Suddenly, the flame-haired demonia from the drum session, Wikked, reappeared, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. "Y'all motherfuckers met my Hilimet yet? Hehehehe, rhymes n shit."

"Where the fuck did you go?" Hyeon-U asked, incredulously eyeing him up. Wikked shrugged his suspicions away.

"Nowhere important motherfucker." He pulled them against his chest in a bear demonia hug, not that he was one, being a wraith.

"Zephyrus? He’s your Hilimet?!" Ji-a asked, in disbelief as he looked at the fiery demon.

Wikked cackled. "Oh no, I ain't that lucky to snag Zeph as my Hilimet. No, my Hilimet is a feisty one. You'd like him, Ji-a, he's got that fiery, sensual spirit you seem to have, like back in the day, in the old age, when you were the heart and heat of seduction, I remember I used to jack off fuckin’, six or seven times at your concerts ya dig?."

Hyeon-U looked at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, before he gave Ji-a curious look.

Ji-a realized that Hyeon-U looked slightly annoyed when the younger one turned to Wikked.

"Who's your Suhultar then?" Hyeon-U asked, trying to keep up with the demonia's terminology. He was educated about most things, but remembering what he learned was difficult when a demonia spent too long in Adam World.

Wikked grinned mischievously at that, his smile wide and full of fangs. "Ah, that's a story for another time. Let's just say we have a love-to-hate relationship," he said, winking at them before disappearing into the crowd.

Ji-a couldn't stop thinking about what Wikked had said about his Hilimet. Did he really still have a fiery seductive spirit like his supposed demonia counterpart? He wondered if he would ever find out, but for now, he decided to enjoy the festivities with Hyeon-U.

"Wait, Wikked! What's his blood color so we can find him?" Hyeon-U called out suddenly. Ji-a cursed himself for his time stuck in a fucking statue, trapped by Adam Land expectations and laws.

Ji-a looked at Hyeon-U, reluctantly wondering what he meant by that question, and hating himself that he forgot. "What do you mean by blood color?" he asked. Hyeon-U looked at him with surprise. "You know, demonia blood color. It determines our caste and social status— wow, you really have been in Adam World too long. They freed you from a motherfucking statue." He frowned as he looked at Ji-a; the older demon quickly waved him off.

Ji-a felt a little embarrassed for not remembering, but he didn't let it show.

"Let's not talk about that, ok? Tell me though, why were you having a crying contest?" He looked at Hyeon-U with a confused expression, lilac hair falling into his face.

Hyeon-U scratched the back of his own head, grinning sheepishly, "Well uh...you see....what happened was..."