Etrael was in one of his usual late night strolls, wandering around the Lust ring's streets this time, as his 'owner'— Belphegor, was in a meeting with Asmodeous, the ruler of the Lust ring.

He walked calmly through the streets, noticing the faint noise of a party nearby. Out of pure curiosity about the lustians ways, he approached the place, standing outside from a safe distance for a brief moment. He saw some people coming out of the place, looking pretty much wasted, noticing a certain blonde amongst the rest of the lustians.

It was Beliall. The prince of the Atridas' family, one of the most influential families across the ring of Wrath.

What was the prince of the Atridas even doing there, anyways? — that couldn't be right. Something must've happened to him, right?

Or that's what Etrael thought, going into the loud place and trying to reach for the blonde prince, in an attempt to 'save' him from the 'plebs' that were all around the place, thinking that Beliall was in danger.

The prince was disheveled, looking pretty much wasted. Etrael tried calling out for him, but the loud music made it difficult for his voice to be heard across. Having to get into the dance floor, Etrael reached for the blonde's shoulder, hoping to get his attention that way.

"Prince Atridas?.. Do you find yourself alright?" He called out, his voice not being very clear because of the loudness of the music they've had as a background.