"Stella had stormed off to her room, fuming. Her and Stolas' 'not-divorce' party was still going on downstairs, and she was incensed at Stolas for loudly asserting that they were getting a divorce to everyone. Still seething at her husband's childish behavior, the avian demon's thoughts eventually settled on one thing; revenge. She wanted to make Stolas squirm and beg, to make him regret turning his back on Goetian royalty like herself. And while ideas like assassination or public flogging certainly had their appeal, Stella knew that such actions would bring her only brief satisfaction at best, or worse; be unbecoming." "Unbecoming..." "She paused, an idea crossing her mind. Her husband had all but reveled in his open affair with that lowly imp of his, and was seemingly happy to leave her fuming. But with so many guests still at their little 'not-divorce' party, she had ample room left for what she was thinking. Yes; perhaps taking a leaf out of his book wouldn't be the worst idea..."