The lavish party was in full swing, opulence and extravagance on full display as countless nobility from the Nine Circles mingled. Among the elite crowd, Stolas stood with Blitz, alienated from the other attendees.

Blitz was acting a bit out of character, looking around with increasing discomfort. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit or distraction.

A tall, broad-shouldered demon approached the pair, focusing his attention on Blitz with a predatory grin. The stranger flashed an inviting smile towards Blitz, which he returned half-heartedly.

The stranger leaned in closer to Blitz, whispering flirtatious comments that made him chuckle awkwardly. Stolas watched in quiet irritation, his feathers bristling.

The stranger became increasingly forceful, pinning Blitz to a wall and forcing an unexpected kiss. Stolas stiffened, his eyes wide with surprise and anger.

Caught off guard, Blitz found his wrists restrained by the stranger. His usual playful smirk twisted into a grimace of discomfort.

The stranger grew more audacious, sliding his hand under Blitz's shirt. His increasingly invasive actions fueled Stolas's seething rage.

"Get your hands off him!" Stolas yelled, piercing the ambient noise of the party and drawing the attention of many onlookers.

The stranger looked taken aback, releasing Blitz as he turned to face an enraged Stolas. A hush fell over the crowd at the confrontation.

Exhausted and physically shaken, Blitz slumped against the wall, rubbing his sore wrists as he watched the confrontation unfold.

Stolas, his feathers swaying dangerously and eyes blazing with fury, stepped between Blitz and the stranger. An unspoken challenge hung in the air.

The stranger recoiled slightly, glancing between Stolas and Blitz. The smug smirk he wore was replaced by a skeptic grin.

"You invited him to your wife's party just to defend his honor?" The stranger sneered, his words laced with mockery.

Stolas held his ground. "I invited him because I wanted him here. And he deserves respect, not to be manhandled by the likes of you."

The crowd watched in anticipation as the stranger seemed to weigh his options. He glared at Stolas before reluctantly stepping back.

With a final threatening look, the man disappeared into the crowd. Stolas withdrew his threatening demeanor and turned to Blitz, concern clouding his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Stolas asked softly, his touch gentle as he examined Blitz's wrists for harm. Blitz simply nodded, not trusting his voice.

The crowd, having lost their spectacle, returned to their revelries. Stolas and Blitz made their quiet exit, leaving the grandeur behind.

As they left the party, Stolas kept a protective arm around Blitz, his gaze not leaving his side. Unspoken words hung in the air between them.

Inside the confines of Stolas's limousine, Blitz finally broke the silence. "Thanks...for stepping in there," he mumbled, avoiding Stolas's gaze.

Stolas looked at him warmly, gently brushing his knuckles against Blitz's cheek. "You're welcome, Blitz. I'll always have your back."

Blitz chuckled weakly, his usual bravado returning. "Yeah, I noticed. Pretty impressive display back there."

Stolas smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Well, I can't have someone taking advantage of my favorite imp, now, can I?"

As the car pulled away from the party, Stolas squeezed Blitz's small hand reassuringly, his mind filled with the promise of a stronger bond.

And in that moment, a sense of peace settled over them. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but it seemed to only have brought them closer.