The Prince is Mine (Stolitz)

15. Lesson Learned

A/N:NOT ME NEGLECTING YALL🥺 BCUZ THIS OZZIE X MAMMON RP IM DOING IS BEAUTIFUL-

Blitzø along with his friends and family, made a little visit to Strikers cabin. They wanted to see the outcome of a wound that nasty. But above anything, Striker made sure Octavia was okay.

Moxxie knocked on the door to Strikers cabin and stood there.

Striker opened the door and looked at the imps, unimpressed. "What do you want?"

"Sorry to bother you, sir. We're looking for-"

Blitzø pushed Moxxie aside. "Where the fuck is Stolas?! Move!" He pushed past Striker and looked throughout the house. He finally saw Stolas laying on a bed, covered in bandages. He was incredibly pale. "Stolas! You're okay!"

Striker just leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Aww, my birdy is so cold. Why aren't you warming him up?" Blitzø turned to look at the cowboy.

"Because he's dead."

Moxxie, Millie and even Loona gasped in shock.

Blitzø, however...felt like someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. "...n-no...he's not...he's not dead he-"

"He didn't have his magic and he's so thin, so nothing was protecting him from bleeding out quickly." Striker said.

Blitzø looked at the owls lifeless face. "S-Stolas...what have I done.."

"Go ahead and blame yourself." Striker said.

Loona stepped up. "Watch it. That's my dad."

"Your dad kidnapped another girls dad multiple times, abused him, then killed him. Don't defend him. Let him suffer the same way he let Stolas and his family." Striker said.

Loona slowly stepped back in defeat. She couldn't say anything because it was the bitter truth. All Octavia had was Stolas and now he's gone.

Blitzø broke into tears, hugging the deceased prince. "I'm so sorry...I stripped you of everything...took your from your family...I manipulated you to stay with me...I was just so desperate for love that I killed the only person that showed love to me...I was a terrible lover...terrible...you didn't deserve any of the shit I put you through." His hand gently brushed the side of the cold feathers. "I was awful to you. I took advantage of your vulnerability. I treated you like a dog when I should have been treating you like the prince you are...my prince...my beautiful...intelligent...wise...perfect prince...I killed my heart.. I killed him...Stolas..." The imp climbed on the owl and laid on his lifeless body, crying his heart out.

Striker took a step up. "Blitz, man up and look at me."

Blitzø looked up with tears still pouring out of his eyes.

"That prince loved you and you let your jealousy and anger get the best of you. You SHOULD be fucking devastated. You pulled the trigger, you killed him. You promised Octavia you'd care for and love her father, only to kill him behind her back. What do you have to say for yourself?" Striker crossed his arms like a disappointed father.

Blitzø was a sobbing mess. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I-I-I-"

"Ah, stop your crying. I think he learned his lesson, Stolas." Striker said.

Stolas suddenly opened his eyes.

Blitzø looked over to the owls eyes. "S-Stolas..?"

"Hi Blitz."

Blitzø looked at Striker in confusion as Octavia came up beside him. "I-I don't understand...w-"

"Striker witnessed first hand how you really treat dad, so he improvised a little plan to teach you a lesson about the words that leave your mouth."

Blitzø looked around. "B-but I-"

Striker leaned against the wall. "You degrade him, stripped his magic, took him from his home more than once, threatened his life as well as his innocent daughter. When Stolas stayed with me last night, he kept nervously watching the window saying that you were going to be extremely angry if he wasn't in the house soon. That's how I knew something wasn't right. Why would a Goetia be so afraid of some little imp? Made sense. Poor thing is powerless. He feels trapped with you, Blitz. He gets shit from home, so why should he stay with you and get treated worse?"

Blitzø just sobbed louder and hugged the prince. "I-I never meant anything I said...I-I never meant to hurt him, I just...I didn't want to be alone, I...I love him, I...I-"

"Stop it. Stop that crying and talk to me for a second." Striker pulled Blitzø off of Stolas and pulled the sobbing imp outside. He leaned down in front of him and lifted his face to meet his. "Look at me, Blitz."

Blitzø sniffed and looked at the cowboy.

"You have a good heart, man. But you are one broken and angry soul. I know you love Stolas, but I can't allow you near him or Octavia until you learn to control your anger. For his safety, and no. We won't have sex or kiss. I'm just going to let him recover here and when he's ready, he can go back. Okay?"

Blitzø looked at him, he could see the honesty in the cowboys eyes. He just nodded in agreement. "Please...please let him know that I love him...and that I'm so sorry..."

Striker chuckled. "Y'all are some sappy fuckers, damn. But yeah man. I will."

Blitzø smiled a little. "Thanks Striker."

Striker tilted his hat. "Don't mention it."

"Guys, come on!" Blitzø shouted. "I've got some work to do."

Striker allowed them to run out of his cabin before he walked back in and closed the door.

Stolas sighed and moved his head to the side.

"You can leave whenever you're ready." Striker said.

"I might...be here for a while..." Stolas frowned.