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Chapter One: What is this feeling?
Summary: When things fall into place they don't always fall the way we would like them we have to find a way to make them.
Notes: I do not own Helluva Boss or any of Vivziepop's affiliated programs.
Summary: After being forced to leave the battle between him and that disgrace of a Goetia prince (or should he say 'former Goetia prince') Stolas and the rest of those filthy plebians Andrealphus wanted them to pay and how. Fortunately he knew of someone who shared equally in his loathing.
Chapter One: Mother knows best?
Notes: Takes place a month after the event of Sinsmas.
Walking down the now pristine icy halls of 'his' mansion Andrealphus made his way to the kitchen. As he arrived in the entrance way he was met with bored yet confused gaze of his sister.
"What is it now, Andrealphus?" Stella asked as she took a bite of cherry cheesecake into her mouth. "You've been in a rather pissy mood for quite a while now. Did one of your many statues not come out the way you like?" Signaling one of their newly acquired imp servants to fetch them some drinks she waved her brother over to a nearby chair.
Sighing as he pinched the bridge of his beak. "Stella, quick question who is in charge of Via's education in regards to her formal introduction to Goetia society?"
Taking a sip of her tea before waving the female imp maid off. "I left those things up to Stolas. Why do you ask?
Nodding as he conjured some ice for his tea Andrealphus took a sip before smiling. "I see. Dear sister do you pay any attention to the way your daughter's been behaving or perhaps the way she chooses to dress?"
Shrugging her shoulders as she she took a another bite of cake. "Yes and again I left all that to Stolas. Besides what does it matter to you."
Dragging a hand down his face before smiling. "Stella, my beautiful, vibrant sister. Octavia is your daughter. She is your heir and yet you barely show any interest in the manner in which she's been raised."
Raising a brow. "Again like I said I left all that boring stuff for Stolas to handle. Besides she turned out halfway decent."
Nodding. "Decent is one way to put it but because of your former husband's oh to put it in better words 'Deviant behavior" Octavia has become something of a delinquent herself as a result. Not to mention she's becoming a borderline recluse. I mean just look at her taste in clothing, her disturbing hobbies and that atrocious music she fills her head with all day. All because of her father's negligence in properly raising her as a Goetia heir."
"And what are you suggesting I do about it?" The female Peahen-demon asked with a raised brow. "Besides whenever I would try to expose her to the proper hobbies of a young lady and the right social circles she would always sneak off to her father's side and he let her do whatever she wanted. Besides she'll be 18 soon what does it matter."
"Oh my beautiful yet vacuous vixen."
Rising from his seat the Marques conjured and created two ice sculptures of his niece: One of how she currently was: dressed in her normal attire with an bored scowl on her face and the other: dressed in beautiful and formal gown with her crown affixed properly on her head.
Eyeing the statues Stella rose to her feet and approached them. Circling the two sculptures before turning to her brother with a curious smile. "Okay Andrealphus what are you suggesting?"
"Nothing much," The marques said with a smirk. If all went according to plan he and Stella could properly shape and mold Octavia into what a proper young Goetia heir was supposed to be. "Just what your daughter, my niece is and what she has a chance to be."
Studying the two sculptures her pink eyes noticing the details her brother put into the each sculpture specifically the second one before a small smirk made it's way to her face.
While she did love her daughter the way she was behaving was tiresome and it was all because of that 'imp-sucking whore of ex. Husband! Thinking about it she really should have done more to make sure Octavia turned out appropriate member of society instead allowing that weak disgrace of a man to influence her.
Sensing his sister's tension Andrealphus reached out and placed his hand on her shoulders. "It's not to late my sweet vixen." Andrealphus stated as he circled the two sculptures. "You can still be the mother and guide your daughter needs and deep down desires in her life. You can still provide her with guidance and I will be here to help you every step of the way."
"Well while that all sounds great Andrealphus there's one problem?"
"And what's that Stella?"
"She's almost 18 you idiot!" The grey-white peahen demon yelled. "Once that happens I can't can force her to stay with me willing! She'll be an fucking adult by then!"
His smile growing as his calculating icy blue eyes met his sister's burning pink ones. "Oh Stella, so beautiful and yet so short-sighted when it comes to the big-picture."
Glaring at the other as she spoke. "What exactly does that mean Andrealphus?"
A sly smile made it's way to his face as the marquis spoke. "What if I said their was a way you could while I handled my darling niece's formal education and training until the courts deemed she was 'mentally and emotionally fit'. What would you say?"
Sighing Stella went back to her seat before grabbing her cup and taking a sip of her tea as a cruel smile painted itself on her lips. "Know you know there's nothing wrong with Octavia's mental state."
Nodding. "True but that doesn't mean she doesn't need our help especially yours as her mother."
Taping her finger to lips as she took a quick swallow from her drink. "You know whatever scheme you're planning will most likely hurt Stolas if we go through with it right?"
"Indeed. So here's the plan: You and I will head down to the courts for a private hearing. There we will plead our case and ask the courts to grant you a conservatorship over Octavia for her wellbeing for the foreseeable future."
"And how am I supposed to convince the courts that my daughter needs one it?"
Approaching his sister as he placed a hand on her cheek. "You need not worry about that Stella. I will see to it that part is taken care of and Octavia stays in our care."
Taking one last gaze at the sculptures before turning to her brother and smiling. "We really are awful for doing this aren't we?"
Lightly chuckling as he opened a portal to the courthouse entrance. "Indeed we are." As they both stepped through together.
Meanwhile at I.M.P headquarters
A stack of organized folders were arranged neatly in a tray. Behind a whiteboard a list of future kills and which team member were assigned to them. At a desk sat a tall owl demon filling out different paperwork for the assassination company when he was joined by his boyfriend/lover (though he suppose in this case employer would be a more appropriate title).
"Good Evening, Blitz." Greeted Stolas with a tired smile as he place a form in a nearby tray. "Just finishing up a few things here then I'll be ready to head home."
Nodding before turning to the owl. "You know you really are gettin' the hang of this whole secretary thing, Stolas." Said Blitz with a small reassuring smile as he stood next to the Goetia Prince (technically former Goetia). "Keep up the good work."
Nodding as a light blush made it's way to his face. "Thank you, Blitz. After these past months it feels good being able to do something right. To be able to do something through my own work and merits."
Nodding in agreement before clapping his hands together. "Uh-huh. Well I think you've worked hard enough. Let's go home!" Grabbing a confused Stolas by the hand the harlequin imp pulled him from behind the desk he was occupying and towards the door.
"Blitz, I still have some more work to finish!"
"Stolas, you have been working extra hard and I appreciate that but," Taking a breath before continuing. "I know you've tried calling Via between breaks and I know you check her sinstagram page. Any thing good lately?" His voice hopeful as he looked into the other's red eyes.
Sighing as he eyed the couch before walking over to it and slumping down. Blitz taking a spot next to him gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Seeing this he smiled though it never met his eyes.
"Every time I call her just to tell her how sorry I am. I call to tell her how much her father loves her and if I could have done a better job-' Shaking his head as he spoke. "I should have done a better job. I should have explained why I did the things I did I just didn't know how-" His voice starting to crack as he trembled thinking about each call, each voicemail he left he had made over the past month and the cold silence he had received. "But each time I get the same thing in the end."
"I'm sorry Stolas." Said Blitz as his yellow eyes drifted down to the floor. "I am sorry for everything that I've costed you." Sighing sadly as he took a breath. "If it wasn't for me you and Via would be together and you still have your powers and you wouldn't be dealing with all of this."
Shaking his head vigorously before pulling his beloved into his arms. "You have nothing to blame yourself for Blitz." Gently tracing a finger along his lover's horns. "Every decision I made, every choice was all on me. It was my choice to save you all back then and I have absolutely no regrets about it."
Nodding before rising to his feet pulling the taller demon up with him. "You know everything gonna work out right?"
"What makes you so sure, Blitz?"
"Because after every single screwup in my life and believe me I have plenty. I know things can and will eventually turn out okay in the end. You just have to hold on to that and hold on to the fact that your daughter does love you. She just needs some time after everything that's happened. She'll pickup the phone when she's ready and until then you and I can work together to be the best fathers' our daughters need us to be 'kay?"
"How did I get so lucky?" Stolas softly chuckled as he wiped a fallen tear from his eyes before taking the other's hand. "Thank you Blitz."
"Anytime. Now come on let's go home." Looking back at the office as they headed out the door and down towards the parking lot.
Climbing into the passenger seat (Blitz reminding himself to invest in a vehicle made for 'tall fucking demons' before climbing into the driver's seat. "So do you want to order takeout when we get home, or we can watch a movie you can pick whatever we watch."
Nodding as he watched several cars pass them along. Unaware of the devious machinations being made.
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