Chapter 1: Counting Pills
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“How many pills are there?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Good, he took the right amount.” Blitz murmured. “He didn’t fuss?”
“Nope, didn’t argue it either.”
“What you say?”
Loona shrugged, “That he was getting too drowsy and he needed to pull his weight in the office if he planned on staying.” She then added. “I also got him to eat lunch.”
“Wow, impressive. Maybe I should’ve sent you to nursing school.”
She snorted. “Nah, too used to shooting my way out of problems for that.”
“You haven’t shot him.”
“He doesn’t need it. Poor guy, I feel kind of bad for him. Losing his daughter like that.”
“He told me not to feel bad about what happened. That it was all his choice and I get it but tell me why I still feel like I’m the fuck up here.” Blitz admitted.
“Cuz it was your bright idea to go steal the book in the first place?”
“There it is. Yup, it was my fucking bright idea.”
“But he’s a fucking prince and could’ve stopped you at any time. He decided not to instead you two agreed on…that.” She sighed. “Dad, during those nights did you ever feel…forced?”
“No, never forced, I promise Loonie, I’m not going to lie to you about that. I sometimes felt annoyed, but we did establish rules before getting down to it early on.” He groaned. “It sounds awful doesn’t it? It wasn’t, it really wasn’t. I did like it, sometimes we really got into it. By the end it kind of felt…perfect.”
“Scared you huh?”
“To death.”
“Dad, I think you need to stop thinking you’re such a shitty person.”
“But I am a shitty person. I hurt a lot of people.”
“Did you mean to?”
“No.”
“Did you do like it?”
“No.”
“You plan to hurting them again?”
“Never.”
“Then you’re stupid, not shitty.” She shrugged. “I’ve been shitty.”
“You’re not shitty, you’re just tough and maybe a little shy…It’s rather cute.”
“Shut up, dad.” She closed the pill bottle. “How long are we going to keep at this?”
“Until he can get off them, so it’ll be a while. Just got to be patient.”
“I’m actually surprised you’re not taking these.”
“I’ve seen too many people get addicted to these and end up falling apart.” He shook his head. “I’ve been beaten, burned and homeless. I may have hated myself so much that I’ve broken mirrors, but I couldn’t stay down.” He touched the charm around his neck. “For her sake.”
Loona studied the charm that he always wore to work. “Was that your mom’s?”
He nodded. “All I have.”
“She must’ve been something, if she’s the reason you’ve kept going.”
“It’s amazing what a good person can do for your life.” He admitted, fingering the charm.
It hurt her at the realization that he didn’t see himself that way even after all the good he did for her and the good he was trying to do for the owl who was currently bathing himself. “Yeah, it is, so let’s keep helping this guy, hm?”
“That’s my girl.” He paused. “I’ve been thinking-”
“That’s never good.”
“-About doing something about those letters he’s been writing. Hand delivering them.”
“You’re fucking kidding. She’ll kill you. Well…maybe not. She’s kind of a softy…emotional actually. They’re a lot alike.”
“So I got a shot then. I’m not going to try and talk to her. I’m probably the last person she’d want to see, so I’ll just slip them on her desk or something.”
“Sounds okay to me, but you shouldn’t tell him that.” She jerked her thumb. “I don’t think you get how super anxious he is when you’re not there.”
“No, I get it. Trust me.” Recalling the mission which resulted in a gnarly, but superficial cut on his forehead that left him with blood on half his face. Stolas had nearly hyperventilated and burst into sobs thinking he had been dying. Blitz had to go to the hospital and get a few stitches just to reassure the guy that he was fine, but all that night he felt his eyes on him, even swore he felt the touch of his hand on his cheek at some point. That was nice. “Let’s keep it between us for now.”
“Sure.”
Chapter 2: Tending Wounds
Summary:
Fizz takes care of Blitz's wounds after the shoot out against Crim and his gang.
Notes:
No warning, just two friends hashing things out.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Fizzarolli was happy to see Blitz had arrived safely some time in the predawn hours. He’d come down to see if they’d be in the mood for breakfast and was pleasantly surprised when he’d answered the door.
“What the fuck happened to you??” He said in lieu of “good morning”, but it couldn’t be helped. He knew his friend was an assassin, knew his body would bear scars from the fire, was, honestly, mildly aroused by how trim and cut he was, but not this. “You look like you went through a meat grinder!”
Blitz was in his boxers when he’d answer the door and looked down at himself. “Took a bullet to the chest, so it leaves a mark.”
“That’s just one bullet??”
“Well, okay, no. This is a bullet impact, oh this one too….that was a bat…this was a knife…”
“Fuck me sideways, Blitz! How can you be so casual about this?? You nearly died five times last night!”
“Shhh!” He covered the clown’s mouth. “He doesn’t need to know that! It stresses him out and he’s already tired. By the way, thanks for watching him.”
“I barely did anything. I mostly tried not to pass out. It was the old lady who did all the hard stuff.”
“Yeah, but still, thanks.” He cracked his neck. “You got any painkillers? And a shirt? My stuff is a mess and I don’t want him catching an infection.”
“I got you. Come on.”
Soon both imps sat at the dinner table with Ozzie in the background working on breakfast. He stole glances here and there, curious how easily they trusted each other.
Every circus performer knew their way around a first aid kit and Fizz was no different. He’d seen bruises on his friend in the past, but these wounds were something else.
“How the fuck did you go from the circus to becoming an assassin, Blitz?” He wondered aloud as he rubbed the ointment carefully over a large bruise on his back.
“Kind of fell into it. I was scraping by looking for work and this guy needed a body to cover a club door. I did okay, so he kept me on, then a fight broke out and I took a couple of licks, but I learned that all those acrobatics that we learned could be used a different way and I started winning fights.” He winced and moved his shoulder in discomfort. “Then I got my first gun and everything changed.”
“Yeah? How’s that?”
“I got real drunk and spilled out the whole fire incident on my boss. He told me that I wasn’t meant to be a fucking clown. I wasn’t meant to entertain and if I felt like all I did was hurt people, then maybe that’s what I should be doing for a living. So I got into bodyguarding, and assassinations and I realized I was actually pretty damn good at it.”
“Is that when you dropped the O in your name?”
“Yeah, actually.” He took in a deep breath. “I decided I wasn’t going to be anyone’s clown and if anyone wanted a piece of me then I’d make them work for it.”
Fizz glanced briefly at Ozzie and made a gesture to stay calm. “Blitz, why didn’t you kill me?”
The Sin’s spatula dropped, but stayed quiet.
Blitz stiffened and turned around, shocked. “What the fuck question is that?! Why would I ever want to kill you, Fizz?!”
“You learned how to kill people, you had a chip on your shoulder, and we weren’t exactly on good terms. Why didn’t you find me and…settle it?”
“For what purpose? I already fucked you up, why would I want to ruin it further! I couldn’t! I wouldn’t! Fizz you were…I mean, I love you, I love you and I ruined us so completely, I could never-” Blitz wept openly.
Fizz threw his arms around him as he teared up too. “I let the anger and the pain eat me up so badly that I completely forgot how fucking big your heart is, Blitz. I feel so stupid that I allowed that prick to convince me you would do any of that on purpose. I’m sorry I said those things to you back then.”
“I deserved it.”
“No you didn’t. You didn’t need me putting your business out there, treating you like shit.” He drew back, sniffling. “Look at you, what you put yourself through and you did it for your people, because of course you do.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” Fizz patted Blitz’s cheek. “You’re not nothing and I know a lot of people who don’t see you as nothing, including that egg that nearly gave me a heart attack last night.”
“Yeah how was that?” He asked curiously.
Ozzie snorted. “Almost passed out. He’s not meant for major emergencies, my Froggy.”
“I’d rather perform in front of mobsters again before I witness active labor!” He announced.
“Was he in a lot of pain?”
“He was screaming your name at one point.”
Blitz winced. “All the stuff is at home. We got to head back so I can start making him feel better, my poor bird.”
Fizz smiled. “You know you’re cute when you’re anxious.”
He glared, fighting back a smile. “Fuck you.”
Now that Blitz’s body was seen to, the clown imp gave him a fresh shirt and pants to wear. Once breakfast was announced, everyone emerged from their temporary rooms with nearly everyone being quite ravenous after yesterday’s activities. Everyone witnessed Blitz’s absolute devotion to Stolas and the egg when he wiped down his seat and table twice, made sure a soft cushion was in place before he went and carried the owl from the bedroom to the table. The egg was snuggled in a sling pressed against his feathered chest. For many it was the first real good look at it they got so eyes were in their direction.
Stolas observed the carefully bandaged wounds. “Thank you Fizz, for taking care of my Blitz. I would’ve done it myself had I not been indisposed.”
“It’s fine, nothing we didn’t use to do back in the days.” He waved it off before chomping down on some pancakes. “Just keep an eye on him for me. He tends to do stupid shit on a whim.”
“I will indeed.” Stolas chuckled softly, before resting his hand over Blitz’s.
The imp snorted but held his hand before offering him a plate of sausages.
Notes:
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Chapter 3: Beltane Process
Summary:
Asha is considered a miracle and it inspires others to make a miracle for themselves.
Notes:
This was something I had wanted to add near the end of the main story, but didn't know where to place it. Hope you like it.
No warning unless you think a baby getting into stuff is a warning.
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The new I.M.P. saw a lot of people coming in and out of the office. Business was brisk and Blitz was loving it. Finally success in all aspects of his life, public and private was all good and balanced. He loved coming home, loved seeing his husband and daughters waiting for him. Asha was now walking and she would go into full shrieks while toddling her way to him.
Blitz picked her up and kissed her vigorously. She weighed like nothing, still just a pretty ball of feathers in her pink “Anarchy Princess” shirt and black tutu. “I see Loonie picked the outfit for today.”
Octavia chuckled. “She made a mess of herself during lunch so this is outfit number two.”
“Well I guess your little sister is lucky that she has a fuck ton of relatives that have stuffed her closet full of clothes.” He kissed Asha again. “Eat your heart out, baby girl.”
“Da! Da!” Asha pointed towards the hall that led further inside.
“Yeah where is your dad?” Blitz raised a brow over at his stepdaughter.
“Actually, he’s waiting on you. You guys have unexpected guests.” She revealed.
He stiffened. “Is it trouble?”
“No, but it’s interesting.”
With Asha clinging to him, he went into Stolas’ office to find his husband entertaining two incubus.
“Hey, everything okay?” He asked.
“Yes darling, you’re here just at the right time.” Stolas’ rose and greeted his husband with a kiss before pressing a daintier one on Asha’s forehead. “These are Marco and Asher. They have been asking for a private audience with us for months now.”
“What for?” Blitz frowned. “We don’t do any kind of interviews. Stolas and I value our family’s privacy.”
“No! It’s not for any kind of publicity, Mr. Blitz.” The taller incubus, Marco insisted. “We’ve been wanting to ask you for help.”
“If you need protection then you could’ve scheduled an appointment with I.M.P. and this could’ve been handled a lot-”
“We want to get pregnant.” Asher interjected sharply. “We want to know how you two had your baby.”
Stolas’ eyes widened. “Oh, well, I mean, we rather did it by accident.”
“Then can you tell us how you accidentally did it? Please?”
“Asher and I have been married for a while, and we love our pets but we really want a kid.”
“We’ve been trying the adoption route but it’s taking too long and it’s expensive too.” The smaller of the pair added. “We knew about your story, and about your family. We thought that maybe you could show us how you did it so that we could give it a try? Please?”
Asha was yanking on her father’s red skull charm and Blitz had to pry her little fingers off before she choked him. He noticed the way they looked at her longingly and he felt a pang for them. “We got lucky. Asha’s a little miracle…and Stolas risked a lot to carry her; we barely had a doctor. Are you willing to risk your body and health?”
Marco’s straightened. “We’ve discussed it. I’m the stronger of the two so I’m willing to carry it if we get lucky.”
Stolas and Blitz had often wondered how much the red star had an effect in the creation of their daughter. Would she have still been conceived without it or was it the sole reason for her existence? They figured they’d never know, but now here was a couple asking them to share their secret. Perhaps their Asha didn’t have to be the only miracle in hell.
“If you do this,” Stolas began, “and it proves successful, please get medical help immediately. Our biology is different, and I cannot guarantee that what I went through will be the same for you.”
The couple instantly became excited. “Yes, definitely! We promise!”
“We also can’t promise that it’ll work.” Blitz added. Asha demanded to get down, so he set her on the rug. Eagerly she toddled across to the bookcase where she proceeded to pull a few off the lower shelf.
Marcos and Asher watched the child whose very existence gave them hope. “We can try.”
The next couple of minutes, they explained the process, which the incubus took notes on, and asked questions, not wanting to miss a single step. Afterwards they thanked them profusely before leaving.
“I hope we made the right decision, darling.” Stolas said later after they were gone.
“We’ll see.” Blitz agreed while carefully prying Asha from the middle of the bookcase that she managed to climb up to. She’d clamped her beak firmly on a shelf and she wasn’t budging. “Babe.”
“Coming, my love.”
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Asha was three and sitting perfectly in her big sister’s lap while her middle sister read her a bedtime story. Blitz lay stretched out on the other sofa lightly dozing after a particularly tedious hit that day. Stolas wandered in carrying a warm cup of milk and honey for their littlest one to drink before bed while holding the mail in the other hand.
“Here you go, my love. Sip, don’t gulp.” He handed Asha the spill-proof cup before smoothing her feathers back.
Eagerly she took the cup and sipped it through the soft straw still focused on her sister’s story.
Pleased by the lovely picture they made, Stolas sat down with his husband, propping his legs over his thighs before going through the mail. Most of it was junk, but a plain letter caught his attention. Fan mail? It’s been years since they received one. Curiously he opened it and read the contents.
Blitz was half-asleep when he was suddenly bopped on the snout with something. “The fuck I do?”
“Darling, look!” Stolas insisted, waving a photo at him. “This just came from that incubus couple. Marco and Asher, remember?”
“Huh?” He blinked and focused on the photo that looked like a blobby grey circle with something in the middle. “What is that?”
“An ultrasound! They did it!”
He straightened and took the photo, “Really?”
Stolas zipped through the letter. “It says the first year was a miss which was devastating, but this year it actually took! Marco has been confirmed pregnant by their doctor. They worry about it getting out to the press, so they’ll be going into seclusion.”
“Wow, I guess they really wanted it.” Loona said softly, her sister yawning softly on her lap.
“Think we should help them?” Via wondered. “Maybe connect them to Uncle Ozzie?”
“That is not a bad idea, princess. I will contact him later.”
They did speak to Ozzie, who was surprised by the two incubus’ actions, but offered his support. Soon it did get out that another same sex couple were about to deliver and it got other couples making inquiries. When Marco managed to deliver a baby boy via c-section the desire ramped up. No one spoke much about it being unnatural, because this was hell, weird shit happened all the time.
After a quiet discussion with Blitz, Stolas decided to join Ozzie and a few trusted doctors to discuss and outline the newly dubbed, Beltane Process in the hopes that hell spawn who’ve desired a family now had another way to make it happen.
Asha “helped” pin the photo of Marco, Asher, their adopted imp daughter and their baby boy up on a large corkboard set up in the office. Over time, other families helped by the process would be added. Blitz and Stolas would often admire them, pleased to see that while their daughter might’ve been the first miracle of hell, she was no longer the only one.
Chapter 4: The Owls Together
Summary:
The owls of the family get a little bonding time.
Notes:
This was requested by Krakenfan who wanted some owl bonding.
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Loona contracted something in the human world, and promptly passed it onto Blitz, so now they were out of commission, in bed and miserable, grouchy patients. As such that left the Stolas and Octavia overseeing their needs along with keeping Asha away from them.
She of course didn’t understand why two of her favorite people wouldn’t open the door nor pick her up and give her, her necessary hugs and kisses, so she’d just plop onto the floor and burst into tears.
“Oh my little one, I know how you feel.” Stolas soothed her as he paced around her nursery trying to stifle her cries. “I can’t bear not having his kisses either.”
“It’s not like you could get sick.” Octavia reminded her, bringing in her little sister’s bottle. The minute she saw it, her hands stretched out and Octavia gladly took her into her arms and gave it to her.
“He is afraid I might transfer it to her, so I too am banned until he recovers.” Stolas lamented.
“Well, I just dropped some soup off with Loona and she looks to be getting faster.”
“Good, Moxxie and Millie are up to their elbows in work and some of the paperwork is falling behind.” He shrugged. “I might make a visit to help offset the load.”
“If you go I can watch Asha…or better yet, tell them to send me Mars and they can have a playdate.” Via said excitedly. “I love watching them both.”
He smiled. “Go text them and ask. Oh! I got your guitar restrung. It’s back in your room.”
“Yes! Here, I’ll be right back!” She passed Asha back and skipped off eagerly.
The baby passed her father her finished bottle and he dutifully sat down in one of the rocking chairs and turned her over for a good burping.
Soon Octavia came back, holding her guitar. “Sounds as good as new.” She strummed it which instantly got Asha’s attention, and she began to wiggle against her father’s grip.
He set her down on the rug and she crawled her way over to her sister who sat down crisscross on the floor, waiting for her. Gently she played a little tune for her that got the child excited, and she smacked the instrument before her tiny claws caught the string and struck a small note.
Asha crowed in delight and ran her hands over it, then hummed. Octavia giggled in delight and strummed a small song that was soon interrupted with her sister’s accompanying noises and claps.
Stolas was so focused on how happy his daughters were that it took him a second to realize that she was playing the tune to the song he’d sung to her when she had her terrible nightmare as a child. The thought that she’d remembered and was now sharing it with her little sister brought tears to his eyes.
Via noticed the tears and only smiled, pleased. Asha tried to climb over the guitar and into her lap, so she had to pause to move her around until she settled perfectly. Ever restless, the little one flailed over the instrument, smacking it like a drum and grunting her own song.
“Think she might want to learn how to play the guitar?” She mused.
“We’ll see if she’s interested when she gets older.” He advised, then smelled something foul. “Hmm, I think she just-”
“-Oh hell, Asha!” She set her guitar aside and lifted her sister out of her lap. “That was rank!” She studied herself. “Thank goodness, she didn’t soil me in the process!”
Asha whimpered, displeased at being moved, but her father quickly gathered her up.
“About time for her bath any way.”
While her father was a big fan of bath time, she was not and the only thing that placated her long enough to be properly washed were her toys, which included her small army of rubber duckies. Lucifer had given her a whole basket of them for her to play with. Of course, they all learned to check them before allowing her to play with them when they found one emitted fire. Completely destroyed the shower curtains. The king of hell had been apologetic to the point of tears and swore he’d never do something so thoughtless again. She had a set of pool rubber duckies and yes, they checked those regardless.
Asha splashed her sister with great enthusiasm and covered her father in kisses while he tried to dry her. Once she was dry, she became a beautiful gray puffball. Stolas admired the bright impish red feathers on her head and chest as he gently soothed the sensitive flesh around her black horns.
“You’ll be as beautiful as your sisters, my little one.” He praised before putting on her diaper.
Octavia handed him her pajamas, a cream-colored romper with red stars all over it.
“Was I ever this energetic when I was tiny?” She wondered aloud.
He picked her up and soothed her back. Seeming to understand what would happen next, Asha whimpered even as she began to yawn. “Mm, you were more docile. Easy to put to bed, but difficult to stay asleep, unlike your sister here.”
It was true, the moment they placed her in her round crib she cried in protest, refusing to give into sleep, but the moment she laid down she was out. Quietly they left the room, making sure to close the door softly.
“Stolassss!!” Came a pathetic cry from down the hallway.
The prince sighed. “I believe your stepfather has revived.”
“Which makes me glad he’s your husband and thus your responsibility.” She patted his back. “Go get’em, Dad.”
“Hey V! Any chance you can sneak me a beer??” Loona called out.
“Not when you scream your request for everyone to hear!” Via retorted and rolled her eyes. “Guess you take the whiny one and I’ll take the loud one.”
Stolas laughed softly and kissed her head. “We make a fine team, don’t we?”
She beamed. “Yeah, we do.”
Chapter 5: A Family Presentation
Summary:
Octavia is officially presented to the Goetia family and she's taking everyone with her.
Notes:
If anyone remembers how much Stolas hated his daughter's fat fuck fiancé, well, here you go.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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“I feel like a stuffed twink in this outfit.” Blitz cursed as he fidgeted with his collar.
“Ugh, Dad, did you have to say that out loud??” Loona growled fussing over her dress. “I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”
“You’re embarrassed?” Octavia protested. “I’m praying I don’t trip on this stupid skirt.”
“I sent it to the tailor twice upon your request, princess. You will not trip on the skirt.” Stolas assured as he tried to keep Asha from eating one of the fake flowers stitched all over her dress. “You all look dazzling, I promise you.”
Octavia had her 18th birthday party and was now considered a full member of the Goetia family. As such it was required that she be presented to everyone. Of course, she’d already been hanging amongst them for a while, but it was tradition and Stolas was excited over the fact that he hadn’t missed it. The thought of being gawked at while in a stupid formal dress was not appealing to her in the slightest and the only reason why she had agreed to the whole thing was because she wouldn’t be the only one.
Loona was the first and only titled non-Goetia, so she needed to be formally introduced as well. The thought of the hellhound wanting to impress any of those pricks was laughable, but Via begged, so she acquiesced, but her only request was that Blitz would be by her side too. That meant they had to wait until he was able to walk without the aid of crutches, so the event had to be pushed back. Currently, Octavia was nearing nineteen, but whatever, it didn’t matter to the family so long as they were all together. Which was why all except Stolas were fidgeting in their new clothes: Blitz in a crisp black suit, Loona in a red velvet off the shoulder mermaid dress and Octavia in her lavender with black lace gown.
Piper in a final act of affection to her old boss and a show of loyalty to her new boss, took over the planning of the event and made sure everything went accordingly. There had been a worry that none of the Goetia would show up to the shindig. Even though they showed loyalty before Lucifer, that could’ve been just superficial lip service, yet nearly all arrived.
Upon presentation, they made an extraordinary display. No one amongst the Goetia would ever have thought that an imp, a hellhound and a hybrid would ever join their ranks, but there they were, this family that were far more united than any other they’d seen before.
Most of them came because they wanted to get a good look at the red star. Princess Asha wasn’t shy, looking boldly back at those who stared at her. She toddled all over, curiously poking around, but refused to allow herself to be handled by anyone who wasn’t her family.
Vassago was beyond pleased and toasted them happily as did Duke Saleos, strangely enough. No one knew why the duke showed them such favor, but it helped since his higher ranking offered strong backing. Stolas and Via were glad for their genuine friendship.
Insofar there had only ever been one knight, Furcas and he seemed to be downright excited that now there was another one. He didn’t care that she was a hellhound, he was just glad he could impart what he knew with someone else. Loona was shocked by his enthusiasm, but Blitz thought it was a blast and a half.
Of course, not everything went so smoothly. There were still those Goetia who thought this was all beneath them and offered their backhanded compliments and snide remarks.
“How does it feel, Mr. Blitz to be the only one in your family to be without a title?” One laughed.
Stolas bristled. They were still engaged, their wedding not too far away, so Blitz could not yet be called prince consort even though his imp thought the very notion of being called a royal anything was weird as fuck.
“I have a title. Everyone calls me “Boss” and I earned it myself.” He replied sharply.
“Have you forgotten the three cuts?” Stolas added, “Imagine what damage he’d inflict on you.”
Blitz gave a mean little grin, and the heckler hurried away.
Further away a small ruckus was heard and both fathers turned frowning. Asha ran and clung to Blitz’s legs to hide from it. Picking her up, they went to investigate.
Crispin had confronted Vassago and Octavia over their humiliation of him.
“Playing me for a fool! Pretending to be a whore just to escape a perfectly legitimate engagement! I should take you to court! I ought to ruin you-”
“Shut it!” Octavia snapped. “You were a lousy fiancé with your greasy hands and your loud chewing! What the fuck are you an earl or a damn hell cow?!”
Vassago laughed, patting her shoulder. “Esa es mi niña! Put him in his place.”
“Its hormones you cunt!” The earl snapped.
“What did you just call me?!”
“A cunt! You’re small, useless, smelly-” A punch cut off his words and sent the bird crashing to the floor.
“You.” Stolas loomed over him. “I heard of you. Thinking you were good enough to lay a hand on my daughter!”
Octavia went wide-eyed as her father waited for the fat bird to stand up only long enough to be punched once more.
“You filth! You walking, moldy, two-week-old rotisserie chicken!” He slapped him, throwing him to the ground. “My ex must’ve scrapped the bottom of a trash barrel to find you!” Grabbing a punch bowl, he smashed the whole thing over him.
Loona watched slack-jawed and Knight Furcas chuckled.
“Finally, some fucking good entertainment.” He poured her another shot of alcohol they’d been sampling.
“You going to do anything about this?” Vassago asked as he slid next to Blitz. Asha demanded uppies from her uncle, who gladly took her.
Blitz took the opportunity to whip out his phone. “Yup, going to fuck his brains out later.”
Stolas gave the earl one last kick before drawing back, panting. Everyone was looking at him in absolute shock, but he stared back fiercely.
“Let me make this perfectly clear to every Goetia that is in this room. I have three spectacular daughters and not a single one is for sale! They will choose their partners as they see fit and anyone who tries to coerce them in any way will be thrown into the deepest, darkest recesses of space! Or shot in the face, whichever one of us gets to you first!”
“I’m the gun guy!” Blitz clarified.
“And do not doubt my words! I’ve nearly been murdered and executed. I’ve been kidnapped, exiled, and abused yet I am still here. Do not take me for a fool!” He stared everyone down before taking a breath and turning to his daughter. “Are you alright, princess?”
“Uh, yeah. Do you need to sit down for a minute? Have a glass of wine?” She soothed, surprised and little delighted by her father’s shiny backbone.
“Wine sounds good right now, actually.” He reached out to his fiancé. “Join me?”
“Always.” Blitz said happily taking his hand.
The excitement eventually settled, and the rest of the affair passed peacefully. The party went way past Asha’s bedtime, but she offered no protest when finally put to rest since she had spent most of the time running laps around everyone and had worn herself out. Loona and Octavia, the ladies of the hour, had to see the last of the guests and once they did, took off their shoes and groaned in relief.
“The stupid things I do for you.” The hellhound complained.
“Shut up, you had a good time, admit it.” The owl retorted.
“I enjoyed talking to Furcas if that’s what you mean. He’s not such a bad guy for a Goetia. Oh, your dad’s beatdown of your ex was the highlight of the evening! He’s been wanting to do that to him for such a long time.”
“It was the coolest moment.” She looked around. “Where are our dads?”
“Think I saw them on the balcony.”
The sisters went to go look for them and indeed found them. Soft, romantic music was coming from a nearby phone, and they were dancing to it. Blitz was balanced perfectly on the balcony ledge with Stolas in his arms, swaying mostly with their foreheads pressed together. They appeared to be lost in their own world, deeply in love.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing them so happy.” Octavia murmured softly.
“Yeah, they’re going to be the cutest on wedding day.” Loona agreed, then nudged her. “Come on, they know their way back to bed. I’m tired and I want out of this dress.”
“Good idea. Mind getting the ribbons loose for me? I can’t reach.”
“Sure.” They paused in the hallway long enough for her to do just that.
“Ah! Thank you! Oh why does that feel so good?!” Via cried out in relief.
Loona snorted and patted her back, “That is called a corset-gasm. It’s a wonderful feeling.”
Heading into their room, they promptly crashed.
Notes:
Alright, I will be heading out on my two week birthday vacation on Sunday and I won't be back until the 20th so no promises about posting anything even though I will be taking my tablet.
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!
Chapter 6: Satan's Observation
Summary:
Satan meets Asha after a long time.
Notes:
I'm back from vacation! Enjoy this nugget.
Chapter Text
Satan had an ambition to take over Hell. Lucifer might be considered the ruler of it all, but he treated his kingdom like a bastard child that he was too ashamed to love openly.
He, however, saw the power and potential of Hell. If he had his way, he’d create an army out of the hellspawn and hone the Sinners. If Heaven wanted to kill their kind then, well, he’d make them work for it. Which was why the red star fascinated him so. A creature born with the sole desire to defend, protect and fight. Why such a person was created, Satan didn’t know nor care, but what he had desired was to take the star under his wings, nourish and mold it into a warrior worthy of his armies!
It was only a moment he held the infant in his arms and the stupid marquis had nearly convinced him to kill it. It had cost the icy bird his appendages, but it also cost Satan the child. Lucifer was quick to take the baby under his wings and claim it as his own.
Thwarted and enraged, the red Sin deliberately ignored the child’s upbringing, refused to listen to the gossip. Asmodeus would often bring her up, showing off pictures from his phone like a proud uncle. All the others would peek, but Satan dismissed it all with a sniff. What did a spoilt, pampered brat have to do with him? It would only irritate him, such wasted potential.
It was much, much later that he heard interesting things about the red star. Lucifer had gleefully invited her to live in his daughter’s hotel.
“My little red is home! And I got her the next nicest room too!”
That didn’t matter, what did was what happened after. Extermination Days had changed since the murder of Adam and the return of the queen. Charlie’s plan had actually worked and it was turning traditional ideas upside down. Some people didn’t care for it and the red star was put to work. She thwarted an assassination attempt on the princess, which immediately got people paying attention. When the Exorcists invaded, she stood sentry and held them off. The next time she killed one, taking an angelic spear for herself and that finally made Satan focus.
Although she made the news, she was reluctant to pose for pictures, although there were some since she was young and apparently had a social life. Her sisters were her closest companions as were the small number of inhabitants at the hotel.
He finally laid eyes on her much later when the Sins met up for a small meeting that Greed insisted on having over some slight he thought he’d suffered. Lucifer hardly ever showed up, but this time he did and brought his Little Red.
Little Red, what a ridiculous nickname for a warrior. Asha was her name, if he remembered it right. During the discussions he stayed mostly quiet, Mammon’s tantrums were stupid to begin with so he focused on her instead. She was tall, standing way above Lucifer and slender, but he wasn’t fooled, she had muscle definition, especially in her shoulders and thighs. A white Goetia face, but imp eyes stared forward, revealing nothing and an elegant, black-tipped beak set firmly. She appeared an unremarkable gray color but pulled away were long, blood red feathers that went down her back. Symmetrical black horns curled perfectly, making her all the more striking. She wore a fitted black suit with red accents and a touch of black lace at her throat. Charming.
Queen Bee caught his stare, and her brow arched in curiosity. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea he wrinkled his nose and looked away. Still his eyes occasionally dragged back to her until they finally made visual contact.
She appeared vaguely startled, then suspicious of him. Curious, Satan slipped a talon under the table as if to grab something and she shifted her stance. Good, she was alert.
Once the ridiculous meeting was concluded, he decided he wanted to exchange a word or two with her, but Asmodeus, the fucking social butterfly that he was, beat him to it.
“How’s the hotel been treating you? You’ve been eating?” He asked, cupping her face adoringly.
Asha smiled. “I’m doing just fine, Uncle Ozzie and I am getting three square meals a day, I promise.”
“You don’t think I would starve my Little Red, do you?” Lucifer asked, pouting.
“When was the last time you ate?” Lust retorted.
“Uhhhhh….”
“Exactly.”
She squeezed the hands holding her cheeks affectionately before stepping back. “I know my way around a kitchen and I occasionally force fed him too.”
A soft round of chuckles before Beelzebub swooped in and embraced the girl off her feet. “Look at how beautiful you are!” She spun her around. “Hmm, must you wear black??”
“It’s what dad wears on the job. Makes sense.” Asha explained plainly.
“Might need refitting. Looks pinched.” The Sin tugged at her lapels.
“That’s because her shoulders are more defined than before,” Satan finally insinuated himself into the conversation. “Aren’t they?”
Asha’s smile faded slightly and cleared her throat. “I’ve been working out.”
“I can tell. Rumor has it you flipped a vehicle over during a fight.” He rumbled wondering how much she could bench press. She was leanly built, but Goetia royals were quite resilient and imps were always stronger than their looks belied.
“I deflected the car. I’m an athlete, not super-strong…like yourself.” She remembered the stories of the trial and the Sin that nearly killed her and her father. Her family had gone to great lengths to make sure she never met him while growing up, yet now here he was. Funny that despite his impressive musculature and presence she felt no real fear.
The way she stared at him, assessing, imagining modes of attack- he was impressed. His shoulders squared up and his wings extended slightly. “Hmm…does my reputation proceed me?”
Asha arched a brow. “I’ve heard stories from my family mostly.”
He could imagine what they had told her, after all, she had been an infant when it all went down. “I’m sure your fathers have spun quite a story.”
“Nothing to spin when the truth is grand enough. The Three Cuts is already a legend.”
“I suppose your fathers trained you before sending you to Lucifer. I doubt anyone in that hotel can do what you have done so far.”
She lifted her head, a glint of pride in her eyes. “Actually, Vaggie is quite competent, but yes, they made sure I was ready.”
A small smile lifted the corner of his lips, “Trained by two reckless lovers with more guts than brains. I look forward to seeing your future battles.”
He acknowledged the others before turning to leave.
“You’d be surprised what love can drive others to do.” Asha called out impulsively, refusing to let him have the last word.
Love, she would know wouldn’t she? Created by love, nurtured and surrounded by love. Her family called an army, defied the very courtroom and him for the love of her. He glanced at her briefly over his shoulder before leaving. Truly a loved and cherished creature.
“Huh,” Lucifer finally spoke. “That’s the most he’s said to anyone outside of his anger management therapist.”
Ozzie and Bee had observed the conversation, ready to jump in case of any slight, but like their king, they were surprised how civil Satan had been.
“You alright there?” Ozzie asked his adopted niece.
Asha watched the red dragon leave before answering. “Yeah, fine. Why?”
He shrugged. “He’s just, you know, an intense guy.”
“Not to mention the whole smothering thing.” Bee added.
Asha smiled reassuringly. “Sometimes the boogieman is just a pile of clothes in the corner.” She added saucily. “I bet I can take him too.”
They chuckled and teased her.
Chapter 7: Baby Shower Gifts
Summary:
The M&Ms have their baby shower and Blitz has a surprise for Stolas.
Notes:
Sorry, I haven't been writing for this little section for a bit. I'll try to do better.
This should take place before Octavia and Stolas are reunited and before Cash makes his presence known.
Chapter Text
Moxxie’s and Millie’s apartment was crammed with relatives and friends for the baby shower. They had most of the basic necessities, but guests still brought a plethora of gifts for the young couple and their future boy.
They refused to do a gender reveal, although Blitz was more than ready to burn half the state of California for them and merely announced their boy earlier and enjoyed the celebration now.
Moxxie, as always, was a doting husband, not allowing Millie to lift a finger. Her relatives, who had various opinions on the man had to offer grudging respect and admiration at his devotion to her.
Blitz helped where he could, Loona lounged comfortably next to Stolas who also wanted to help but was ordered to stay put. People were already curious about his presence, so having him walk around while gravid would only get tongues wagging, which they didn’t want, so he sat demurely, eating whatever little snacks his beloved brought him. If anyone started asking too many questions, Loona would simply look up from her phone and snarl at them.
Implings ran around underfoot, causing general chaos. Gossip and laughter were rife and loud. Guests were drinking, eating and having a grand time. Stolas observed it all, rather liking the happy atmosphere.
“This must be different from the parties back in Fancyland, huh?” Loona asked.
“Indeed, this feels more welcoming. The people here actually like each other.” He observed. “I feel like I can relax without judgement.”
The hellhound hummed. “And even if someone did, you can tell them to fuck off.”
“Indeed.”
An imp with a very ample figure approached the owl. “You must be the owl whose dating Blitz the Boss huh?? Lucky bird!”
His gaze swept over her and smiled politely. “Miss Donna Lynn?”
She grinned broadly. “How’d you guess??”
“Your reputation proceeds you.” He replied smoothly.
They had a polite conversation about this and that before everything was interrupted for the gift opening.
Toys, blankets, clothes, diapers were oohed and aahed at, but it became clear that the gifts were having an effect on the mom to be.
At first, she was all smiles and excitement, but slowly the sparkle in her eyes began to shimmer and her chin started to tremble.
“Millie are you alright?” Moxxie asked as he ripped open a bag to reveal a set of onesies.
She took the outfits in her hands, stared at them and burst into tears.
“Whoa! What happened??” Blitz immediately handed her a wade of napkins.
“They’re so LITTLE! Look at how little these are!!” She wailed. “My baby is going to be so cute and LITTLE!”
The women began to chuckle and winked at each other in understanding. Hormones have reared their head.
Moxxie smiled and took the clothes from her. “Yes, he will be. Here, open another gift.” He put a box in her lap.
Upon opening it, it revealed a pair of infant cowboy boots. She cried harder. “He’s going to have tiny hooves! I can’t!” She cried more.
Loona was biting her lips hard as she immediately started recording the moment. Millie, the nearly unstoppable killing machine has been reduced to a crybaby. Stolas politely covered his beak, touched and humored by her tears of joy.
Guests were enjoying the display, soothing and teasing Millie as she struggled with her feelings as each gift was opened. A bowtie similar to the baby’s dad got her whimpering, a box of diapers allowed her to calm down, but them a set of tiny spoons and forks made her burst all over again. Moxxie was doing the most to still her tears while Blitz kept putting food in front of her in hopes it would settle her down.
“I’m happy, really I am!” Millie assured everyone before honking into a tissue.
“Here!” Blitz plopped a big bag in front of her. “This is from me, Stolas and Loonie. Hope you like it!”
There was an I.M.P. badge for the baby to wear once it was older, a set of soft bedsheets for the crib, but mostly there was an assortment of lotions, oils, bath bombs, face masks, candles and a bottle of wine.
“I’ve seen all the items you’ve purchased for the little one,” Stolas explained, “And I thought that perhaps you’d like to indulge yourselves in some relaxation products when the stress becomes too much. I know this pregnancy hasn’t been fun for you and you, my dear friend, deserve pampering.”
“Oh!” Millie’s smile was as bright as the sun. “You’re so thoughtful!” She got up and went to give Stolas a warm hug. “I couldn’t ask for a better belly buddy!”
His feathers fluffed with pride, pleased that she considered him a dear friend.
Everyone frowned a bit at the belly buddy comment and Blitz immediately interjected. “They stayed at the office the most, so they bonded!” He covered.
Ah! Everyone nodded in understanding and the party continued.
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“Such a lovely day, wasn’t it Loona dear?” Stolas said as they made their way back home.
“Yeah, never knew a body that tiny could cry that much.” Loona commented.
“Hormones are powerful chemicals.”
“Tell me about it!” She went to open the door, peered in then paused. “Okay, close your eyes.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“You know how Dad left early because he said something came up at the office? Well, he lied, he was working on a surprise for you. Now close your eyes.”
“Oh!” His face went warm with excitement and he closed his eyes, allowing Loona to lead him into their apartment. He heard the door close, but didn’t dare open a peep as the hellhound carefully led him inside. Recognizing the area enough he knew the surprise wasn’t in the living room and he was being led into the study/green room.
“You ready, babe?” Blitz announced. “Open your eyes!”
Stolas blinked and stared in amazement at the transformation. His bookcase, armchair and plants were still there but now set up was a nursery for their child. A round crib with its own little canopy made of dark wood and cream bedding had been built. A heat lamp installed ready for use. A changing table, dresser and armoire accompanied it. Soft plushies of stars and horses were placed here and there. There was already a stack of diaper boxes, wipes, soft towels ready for use.
“Oh Blitz…Blitzy…” Tears filled his eyes. “You did this??”
“Loona and I did. We hid it in her room and built it little by little until I could finally assemble it all here in order to surprise you. You like it?” He asked hopefully.
Stella had decorators design Octavia’s room, he’d had no say. One minute the room was empty, the next the whole place was done. One would say he had no say here either but he knew otherwise.
“These were the pieces I’d circle in the magazine.” He realized as he touched the furniture. “I thought you said you accidentally threw it away.”
Loona snorted. “He actually did, but he dug through the trash to find it, took pictures then went out and got it all.”
Blitz grinned sheepishly. “Ta Da!”
He really was the luckiest bird in all of hell. Picking Blitz up, he kissed his face. “You sweet, perfect man!”
“Ugh” Loona rolled her eyes and exited as they started making out.
“So….you like it?” Blitz asked again, rubbing his lips against his.
“Oh Blitzy, I love it. Thank you. This baby couldn’t ask for a better parent.” He nuzzled against him, hooting softly.
A whistle broke their happy embrace. “Hey, love birds.” Loona approached and thrust a gift towards Stolas. “Got something for you.”
Setting Blitz down, Stolas eagerly took the gift, ripping it open to reveal a small collection of onesies.
“Since we don’t know what it’s going to be, I thought some neutral colors would be alright.” She shrugged casually. “But I mean…I hope you like it.”
“I love them and I’m sure they’ll fit your sibling perfectly.” The owl prince hugged her gently. As he fingered the fabric, he felt tears gather in his eyes. “Oh dear…Millie’s right…they are so small.”
Blitz grinned as the waterworks started and went to get some tissues while Loona patiently sat him down as he cried over the baby clothes.
Chapter 8: Moth to Flame
Summary:
Asha goes out on a drinking binge with Husk, meet up with Angel Dust and has an unpleasant run-in with Valentino.
Notes:
I'm more entrenched in Hazbin Hotel recently and Valentino's a dick!
Chapter Text
One could say that she’d led a fairly sheltered life. Asha knew how to handle weapons since she was a child. Her father Stolas helped her acquire her first Carmine crafted gun as a sweet sixteen birthday present. Her other dad, Blitz took her on various assassination trips. Still, she wasn’t allowed to go out as much as she’d liked and even if she did go out it was under someone’s direct supervision. If it wasn’t her parents, it was her sisters, after that it was either Uncle Moxxie or Aunt Millie, or Uncles Ozzie and Fizzy.
But once she turned eighteen and started living at the Hazbin Hotel, she was free from her family’s careful gaze. Lucifer and Charlie didn’t ask much of her, so she had a lot of downtime. This allowed her to make friends with the inhabitants of the hotel.
Nifty was a quick, maniacal woman and Asha had drawn her weapon on her more than once when she popped out of nowhere. Luckily the little maid thought nothing of it and they became fast friends.
Vaggie was the one she was the closest with since they both had a no-nonsense mindset when it came to supporting the Morningstars. With permission, Asha made herself a training area in the back that the ladies would often go to practice and let off some steam.
Her fun friends however were definitely Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust. Considering how insular most of her life was, Cherri and Angel were eager to show her around town and introduce her to all the fun stuff. Husk had developed a fondness for her and went with them if only because he wanted to make sure the other two didn’t push her too far. She liked him too. He was mellow and gruff, and sort of vaguely reminded her of Daddy Blitz.
Which leads to the current situation, Husk and her having a night out just the two of them enjoying some drinks. She had spoken to him about the elegant soirees that she’d attended as a Goetia princess and had wanted to know more. He was pleasantly surprised that she could handle her alcohol, but she’d been sneaking drinks with her old friend Mars since they were teenagers.
“Bet those Goetia got some nice stuff.” Husk commented, sniffing his shot.
“Yeah I guess so. I tried a little of this and that during parties.” Asha admitted before she drank her shot and savored the burn down her throat. “Hmm, needs to be sweeter to cut down on the piss flavor.”
He chortled. “You know you’re slowly becoming someone I might actually trust.”
She grinned. “Flattered. Maybe I’ll antagonize Alastor and win your heart yet.”
“Ha!”
Asha held the same opinion about Alastor as Vaggie did. So long as he helped Charlie, he was tolerated but not trusted in the slightest. Lucifer loathed the man but seemed reluctant to kill him. He’d warned his Little Red not to get close to the radio demon and despite them being in close proximity had barely spoken to him. Still, she knew he wanted to talk to her very much and it would only be a matter of time before he tested her.
“Hey, you made it!” She waved at Angel Dust who’d promised to meet them after his shift was done.
“Barely, ugh! Are you drinking that??” He didn’t even wait for an answer and just took the shot and knocked it back. “Oh, fuck I needed that!”
“Rough day?”
“Rough guys.” He corrected, slumping down beside Husk. “Double anal is not for the faint-hearted.”
Asha’s eyes widen. “I’ll take your word for it.”
A wicked grin spread over Angel’s face. “You’re so cute when you blush. I really need to sit you down and show you the finer points of l'arte dell'amoret.”
Husk snorted, “What you do in those films isn’t arte nor is it remotely amore.”
Angel drew back, surprised. “You speak Italian??”
He shrugged. “So what?”
“Oh really? Sei esperto nell'arte dell'amore?” He rested his chin on his hands, giving the bartender a smoky look.
“Chi vuole saperlo?” He glared.
Angel’s smile widened.
Asha studied them and bit back a giggle. “Just make out already.”
“Yeah, why don’t you plant me one, Whiskers?” He puckered his lips.
Husk shoved a drink at him. “I don’t kiss on a first date!” He hissed, then gestured towards Asha. “A gentleman takes his time. A nice place, good food, good wine, good conversation goes a long way into someone’s heart. You got me?”
She nodded obediently. “I got you.”
Meanwhile Angel Dust, having finished his drink, pouted. “So what? I ain’t worth wining and dining??”
“Who said that?” Husk replied, giving Angel a quick once over. “You’d benefit from a nice hot meal.”
“Yeah? You like pasta?” He asked gently.
“If you make it.” The bartender replied. “I’ll bring the wine.”
They shared a smile, and Asha was thoroughly enjoying the entertainment.
So the night continued with increasingly dirty banter that had Asha chuckling until the overlord Valentino strode into the bar immediately catching everyone’s attention.
“Angelito! My escort for the night crapped out on me so I need you to cover for her now.” He ordered snapping his fingers at him.
“Ugh fuck me.” Angel rolled his eyes before taking one more shot. “This is going to be a long night.”
Asha and Husk frowned at the unpleasant intrusion. She slid out of her seat, but Husk grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t involve yourself. You’ll make it worse for him.” He muttered.
She sighed in frustration.
Valentino’s eyes widened at the sight of her. “And this….are you the Red Star? The Morningstar’s new pet??”
She frowned. “I’m their guardian.”
“And a Goetian princess if I heard right.” He sneered at Angel Dust as he joined his side. “You must think highly of yourself being surrounded by so much royalty.”
“It’s her job, just like this is my job. Can we go?” He insisted, hating the way his boss’ gaze raked up and down Asha’s lean body.
“How old are you, Pajarito?” He asked, slinking up to her.
“Nineteen.”
The look that spread over the pimp’s face immediately made Husk nauseous and furious.
“Oh my darling, you’re being wasted on those royal fools! Imagine the money, the glamour, the fame you’d achieve if you worked for me!” Valentino insisted, drooling as hedonistic thoughts ran wild at the thought of her in his employment.
Asha could smell the thick, cloying addicting aroma around him, see the way his eyes swirled in a way that would sway any Sinner to his suggestions. Luckily, she wasn’t a Sinner nor a naïve waif despite her upbringing.
“If I wanted glamour and fame, Uncle Asmodeus would’ve lifted me to heights you could not even reach.” She retorted. “I work with kings. Why would I ever lower myself to deal with a mere pimp?”
Husk let out a low whistle and Angel Dust winced, then his eyes widened as Valentino’s eyes filled with rage, and he lifted a hand to strike her.
The next thing the moth knew, he was flying through the window of the bar and crashed hard against his limousine. Before he could even retaliate, Asha jumped out of the broken window and kicked him in the face.
“Don’t ever think you could put a hand on me!” She snarled. “Dumb fucking bug!”
“I’m a moth, puta!!” He snapped, throwing his wings wide opening to release a vicious gust of wind.
She leapt into the air to avoid it. “And here’s the flame!” The skull mark appeared on her forehead as she blew out an intense burst of red gold fire from her hands.
It instantly covered the pimp in flames, and he began to let out a high pitch scream.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” Angel Dust ran towards Asha. “Put him out!”
“Fuck that! He tried to hit me!” She snapped.
Husk touched her wrist. “You don’t want to start a war with the Vees. Not that I doubt your ability, but it’ll interfere with Charlie’s mission.”
He had a good point and with a gesture killed the fire, leaving Valentino smoking in his garters. Nearly naked, he hastily wrapped his trembling wings around himself.
“Hey…boss…want me to take you home?” Angel Dust asked timidly, trying to suck up while the overlord was still in shock.
“You sure you want to go with him?” Asha asked.
He shrugged. “You know I gotta.”
She nodded, understanding and turned her gaze back to Valentino. “Your beef is with me, bug. Not one scratch on him.”
“You kill me and you’d break la princesa’s little pacifist heart.” The pimp growled.
“She’s the pacifist, I’m the guardian.” She replied coolly. “Killing is what I do.”
Furious, but too injured to do anything, Valentino could only retreat and plan on ways to make her and Angel Dust suffer for the slight.
A few days later he received a package from the great Asmodeus himself. Having been trying for ages to get the Sin’s attention he frantically opened it in front of the other Vees.
Inside was a small doll bearing his image with an enormous dildo driven straight through its body and exiting its mouth.
“Is…that a compliment??” Vox asked.
Velvette pulled out a piece of paper. “Ha! Hardly!”
Valentino snatched it from her and read it.
One toe in my niece’s direction and I’ll have you skewered in the center of Pentagram City.
A Fizzbot nearby suddenly caught his attention, its eyes glinting brightly.
An icy finger of fear touched the moth’s spine.
Chapter 9: Paimon's Visit
Summary:
Paimon finally visits the Goetia-Buckzo family.
Notes:
Warning: Shouting, old traumas, gun violence
At this point Loona and Octavia are in their early 40s, Asha is in her early 30s and Stolas and Blitz are in their 60s.
Chapter Text
Today was the day that their parents came back from their 30th anniversary vacation. It was supposed to be a fun family night. Loona got the whole day off, Asha had the Morningstar’s blessing to come home and Octavia had the mansion cleaned and their favorite family meal prepared.
“Had fun?” Octavia said when Stolas and Blitz portal into the main foyer, suitcases set down so that they could embrace their daughters.
“The island was delightful!” Stolas gushed, kissing Loona, then Octavia and finally Asha. “Thank you for gifting it to us for the week.”
“The sun felt so good! I feel like freshly baked bread.” Blitz replied, giving them his own kisses.
“I think the fresh air and hot sun did you some good, old man,” Loona teased, brushing a finger against his crow’s feet. “You look rested.”
“Indeed, it was just what the doctor ordered.” Stolas agreed.
Blitz was just over sixty and while still dedicated to his business, left most of the missions to the younger crew. The last doctor’s visit had advised him to be kinder to his body, and it had been the sisters who put their heads together and decided to offer them the relaxing vacation as a way to get their business-minded father to relax.
“You guys worry too much. I’m fine.” He insisted.
Asha squeezed him tight. “Well we want you to stay fine for as long as possible, Dad.”
“Stolas.”
A voice cold, hard and sharp cut through their happy bubble. Stolas knew that voice and he felt his body go rigid with remembered fear.
“Father.”
Octavia frowned. “Father??”
Loona frowned, sniffed the air and snarled. “King Paimon.”
The family turned to face a tall impressive Goetia who walked in, gazing at them with harsh disapproval.
“What manner of gathering is this?” Paimon demanded, scanning over them all. “Why would Goetian royal welcome a Hellhound, an imp and…” He his gaze sharpened at Asha. “…the hell are you?”
Blitz’s fury rose quickly. “She’s our daughter you stupid royal fuck. All of these girls are our daughters!”
“Impudent little shit!” Paimon moved to attack him, but his magic was blocked by Stolas who put himself in front of his family.
“How dare you attack my husband! How dare you intrude in our home! You are not welcomed here!”
“Husband?? So the stories are true??” Paimon hissed, disgusted. “You sent your legitimate wife into exile and married an imp!”
“My ex-wife tried to kill me twice!” Stolas snapped. “I divorced her for my own safety, and it was the court who sent her into exile. She broke the rules, she was given her punishment!”
“Because you couldn’t live up to expectations! Had you been dutiful and obedient, she wouldn’t have had a reason to want you dead!”
“She bullied him!” Octavia retorted. “From the very beginning she made him miserable! They were both miserable! How could you not see that??”
Paimon studied her for a moment. “Ah, so this is my legitimate grandchild. The only one from the union. There should’ve been more.”
“I refused to subject myself to my duties any more than was physically necessary!” Stolas replied. “Besides, Octavia was more than enough to fulfill your requirements.”
“So these bastards…where did they come from?” He pointed at Loona and Asha.
Blitz was livid, “Loona is my daughter and a fucking Goetia Knight granted by Lucifer himself!!”
“Ha! Why the fuck would the King of Hell grant any sort of power to a dog!”
Asha stepped forward, growling. “Watch your mouth before I rip it out of you!”
“And you….strange creature. I sense you’re Goetia but something is…off.”
She thrust her chin up at him, “I’m Asha Verosika Goetia-Buckzo. I was conceived on the night of Beltane to my fathers under a red star. Claimed by the Morningstars as their guardian, I have dedicated my life to their safety.” She swept her arm over her loved ones. “This is a family built by love and you are not welcomed here. Get out.”
“What load of bullshit is that!” Paimon scoffed and stepped menacing towards Stolas. “You are a disgrace! A disgrace as a son, a husband, fath-” His mouth was slammed shut by a powerful dark force and he was forced back a few feet. Surprised, he blinked found himself staring down at Octavia who was bristling with fury.
“The disgrace is YOU!” She shouted. “You’re responsible for all of the misery that came to this house!” More dark magic burst from her arms as she kept forcing Paimon out. “I learned all about you, grandfather! How you demanded to marry Orenda even though she wasn’t supposed to, how you promised to take care of her and left her to die after birthing the egg…”
Stolas sucked a breath but said nothing. He had told his daughters slowly the tale of his fallen mother, of his mysterious malady, at least the little that he knew, but it was Octavia who took his story and hunted out the whole truth. Determined to find some way of saving her father and in the end finding only frustration.
“You know nothing about your grandmother!” Paimon snapped.
“I know you were so busy making bastards that you didn’t realize what had happened until she already died! And you knew, you monster, the curse that would land on my dad because of it! That’s why you married him off so quickly, why you wanted heirs so badly! You knew you fucked up!”
“What was my mother and I to you?” Stolas demanded, his voice watery but loud. “Just a means to an end? An amusement?! An experiment to see if it was all true? Tell me!! You owe me!!”
“I owe you nothing!” He struck Octavia with the full brunt of his own powers, which sent her flying back.
Loona immediately ran to catch her, rolling on the ground, taking the brunt of impact.
“Loonie!” Blitz ran to their side, covered their front and drew his gun from his coat, ready to guard his girls.
Paimon flew to attack his son who stood ready to defend himself.
Asha whipped out her gun and before the Goetia king could attack, she fired. The bullet shot right through his hand, killing whatever magic was about to flair out of it.
Shocked by the pain, Paimon stopped in his tracks and watched the dark blood gush out from the wound that wasn’t automatically healing. Stolas immediately took the opportunity and threw his father clear out the mansion with all the rage-fueled dark magic he had. He tumbled down the stairs until he reached the driveway.
“I will….” He stumbled back up to his feet, clutching his wounded hand. “….Put you in your place….You disgrace…you idiot! I will bring you to court for this!”
Stolas stood tall at the foot of the stairs as he stared down at his father. “You can try, but you will find that my family has more power than a mere Goetian king.”
With that he turned and slammed the doors firmly shut.
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A quick check revealed no damage done, which was a relief to them all.
Blitz, refusing to let the asshole spoil the day, insisted they continue with the meal and they all settled down to enjoy themselves once more.
Octavia, however, was a little morose. Stolas saw it and reached out to clasp his child’s hand.
“What is it, my owlet?”
She sighed, not wanting to put a damper on the meal, but blurted out. “That he had the nerve to come here and make demands.” She clutched her father’s hand tight. “But now I wish instead of throwing him out that I had tied him up and made him tell us the truth of your curse…I just…” She shut her eyes. “….if I could cure you…”
“Oh my dearest…If anyone could cure me it would be you.” Stolas said, leaning over to kiss her forehead.
Loona brushed her sister’s long feathers back. “You’ve been looking for years. No one here can’t say you haven’t put everything into finding a way, V.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, we all appreciate it. We do.” Blitz assured, giving Stolas a bittersweet look.
Stolas smiled back, understanding. The length of their lives together was still a mystery but the couple had long decided not to dwell on the end, especially since the sweetness of their love only continued to ripen with each passing day.
Asha snorted. “We’ll be fine, and besides, we don’t need that old bastard here, spoiling our family.”
“Exactly!” Stolas agreed with a firm nod. “Let’s enjoy yourselves to the fullest.”
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Paimon went away to lick his wounds before seeking a trial to bring Stella back from exile, undo the union between Stolas and Blitz, and punish the half-breed Asha for wielding a weapon made of angelic steel against him.
Satan listened to his petition while using his weight machine and gave him a casual response.
“No, I don’t think so.” He grunted, pushing the bar with practiced ease.
Paimon was stunned. “But Sire…these are serious charges that I’m bringing! I demand they be brought to trial!”
“Paimon, do you know it’s been over thirty years since that whole shit went down? Do you know what happened to the last Goetia prick that tried to bring them to trial? He got ripped apart by three Sins with Lucifer’s blessing and he’s currently residing in his palace without a single friend in all of Hell.”
“That stupid marquis acted out of sheer selfishness! I want to restore the reputation of the Ars Goetia that has been stained by the inclusions of these…”
“Paimon,” Satan said in a slightly raised tone that immediately silenced the king, “I suggest you be careful with your wording. This family has powerful allies.”
“Allies?”
Satan set his weights down and sat up, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off, “Mm, the Goetia have long accepted the family, so turning them against them would be difficult, especially with Prince Vassago and Duke Saleos by their side. Lust and Gluttony consider the family kin and Lucifer loves the red star as if he bore her himself.”
Paimon was stunned. “By what manner did my son and that imp garner such affection??”
The Sin shrugged. “You’ve been on Earth for so long, dutifully bringing more to our flock and I am grateful for your service, Paimon, but I advise you, give up this fight, you won’t win.”
He couldn’t believe it, “But Sire!”
Satan suddenly grabbed his injured hand and pressed his thumb hard against the wound. Gritting his teeth, the king nearly bowed with the pain as Wrath’s searing heat worsened it.
“You said it was Asha who gave you the wound, right?” A slow smile spread over the Sin’s lips. He could imagine it, her tall, lean frame, moving with a quickness to strike against the enemy. Her eyes sharp and focused on her target, the gun perfect in her grip as she fired her shot. No fear, no hesitation, every inch the warrior. What a woman, he thought.
“Since you have been so loyal to the cause, I will give you a warning. Stay clear and far from your son’s family, especially the Red Star.” His eyes bore down hard. “She has the loyalty of the Morningstars, among others and you don’t want to trifle with the Sins, unless you want to share Prince Andrealphus’ sorry fate.”
Paimon bit back the whimper when his master finally released him. He fought back the urge to cradle his hand and after taking a moment to compose himself, he bowed at the Sin. “I understand, Sire. I will heed your advice.”
“Good man.”