A year had passed and Blitzø's birthday had come and gone, making the young imp 17 when a bird named Stella entered the equation. She was loud and so fucking obnoxious. She constantly complained about her husband she married sometime last year, just being around the demon made him feel sorry for her husband. Though Blitzø imagined he was just as big a jerk, that was until one day while he was on tea refill duty. "Is he at least good in bed?" The marquis asked his younger sister "Not even that! He just stares at the wall, and I have to do everything. It's embarrassing!" Blitzø paused mid-pour in shock as to what just came out of her mouth before quickly composing himself not to raise attention. "How dreadfully boring." "Tell me about it. The only joy I get from this whole arrangement is getting to throw shit at him when he pisses me off," the pink peacock boasted with a shit-eating grin and a sip of her tea. Blitzø's hate for this woman grew the more she spoke. Eventually, his anger grew so great that the teapot in his hand shattered from the pressure. "Ugh! Look at what you've done you stupid imp!" Stella screeched as the tea stained her dress. "Andrealphus, your imp ruined my dress!" She whined like a child, and Andrealphus, ever, the protective brother, stood, feathers flaring angrily. "How dare you deface my sister, you ugly little wretch!"

Andrealphus grabbed the imp by a horn. His ice crept down it and toward the imp's skin. "You are to clean this up and go to the dungeon and wait for your punishment there, am I understood!?" He yanked Blitzø's head to look at him in the face. Blitzø nodded quickly "y-yes sir i-i-i'm s-s-s-sor-" his horn gets released from his grip before the peacock backhands him making him fall to the ground and on several shards of broken glass "Enough chattering and do as I tell you, you imbecile!" he puffs his feathers and turns to his sister "come, Stella. Let us get the seamstresses to make you another dress and out of these rags." Stella beamed and let out a happy squeal that sounded like nails on a chalkboard as she left with her ever-so-reliable big brother. Leaving Blitzø bleeding with glass shards and piping hot tea because these fucking psychos drink it damn near boiling. He winces as he forces himself to stand, glass piercing his skin as he pushes himself up. "fucking shit.. fuck that fucking bitch." "you'd better hope they don't hear you talk like that." spoke the voice of the other imp that was serving tea. "what's the worst they could do, kill me? That'd be a blessing at this point." blitzø replied while beginning to clean up the mess. His companion ceased conversation and just kept to himself, watching quietly as blitzø cleans.

During the princess's next visit blitzø took extra care to stay far away from the crazy bitch. That was until he found himself in her path. "You! You're the imp that ruined my dress!" She screamed, stomping her way towards the very anxious teen. "I heard my brother gave you a good beating for what you did." She smirked smugly, and he shrank a bit. He remembered. He has the scars to always remind him of that day. And all the other times the sick fuck had tortured the imp as a form of punishment. "Y-yes, your majesty, that's me. The fuck up" he smiles awkwardly to mask his newly grown self-pity. "Fucking right you are, you filthy fucking peasant." She spat before heading off. Likely to brag about putting him down to her brother. What a bitch. Blitzø sighs and tries to distract himself with his duties.

She likes to throw shit when she's angry. Blitzø found that out the hard way while he was sweeping the icy floors that made his feet ache with cold when suddenly a vase was thrown next to his head "fucking Satan!" Blitzø yelled in surprise; when he looked in the direction of the throw, he saw the so-called 'princess' having a shit fit because her husband had apparently bought the wrong colour curtains. Another vase heads towards Blitzø's- well- head.