In Hell, imp Blitzo runs an assassin business targeting the world of the living, using a spell book borrowed from a prince of Hell. With employees Moxxie, Millie, Loona, a cambion named Noah attempt to survive each other while keeping business afloa...
Scene shifts to present Octavia, looking happy; she's circling a drawing on a calendar of her face, Stolas' face, and a meteor shower. But this wasn't just any meteor shower.
It was called Azathoth's tears. You see, In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall. Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. What appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower, demons like Stolas can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears. Ever since Octavia was told of this as an child by her father, she had dreamt that she and her father would see such a various celestial phenomenon. That phenomenon was "today".
After waking up and getting dressed, she makes her way down the hallway.
"Hey, dad!" Octavia called out, peeking into the kitchen. Only to find he wasn't there. She began to search. Ultimately, she sees an open foyer door, and she heard Stolas' voice coming through it.
Speaking of Stolas, he was out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in his other hand while many imps are loading items into a van.
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"It will be there, shortly." Stolas told Stella through the phone, groaning in disinterest. "Of course they're being careful!"
"Dad, what's going on?" Stella asked, earning her father's attention.
"Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions..." Stolas retorted, Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks. "What? No! I'm not turning her against you... Yes, Stella!"
"Dad?" Stella spoke. "This is going to be done before tonight, right?"
"What?" Stolas asked. "Oh. I hardly think so. Knowing your mother, this will take all weekend." Stolas glances to the imps loading the car. "Don't be gentle about it, now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there."
"What?!" Stella seethed through the other line. "What did you just tell them to do?!"
'"But, tonight was supposed to..." Onctavia interjected.
"Darling, can we not talk about this now?" Stolas interrupted. "Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H."
"The fuck do you mean..." Stella growled angrily while the rest of her rant became .ore incomprehensible.
