The evening's soiree was a resounding success, with fine wines flowing freely and beer on tap, filling the air with a jovial energy. Laughter and conversation blended into a vibrant symphony as you moved through the crowd, catching up with cherished friends and engaging with a charming newcomer named Striker. His flirtatious demeanor was unmistakable, his words smooth like velvet, but you were unmoved, keeping a polite distance. While his playful banter didn't go unnoticed, you found solace in the company of your friends, the familiar faces of Millie, Moxie, and Blitzo offering the perfect balance to the lively atmosphere.

Blitzo, ever vigilant, kept an eye on you, a silent guardian in the shadows, ensuring neither Striker nor the enigmatic Stolas crossed any boundaries. Earlier, he'd jokingly warned you about the Prince's propensity to use his charm—and possibly a little magic—to win people over, adding a touch of light-hearted drama to the evening. His protective watchfulness wasn't lost on anyone, and though you appreciated his concern, it only added to the playful tension in the air.

As the night wore on, you found yourself perched on a sturdy stool next to Millie and Moxie, who were in the midst of a raucous singing session, their laughter and melodies filling the space. You clinked your beer mugs together, joining in their merriment, the joy of the moment infectious as the music swept through the room like a living thing, connecting everyone in a shared rhythm.

And then, with a flair that could only be described as Stolas-esque, he appeared, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief. He extended a hand toward you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "May I have the honor of a dance?" he asked, his voice a smooth, melodic invitation. You paused for a heartbeat, amused by his charm, before accepting with a graceful nod. Laughter bubbled up between you as he led you to the dance floor, the energy of the party swirling around you in a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and sounds.

The dance was effortless, as fluid as it was unexpected. Stolas moved with a certain elegant confidence, his touch light but commanding, as if he knew exactly how to match the rhythm of the evening. Meanwhile, Blitzo, nursing his beer from the corner, watched with a quiet intensity, his gaze never leaving you. His protective instincts were clearly on high alert, a low growl slipping from his throat, though his posture remained tense, like a coiled spring.

Moxie, ever the perceptive one, noticed Blitzo's unease and leaned in, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let her enjoy herself, Blitzo," she whispered, her smile knowing. "She's perfectly capable of making her own decisions."

Her words seemed to work. Though Blitzo's eyes never fully left you, his posture softened, and he allowed the moment to unfold without interference. The tension slowly eased as the dance continued, the music wrapping around you both, blending with the joy and laughter of the night.

And though the brief waltz with Stolas stirred a whirlwind of emotions inside you, it was the steady, protective presence of Blitzo that lingered in the back of your mind, his devotion written in the silent spaces between moments.

The night unfolded with laughter, music, and memories, each moment intertwining into a tapestry of joy and friendship. The dance with Stolas, a playful adventure in itself, was just one thread in the colorful fabric of the evening. But it was Blitzo's quiet, ever-watchful support that remained a constant, like the grounding anchor of your chaotic, yet utterly unforgettable, celebration.

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FIRST SONG!

https://youtu.be/ELvny1h28m4

SECOND SONG!

https://youtu.be/mx9j7ZGZtwo

The grand hall buzzed with electric anticipation, its luminous chandeliers casting a golden glow over the gathered denizens of the Underworld. The ghostly emcee, a specter draped in spectral elegance, floated to center stage, his translucent form commanding attention. With a theatrical flourish, he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed demons and curious imps, may I present to you the radiant royalty gracing our infernal festivities tonight—the enchanting and illustrious Princess Y/N L/N!" His voice resonated like a haunting melody, sending ripples of excitement through the crowd.

You stepped forward with effortless poise, your smile warm yet brimming with playful mischief. Taking the microphone from the specter's ethereal grasp, you couldn't help but chuckle at the dramatic introduction. "Thank you for that dazzling welcome!" you began, your voice carrying a melodic charm that instantly captivated the room. "And greetings, everyone! What an absolute delight it is to be here for this year's Harvest Moon Festival. You all look amazing tonight—truly infernal chic!"

Your gaze flickered to your friends in the crowd—Blitzo, Stolas, Millie, and Moxie—all of whom had cajoled, persuaded, and outright dragged you into attending this peculiar celebration. Blitzo offered an encouraging grin, while Stolas gave you a small, almost shy wave, his feathers ruffling with anticipation.

Striker, never one to miss an opportunity, let out a sharp whistle that echoed through the hall. "That's our star! Knock 'em dead, sugar!" he called, earning himself a glare from Blitzo, whose protective instincts flared like a match to gasoline.

With a wink in their direction, you turned back to the sea of eager faces, your wings unfurling like a cosmic tapestry. Stars shimmered across them, casting fleeting constellations onto the walls, and the crowd gasped in awe. "To start the evening," you said, your voice dropping into a more intimate tone, "I'd like to share a piece close to my heart—a little number called 'Number One Girl.' A song about love, loss, and the pieces of ourselves we leave behind in the ones we cherish. I hope it speaks to you as it's spoken to me."

A hush fell over the hall as the first note drifted into the air. Your voice, soft as a whisper yet commanding as a storm, carried the melody with an ethereal grace. The lyrics unraveled the bittersweet tale of a love long past, each word steeped in longing and memories.

The audience was transfixed. Imps and demons alike stood rapt, their usual cynicism melting away in the glow of your performance. Even the most stoic among them found themselves swaying, their claws tapping or hooves shifting to the rhythm. Blitzo, who had stationed himself near the back, leaned against a pillar, his sharp eyes softening as your voice wrapped around him like a lullaby. Stolas, meanwhile, was utterly mesmerized, his normally aloof demeanor replaced with something almost reverent.

Striker, for all his swagger, had gone unusually quiet, his usual smirk replaced by a look of genuine admiration. Whatever teasing intentions he might have had earlier were swept away in the tide of your voice.

The shimmering stars on your wings seemed to pulse in time with the music, casting shifting constellations across the room. The festival lights danced off your celestial form, creating an interplay of light and shadow that felt almost alive. The atmosphere was charged, the audience hanging onto every note, every rise and fall of your melody.

As the song swelled to its crescendo, your voice soared, filling every corner of the vast hall and echoing into the night beyond. The crowd was motionless, as if spellbound, their collective breath held in rapture. And then, as the final note lingered, fading like the last glimmer of twilight, the silence broke into a deafening roar of applause. Cheers, whistles, and cries of adoration erupted from the crowd, shaking the very foundation of the hall.

You dipped into a low, elegant bow, your heart racing with exhilaration and gratitude. The faces in the crowd blurred together into a kaleidoscope of admiration, but it was the pride in your friends' eyes—Blitzo's protective smile, Stolas's glimmering delight, Millie and Moxie's enthusiastic cheers—that truly anchored the moment.

As you straightened, you took one last look at the crowd, your smile radiant. "Thank you, everyone, for letting me share this with you. Let's make tonight unforgettable!" The audience roared their approval, the Harvest Moon Festival now well and truly underway, with your performance as its indelible opening act.

The night promised to be one for the ages, filled with camaraderie, revelry, and a little bit of that chaotic magic only Hell's finest could conjure.