he is now.

How is he going to do this?

What would his role even be in all this?

What is everyone gets annoyed with him?

What if he brings worse disgrace?

Head down a bit lower. Can stay in the background. He is fine with that. He is not going to like the attention already that'll be arriving. Still, he is going to make sure something works to not be thrown away.

That short interaction with Paimon was nice. He must not be completely bad if he saves him after all. His bluntness though a bit much. He'll have to handle it. All of them will have too.

Do they have to handle that Bob fellow around too?

"Good swipe!" Bob grinned as he blocked the blade. His opponent in front of him.

Delmiro eyes focus on Bob but not at his eye. Grunts as he jumps back. His blade still out towards him.

Bob tsked as he walks the opposite direction as he still looks at him." Come on you could have killed me three stabs ago!"

Another low grunt but then stood up straight. Sheath his sword as he goes to the canopy tent where two servants are at. Swipe the towel from one as he grabs the cup that was filled up. Can hear the other approaching from behind but didn't move as he reaches over to grab a cup.

"Don't tell me your still annoyed with me." Seeing the taller, but younger Avian gives them a hard look. "Hey I just improvised the plan is all. You could have stopped me but you didn't There have to be one girl for Paimon. Lady Charis is beneficial. She is pretty. Graceful. Intelligent for her age to take care of the household. Her family is a good background even before the marriage. Can handle others on her own ground. Traits to be a good pick just going to have a bit extra pressure."

"She noisy, devious." Can't believe he actually agreed to this. All of them but it's over and done. It was true what he said that they all don't have a say in this. It's just he was hoping could have waited a bit longer.

It was no longer the case.

"She smart." Motion the servants away. Soon just the two of them. "Look even your mother would have approved and knew it would make sense."

Stare at him but then turn away. "That other one."

"Yes, Daryla. Timid. Live with his mother with a servant. Not many friends inside the circle besides a possible one with Charis. A follower type from what it looks. He rows."

"Rows?"

"Boat rowing. Does a lot of water activities for sports. Many wouldn't think it." Swirl his cup around, "Decent at his age. May not be a swordsman like us. I have heard he is good with hydrokinesis magic. Still doing a bit of investigation. That mother of his may has done well when disowned but made sure her family was protected to not know too much of their life. "

Tap his boot to the ground a bit. "Dangerous?"

"Hardly but I wouldn't trap him around water. That is how fools die when they think they have the upper hand. But I think he would be good to keep around." Smile and flick his armor beak, "So, no scaring the baby GargoyleEEEEKKKKKK!"

Delroy was so close to cutting that long neck off.

"Now we're talking! En garde!"

Back to another round of dueling.

Paimon was in his room reading. Well, he was trying to read. Eyes focus on the words but unable to go to the next sentence. Or he would be back to the beginning. Just put a bookmark in place. He leaned back against his chair as he stared at the ceiling.

Three protentional partners.

What was he thinking?

Apparently, he wasn't that day.

A look sigh as he let out a hoot. Sure, got time but what if those two-three years they figure out he not worth it. Would it be ordered? Start over going down the list. What ridiculous plan would his father throw in next? Probably has backup after backup form when he met the three.

Knock! Knock!

"Prince Paimon your lunch is here."

Right, he has to eat in his room today. Not that he doesn't care. It means his father has a meeting and the place might be used later. Doesn't need to suffer and talk with whoever his father brings over. At least he can tolerate them, unlike the guest the step mother brings along.

"Come in." Doesn't turn to look at the door open as the imp servant rolls in a cart. On the plate was grilled black cod. "Thank you."

The imp still staying in the room

Grab another few pieces of paper. Since they can't focus on reading might as well work on some magic. Get their mind occupied. Glance over to see he is still here. "You can go."

"Your father ordered me to make sure you do eat young Prince."

"Then you eat it."

"Your father other ordered was if I eat it, I can kiss my next five days off goodbye."

Blast that smart old buzzard.

"Fine." Walks over to snatch the fish, goes to swallow it whole and walk back to the table. "There done."

Sad to say this is so normal. How he hasn't choked yet to this day is beyond any of their understanding. The servant bows as he takes the cart and wheels it out.

Paimon glanced back at his papers. As he stared a little longer, he let out a sigh of defeat. It's no use he can't concentrate on working on magic either. All of this really got into his head.

It's pathetic.

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