#prince sitri

[jollmaster]

is there a demon named Sitri in the nobility?

Also i was the one to ask about the whole royal duties, aristocracy, events and spheres and the one to ask about Solomon n David😭 Just wanted to thank you for taking your time for my questions💜 it's really interesting how well detailed you wrote everything, especially to me Who's interested in Reading demonology so again thanks!♥️

hello oh very cool, I adore your questions 🖤 these are things that I've been thinking about while working on AU but haven't delved into, so these simple questions are very helpful! and I'm glad you liked it

about Sitri

• of course Sitri exists here!

• with one nuance: Sitri is a prince by title, but Sitri is a woman

• why I changed this? I had originally planned to keep Sitri as a man, but then I thought it would be interesting to change this demon's gender because of sphere of influence: there are many demons responsible for love and desire, but Sitri's sphere of influence is carnal-sexual and at the same time positive, which is often the prerogative of female deities in archaic cultures

• so I decided to use an image of a woman with less traumatizing than male sexual overtones; I'll release her full design later 🖤

• Sitri rips own mouth open with bare hands and shows bleeding human face, when she's turning from leopard to human

• she has a lot of birthmarks, like the leopard skin, and she's the one who gave birth to Ose and Haures

• Sitri doesn't get along with Asmodeus, as she's in charge of voluntary sex (yes, through seduction and charms, but mutual and injury-free), not violence

• Asmodeus has been chasing her for millennia, demanding that she return King Solomon's grimoire and staff (hey, Sitri, he's my brother, I'm entitled to those things!)

• Sitri just laughs at him

[sortiarus-de-naturas-daemonum]

Sytry-An Infopost 18+ ONLY Minors DNI!

Sytry Is a daemon appearing in the Livre des Esperitz, Book of Oberon, The Hygromancy of Solomon (as Sitros) Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum, Psuedomonarchia Daemonum, and The Lesser Key of Solomon.

Livre des Esperitz Entry 1-Bitur

Bitur is a great marquis who appears in the form of a beautiful, young man and gives the love of women from whatever place they may be, and destroys cities and castles if the master commands him, and removes great worldly honors and dignities if the master commands him; and has 36 legions

Livre Des Esperitz entry 2- Ducay

Ducay is a great marquis who appears very benignly and gives the love of women and makes all languages understood, and carries from one place to another; and has legions.

Book of Oberon- fewrayn a governour or marques, appeareth like the countenaunce of a woman, & seameth to be meeke & giveth the love of women & he teacheth all tongs & that marvelously, & truly, & hath under him 9 legions.

Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum- Beduch, or Bamone, a great marquis, appears in the likeness of a leopard; he has wings in the manner of a griffon, but assuming a human form he excellently grants the love of women, and makes them faint, feverish with [xx] love for anyone to whom they are attached; he eagerly reveals the secrets of women, and laughs at them if they are seen by him; and he makes them strip, and play luxuriously in the nude. He gives eloquence, and has twenty legions under his dominion.

Psuedomonarchia Daemonum- alias Bitru, is a great prince, appeering with the face of a leopard, and having wings as a griffen: when he taketh humane shape, he is verie beautiful, he inflameth a man with a womans love, and also stirreth up women to love men, being commanded he willinglie deteineth [discloses] secrets of women, laughing at them and mocking them, to make them luxuriouslie naked, and there obeie him sixtie legions.

Lesser Key of Solomon/Ars Goetia-

SITRI. - The Twelfth Spirit is Sitri. He is a Great Prince and appeareth at first with a Leopard’s head and the Wings of a Gryphon, but after the command of the Master of the Exorcism he putteth on Human shape, and that very beautiful. He enflameth men with Women’s love, and Women with Men’s love; and causeth them also to show themselves naked if it be desired. He governeth 60 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, to be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc.

What you can Work with him for:

♡ Sex Magice

♡ Love Magice

♡ Learning other Languages

♡ Baneful Magice/Curse Work

Offering Ideas:

Leopard Imagery/Leopard figures, Craft Feathers, Rose Petals, Lipstick, Sex Toys, Books

Sources:

Book of Oberon

Livre Des Esperitz

Lemegeton

Psudeomonarchia Daemonum

Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum

[devildevotee]

subtle goetic worship: six ways to worship prince sitri.

burning a blue candle

burning jasmine or cedar incense

practicing safety in the bedroom

baking foods that have cinnamon or allspice in them

practicing self-care and prioritising your needs

buying something you've been eyeing for a while

divider credit. credit to stag for this lovely series of posts. ✨

[blackdemonfoxshayerahart]

I made 3 Sitri designs. Which one do you guys perfer?

[k16is]

& also since i’m at it. a fun little redesign of mira’s halphas form ^__^

[rileylfox]

Prince Sitri; now King after his father; Azrael disappeared has become the new Satan.

[botanikos]

A cake in a box delivered with a note

"A little treat from Gluttony. You are missed. 🐾"

LITTLE treat? Stolas gazes upon the cake with reverence, entirely captivated by its exquisite composition! The detailing is immaculate, and undoubtedly delicious. He was loathe to break its splendid appearance. Perhaps he can convince his generous friend to come by and indulge in it with him.~ "I must say, I was not expecting such spoils today!"

[esotericjerks]

Absolution

Zepar has trauma and no healthy coping mechanisms. Sitri steps in to provide some tough love. It’s romantic, I swear.

If you want the soundtrack for this drabble, please go listen to Hypnosis by Sleep Token.

TW for violence/gore/general demon fucked uppedness.

Sitri is not often overtly cruel because there is something to be said about honey and flies, but when they are, it is always for a purpose. Brutality wielded as a scalpel, not a blunt object. Zepar needs cruelty, on occasion, Sitri has come to understand. Not the playful kind either; something truly egregious. It’s some byproduct of Falling: an unconscious drive to pay penance or daddy issues of literally cosmic proportions. The two of them are the same sort of creature, now, yes, but origin matters– Sitri was born in Hell. Zepar was not. It makes all the difference. 

The Prince recognizes the need asserting itself long before Zepar does. Little things, at first. A detail forgotten. A hair out of place. He gets listless. Unmoored. 

“You’re distracted,” Sitri comments, not for the first time in recent days. They stroll down a hallway of the palace together, having left a meeting in which, quite uncharacteristically, Zepar had needed information repeated. More than once. 

“I am no such thing.” 

Even his protest sounds far away. Sitri halts, looks down at him. “Liar. Your head’s in the clouds again.” 

His silence speaks volumes. 

“Oh, Birdy,” they say, chiding, acerbic. “Still missing the nest?”  

That gets a reaction. The Duke’s lips peel back in a snarl. “Fuck off.” 

So they backhand him. Hard. 

It’s not enough to really damage him, not yet; Zepar is nowhere near their level, but he’s still a demon of rank and sturdier than he looks. But the blow catches him off guard, and he raises a hand to his split lip in surprise. Sitri bends toward him to hiss, “We've entertained this foolishness long enough.” They grab one of his horns, and as they drag the smaller demon closer, the space around them shifts, air flexing, until they’re in Sitri’s own quarters. No need for anyone else to accidentally bear witness. This is a private moment– it’s reconditioning, not humiliation. 

They haul him up, lifting his feet off the ground. Zepar’s nails tear at their hand, trying to pry free of their grip. He always fights them when he gets like this. At first. Normally he is so keen to please that he submits to their will with a single-minded determination that would unnerve most. But the poor dear is off kilter. He is too proud for self-flagellation, and the effect is most profound when punishment is meted out by an authority figure anyway. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it, or can’t. That’s alright; Sitri will give it to him anyway. 

His feet kick out, aiming at their middle. In a flash, Sitri flings him across the room into the far wall. His head cracks against the stone. They are on him before he can try to escape, pressing their advantage with extreme prejudice. They grab a fistful of his scarlet hair while Zepar claws at their eyes; he manages to gouge one of four before Sitri ducks, maw opening wide, and gets their teeth around his shoulder. Their jaw clamps down, crushing the appendage into inoperability. 

He curses them in just about every language known to man and several others that are not.

One hand keeps him drawn up against the wall; their tail wraps around his still-working arm to hold it down. “Do you still hear them? Does the Host still sing when you close your eyes?” Their free hand works at peeling open the armor he wears like a carapace, digging for the sweet meat underneath. 

He does not want to say it. But their grip on his hair tightens and smashes his skull into the wall again. Answering is non-negotiable. “Yes.” Acknowledging this makes him feel shame in a way he no longer thought possible. The loss of Heaven looms over him even after millennia. It is a sorrow that Sitri is existentially incapable of understanding. Bottomless and exquisite. They can only fish around the depths and hope to drag up something useful. 

“They abandoned you. Your father turned his back on you. And yet you pine away–” they mock, all the overlapping harmonics of their voice dripping with sheer fucking disappointment. “For what? Forgiveness? It is pathetic.” They rip away the meager scale covering the front of him. “As if they would recognize you now. Have you even a sliver of grace left? Let’s find out–” 

The points of their claws easily penetrate his abdomen, sinking in as smoothly as any other part of their body into any other part of his. Zepar howls and thrashes, but Sitri holds him fast. Ichor flows free and dark, staining the alabaster of his skin as they rend through muscle.

Sitri hums, digging. Searching. “Interesting! I don’t see any. Not a single shred of the divine–” The hand in his hair releases, drops down to grip his pretty face. “Just a wretched, prurient creature like the rest of us.” Their claws twist, pressing further into his innards. Even in this, their touch is masterful; their carnage somehow still a delight to him. And Sitri knows it. The Duke can writhe and scream and spit at them, but they know. “An infernal whore who begs for Hellspawn cock and cunt and tongue. You’d take it happily right now if I wanted to give it to you. Wouldn’t you, Zethariel?” 

The name is the turning point. The one he left at the bottom of the Pit. It is necessary to remind him. He must be brought low to be built back up.

Zepar’s breath catches at the sound of it and he stills, going limp. It crosses a line. “–Stop.” 

“No.” They are long past boundaries. “They do not deserve your sorrow or your shame. You are more. More here than you ever were there. Stronger. More beautiful. Terrible and extraordinary. You. Are. Perfect.” Each word punctuated by the tearing of flesh, the wonderful squelching of impalement. “Just like this.” 

He begins to sob then, and it is the most beautiful thing Sitri has ever heard.

They lean in close, whispering fiercely into his ear. “I will not allow you to lower yourself by thinking otherwise– not in my presence. I, who lifts you up. I, who loves your wickedness. I, who holds your dreadful heart in my hands–” Symbolic and literal, with their hand buried so deep in his chest cavity. They grip the equivalent organ, squeeze lightly, and he chokes on the sensation. 

“Please- my Prince! I can’t–” 

“Pray for mercy, then.” He gurgles something; Sitri prods his viscera. “Louder, Birdy.” 

He sputters, sprays blood, but chants the words to Sitri’s demonic enn. Again and again, as they press soft kisses to his face, their claws wrapped tightly around the pulsating core of him until his voice gives out and he is a wheezing mess in their arms.

Satisfied, Sitri withdraws their hands and lets him slide wetly to the floor, gutted. They lift the blood-soaked hand to their mouth to taste him, the other set of claws toward their own abdomen to tear free a hunk of their soft tissue. Funny the way both sides get this part– the significance of consumption. A sacrifice of self; adoration in feasting and feeding. An exchange in energies. Sitri presses the meat to his lips where he kneels weakly at their feet, and Zepar takes it, swallows it down greedily and sucks at their fingers. Sitri can feel it: the draw on their vitality as he devours what they offer. They will always give him what he needs.

“Thank you,” he says, when finally curled into Sitri’s lap, both of them on the floor now and heedless of the gore. There is catharsis in reopening old wounds. Breaking up scar tissue, cutting away what is putrid, exposing the truth. Once so expertly flayed, he is shiny and new. His body has already begun to knit back together. Sitri pours their own essence into the work of making him whole again. 

“Anytime, darling.” 

They are a loving god, after all.

[inimeitiel]

Evil overlord prince. His name is Sitri.

[harunayuuka2060]

Devils of Hades, Tartaros, and Gehenna: *are glaring at each other*

Bimet: This is absurd. The descendant of Solomon is the Queen of Tartaros. They can’t have another child from Gehenna or Hades.

Eligos: Excuse me, Bimet. Do we have that kind of law?

Bimet: Yes!

Eligos: Okay.

Foras: I strongly disagree with you. The descendant of Solomon is the Queen of Hades. After all, how else could such an adorable princess exist?

Barbatos: It's clear that Princess Vesper takes after the descendant of Solomon!

Sitri: Doesn't she look like His Majesty Leviathan more?

Glasyalabolas: What about your Prince Zarif, Sitri? I don’t see any resemblance to Solomon’s descendant in him.

Sitri: *frowns* Can you say that again?

Mammon, Satan, and Leviathan: ...

Avaris, Zarif, and Vesper: *quietly observing the situation*

Satan: MC is mine.

Mammon: No. I won't be giving master to you, Satan.

Satan: Haaaaahhhh???

Leviathan: Given that we have a daughter, it’s only right that they stay with me.

Zarif: Can we stop this now?

Mammon, Satan, and Leviathan: *turns their head at him*

Zarif: Mom isn’t a queen of any country in hell. You might be surprised to learn that, besides us, there are four other children they have with each king who isn’t here at the moment.

MC: ...

MC: Huh?

Zarif: *looks at MC* So Mom, don't be bothered by these stupid men.

Satan: Haha, yes! Listen to my son!

Zarif: You're included.

Satan: Huh?!

Mammon: Looks like your son dislikes you.

Vesper: We children don't like our fathers. *said that while smiling*

Leviathan: ...

Avaris: Oh, but I have a good relationship with Father.

Avaris: But I sometimes hate him for monopolizing Mother.

MC: ...

MC: So... You all traveled here to spite them?

Vesper: No, no! We came here to see Mama!

Zarif: Mom, your birthday is coming soon and we want to celebrate it with you.

Avaris: We'll give you the best birthday ever.

MC: Oh... *smiles* Thank you.

Mammon, Satan, and Leviathan: *sensed that something's going on*

[aleafinacup]

Identifying Demons: Ars Goetia

Pretty random thing to attempt but I wanted to try it, mainly thanks to posts by @mintaikcorpse :]]

This is what I got so far and I’m gonna list why I think this is who’s who below the cut (also even if it’s revealed these are wrong or irrelevant I don’t really care that much bc there’s little chance I’m gonna write using the Goetia much

Vassago: Pretty simple start, it’s already confirmed

Raum: Described as an Earl ruling 30 legions of demons, his description mentions him taking the appearance of a crow and he is then also described to “steal treasures out of kings' houses, carrying them where he wishes” — so from the appearance of this bird guy, he seems to really like his gold since his anthropomorphised wing-hands have gold rings all over them

Sitri: Honestly my favourite look out of this group :] a Prince ruling over 60 legions of Demons, he’s one of the few Goetia depicted as having a leopard appearance, alongside griffin wings. Fits pretty perfectly for what’s in the picture

Shax: Marquis having power over 30 legions of Demons (on evil horses apparently) he is depicted as a stork, and I think with the long beak and thin neck that’s what he’s implied to be. His outfit also sort of looks like the uniform dressage riders wear (at least in my eyes) with the black coat and white shirt underneath, so that could potentially cover the “evil horses” thing

Botis: Pretty easy one as not a lot of Goetia appear to be serpent like. A President that commands 60 legions of Demons and depicted as an “ugly viper” aww poor guy :(( I think he’s silly looking

Ipos: Prince that commands 36 legions of Demons. A pretty hard one to figure out, but in this pic he’s very vulture like, so googling “vulture ars Goetia” brought me to Ipos’ page, as he is sometimes described as a vulture (although very rarely, he’s commonly a fuck ton of animals smooshed together)

Buer: President with 50 legions of Demons under his command. This was definitely the toughest one T-T the picture of this lil guy very much yells goat to me but looking through all the Goetia descriptions the only time I could see anything like that was in Buer’s text, which says “He has been described as being a wheel with several legs, or even as a lion head with multiple goat legs.” That was all I got, but given that there’s several Goetia already with lion features, I decided to focus on the singular goat part and leave it at that 💀

It’s fun and definitely satisfying to put names to faces, as for me I like to have things like this tucked away to potentially use in stories

I severely doubt all 72 Goetia are ever going to show up in Helluva or Hazbin, but given how many there are and how plenty of them have a surprising amount of description, there’s a lot of overlap in animal features and I do hope that if any more are shown they aren’t just all birds

Maybe I’ll make another post like these if they get more screen time?

[jazeswhbhaven]

base reference: https://www.pinterest.com/Kio_arts/

He's a sassy one. Meet Cain! Hell's first natural born devil. For my AU, Leviathan has the ability to get pregnant based on certain conditions and the compability of his partner. The only reason he can though is due to the experiments done on him while in Heaven.

Cain has a little bit of his parents in his design as you can see: -satan's fluffy hair (the color will be Levi's once I feel like actually coloring him lmao)

-has both parents eyes, however his two left eyes have satan's pupils

-has levi's horns

original things about him

-pointed ears

-forked tongue

-black claws

He stays in Hades for the majority of his childhood, his levels of jealousy and anger are balanced. His powers are unknown and experimental but all of Hell treats him like the prince he is. Beelzebub likes coming to visit him to bring him gifts (like that sweet he's holding in his hand) but Cain doesn't know how to properly say thank you so instead he just insults Beel each time.

Cain's favorite parent is neither. He actually prefers to be around Paimon while in Gehenna and Glas when in Hades.

He's met the other kings though and doesn't mind being around any of them. He's mostly interested in Lucifer, but it's usually because of his time around Morax who delivered him.

Cain's education and other things are taught by Leviathan, and by Levi's request, Sitri when he visits Gehenna. Though a few of Satan's bad habits slip in there...because why not lol

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Masterlist

Masterlist 2

Multi-Part fics

Tired dad! Lucifer: Intro Part 1 Part 2

Asmodeus' trip to the human world: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Whb thoughts and analysis

Leviathan with an angel kid

Leviathan and his relationship with childhood

Tf did they do to Asmodeus???

Pb please make Dantalian being Asmodeus' kid canon

What nobles parented the kings

Whb x reader headcanons

Making a pokémon team for the kings (+Gamigin)

Some whb characters reacting to being called coaie

Whb characters seeing MC pace around to music (MaDD edition)

First time meeting Gamigin

Gamigin lover headcanons

Showing whb characters animated movies

Whb nobles seeing MC with a random demon

Whb kings comforting MC after a wax

Marbas friendly firing

Avisos cuddle pile (fic)

Mc teaching whb characters a cultural dance

Satan comforting sex repulsed MC

Mc an Minhyeok being siblings (fic)

Paradise Lost misadventures

Mc wants a baby

Gamigin realises that Mc is mortal

Mc that has a plushie collection

Gamigin and Mc both having autism

Gamigin and death once more

Kings when MC dates one of their nobles

Whb kings when Mc gives them a heart-shaped necklace

Dantalian doesn't get his dick distroyed today :(

Nobles getting baby fever

NSFW and darker posts

Lucifer NSFW alphabet

Gamigin NSFW alphabet

Zagan NSFW alphabet

Dark headcanons

Being Asmo's fuck toy (dark hcs)

Platonic yandere Lucifer x Gamigin (dark hcs)

Raiting whb kings based on how much experience they have with humans

Show don't tell (Lucifer x Afab!Mc x Gamigin)

Asmodeus NSFW alphabet

Miscelanious whb hc

Lucifer is Satan's dad ?!?!?!?

Bael is done with Beelzebub's bs (Teambuilding edit)

Pokémon team for whb characters

Random headcanons about some whb characters

Gamigin calling Lucifer dad

Rating Paradise Lost demons on how safe you are going to them

Paradise Lost is so silly

Whb characters' opinion on manele: Gehenna

Lucifer x Gamigin platonic hc

Paradise Lost nobles being called babygirl

Avisos nobles being called babygirl

IS THAT A MOTHERFUCKING HOMESTUCK REFERENCE

Marbas and Buer being silly (tw: romanian)

Rating Avisos nobles on how eadible is their cooking

Lucifer's experience

Asexual hc for whb

Tartaros is Romanian inspired

Mammon x Mc propaganda (Emirate edit)

Jjyu getting burned

Abaddon headcanons

Why Satan hates Asmodeus

Leviathan lost his uncle priveldge

Not now sweaty, mommy's cyberbullying

What social medias do the kings use

Raphael's a gamer

Asmodeus visiting Eater in the human world

Dantalian being a prince hc

Dantalian need a new suit

Paradise Lost hcs

Meeting with all the kings

Levi trans real

Lucifer being orthodox on main

Paradise Lost nobles when Gamigin draws them as dragons

Relationship between Dantalian and the kings

Shipper Au

The nobles being wingmen for their kings

Average ship war in the MCxking community

Mc trolling the shipping forums (and getting doxxed in the process)

How the kings would react to seeing the ships about them and MC

Ppyong posting ship art of him and Paimon

Kings reacting to King x Seraph fics written by MC

Shipping tier list

"I owe Bimet so much money"

The Seraphs reacting to King x Seraph fics

Morax being a supportive older brother

Nobles reacting to their ship coming true

Nobles reacting to Mc being in a poly relationship with all the kings

Kings reacting to Mc shipping their nobles with angels (or themselves)

Bimet selling merch

Shippers when Mc x Sitri is trending

Mc that wants a secret relationships due to the shippers

Mc that ships the shippers with their king

Mc x Glasylabolas gone wrong

Artist!Mc drawing ship art of the kings

Lucy Dulap (my Mc)

Introduction

Double standerds

Gabriel's priorities

[principeestrella]

♡ stater for the lovely @prince-sytry ♡

The prince’s gloved fingertips gripped tightly onto the cold, stone, edge of the courtroom balcony. A wide-eyed look of pure horror had settled onto his features as the weak and disheveled form of the, once dignified and oh-so-gentle, owl prince was carried carelessly out of the courtroom by hooded wraiths. “…no, no, no…esto está mal…” (this is wrong) he muttered helplessly to himself as the heavy double doors swung to a close with a clang that reverberated around the courtroom — which had, for many minutes, been stunned into a tense silence. The kind of stifling silence where it felt like the very room itself had begun to hold it’s breath. At the slamming of the door, however, the spell of silence was swiftly broken by a wave of casual conversation. The pleasant, idle, chit-chat of a group of council members content that they’d been dismissed for the day. Eager to head off to lunch.

Tense and unmoving, Vassago could barely hear anything through the deafening of his own heart in his ears. The rest of the council members within their area had long begun to wander off yet he stood still, frozen in his spot by his own sheer disbelief at the events that had just passed — then, all of a sudden, the quiet disbelief and sadness was overcome with a burning anger that flickered in his scarlet-gaze. “¡Qué puto espectáculo de payasos!” (what a fucking clown show!) he exclaimed, perhaps a little too loud considering the raised eyebrows that he got from the lingering Goetia. Vassago didn’t seem to notice, or he simply didn’t care, because he continued without pause. “¡Ese pavo real pomposo, arrogante y bastardo!” (that pompous, arrogant, bastard of a peacock!) the barrage of venom-filled spanish slipped from his beak as he narrowed his fiery gaze into a glare as he gazed across at Andrealphus. “A prince? Vete a la mierda (fuck off)… I would sooner die than acknowledge that icy wretch as a prince,”

It became clear that, even within his haze of anger, Vassago had been keeping half an eye on Sitri. When he turned to gaze at his fellow prince the movement was swift and precise, indicating that he even though the other had wandered slightly from where he’d been stood during the trial, he’d been aware. The look in the birds eye was a familiar one — it was the indignant anger that burned when he senses that he’d been witness to an injustice…it was also the look that so often came as a warning that he was about to do something incredibly stupid. “…Sitri, you must see that this is wrong…incredibly wrong…” he shook his head a little to punctuate his disapproval, “I must speak to Satan. Speak reason to him…make him realise that his judgement was flawed.”

[r0-boat]

Redoing this pull because we forgot our pretty prince

[icecoldbitchbird]

♡ Starter for my lovely friend @prince-sytry ♡

The ice-cold peacock had eyed the invitation wearily as he raised an ornate silver letter opener, slicing the edge of the envelope with a clean and precise cut. Unfurling the letter and allowing the calculating gaze of his turquoise eyes to scan across the cursive writing. Suddenly, the, frankly absurdly garish, snowy leopard-print paper that had decorated the accompanying gift began to make sense. Prince Sitri. The revelation didn’t lessen Andrealphus’ wariness any — you see, while the scribed words were a sweet message of welcome and a plea to get to know him better, the Goetic Prince had always left Andrealphus a little…well, ‘on edge’, for want of a better term. After all, the refined Prince had his domain within deception and desire. A demon with the ability to evoke truthfulness and force desire was a rather frightening proposition for a man who lied as easily as he breathed and was attempting — very successfully mind you — to pretend he didn’t desire men. Still, to decline would not only be frightfully rude but also highly foolish. What was that old saying? ‘Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.’ Prince Sitri was the kind of man that Andrealphus would benefit from befriending — so, without delay, he kindly accepted the invitation.

Andrealphus arrived at their designated meeting place not a moment too soon or a second too late. Precise, as always. The peacock was outfitted in a fine white cloak that shimmered slightly in the ruby-hue of the mid-day glow almost as though made from woven-together snowflakes. The richest cup was a fine establishment reserved for only the elite. As Andrealphus glided gracefully past the glass doors, opened hastily by a pair of imps, he was hit by the familiar aroma of fine tea and freshly baked goods. An eager servant led him towards a table at the back of the quaint cafe where he could already see the regal figure of the leopard prince seated. Andrealphus painted a smile onto his beak as he approached, “Your Highness,” he let the formal greeting slip pleasantly from his beak as he bowed slightly in accompaniment of his words. Andrealphus moved to elegantly seat himself on the chair opposite that of the intriguing Prince, his posture rigid and pristine as always, his gloved fingertips lacing together as his hands rested upon the fine tablecloth, “It is a pleasure to be graced with your company, Sitri. I was rather surprised, albeit pleasantly so, by your invitation.”