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Bundle Madness Drabble Part 23 (E. Paimon Continuation)

"Were in the wagon. Not outside."

"It's morning so everyone will see this. Then they'll talks and gossips."

"Oh no, whatever will you do." Look out the window and ignore her. Stare at the yellow hue skies and notice at some point the yellow turns a brighter yellow with the honeycomb design. Eyes narrowed at all the bright colors around. His talon covered boot tap the wagon floor. Arms hidden in the clock as he holds the end of the scar. A jolt of nervousness from the inside as his mind wanders into panic.

He can't do this.

He is not a social type. Not now. Not before. Only a select few could possibly handle if they don't hate them. Even that won't be enough. The atmosphere doesn't make it feel better for them. Why couldn't this be hosted at Sloth or Wrath?

Paimon went to the other rings before with his father and mother. Out of all of them he likes those two. Okay Sloth many can get but Wrath surprised both their folk when they commented about it before. Just like it. Plain and simple.

Wish this whole 'harem' thing could go away plain and simple. Or at least some other different term.

At the beginning they didn't read those letters or scrolls as they kept themselves busy. Either with training, studying, their own private lessons, and recently turn sixteen. Along with spending a little bit extra time with Orlok to learn about certain duties. Stuff they have done before but soon extra details.

Say what you want about Orlok. The good and the bad but he was a king you didn't want to cross. Still one of the Ares King of Hell who brought terror, lies on Earth to the weak. Will have a pleasing smile when they hear the ones who gave their souls away to them learn cry in fear. After learning all was for nothing but suffering down in the Pride ring. Choices have consequences.

Yet, somehow a good father, teacher to their grouchy owl son. Try to spend as much time as possible with the other.

Paimon groggily did have a sit down with their father to go over all of these letters. Since he got two from family, well, relatives of these candidates. Paimon used that as extra materials for the fire. He never was one who like it when another suck up to him. Unless it works but that's duties. Paimon did take notes, descriptions and small doodles of a signina that was either wax stamp, or had a certain charm. Did notice how a select few weren't well Goetia. Those Orlok explain strong job position, and possibly a name of sorts. Could fit in with the family and give it a chance. Each page for each letter. Debate on using a CHECK, afterwards, but decided against it for now unless he gets stuck.

Like how they are stuck going to this party.

At least they won't be alone in that.

The party looks grand and fancy outside. Gossip with one group. Another group laughing away. Another dismissed a servant or two for the wrong drinks. Another group playing little fun 'games'. Music around as a few dances. Lots, lots of food. The garden of the different plants spreads out all around even into a section that is a maze.

While there were older adults, there were those in the younger generation as well. Either with their own group, with family or walking about.

"You're slouching."

"So, are you too Aunty."

"I have an excuse."

"Yes, yes a crooked back." A young demoness took a sip of her drink. The swan looks back at her Aunt. The other swan taking a sip of her own drink.

"Your hair piece coming out Charis."

"It's fine. I made sure of it." The gold, sapphire looking flower hair piece blending into her soft white feather.