Stolas: 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 we can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears.
Octavia: Daddy, can we go see it someday?
Stolas: Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.
Octavia: Good night!
She turns and wiggles and giggles in her bed.
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Scene shifts to present Octavia, still looking happy; she's circling a drawing on a calendar of her face, Stolas' face, and a meteor shower. The starfall is "today". She hops down a hallway putting on her boot.
Octavia: Hey, dad!
She looks in her kitchen and around the manor, but he isn't there.
Octavia: Dad? Dad?
She sees an open foyer door, we hear Stolas' voice coming through it.
Stolas: Yes, I know!
Stolas was out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in his other hand. Imps are loading items into a van.
Stolas: It will be there, shortly. Of course they're being careful!
Octavia: Dad, what's going on?
Stolas: Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions--
Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks.
Stolas: What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- Yes, Stella!
Stella: *through the phone* --never have to see your fucking face again!
Octavia: Dad?
Stella: Everyone-
She continues to yell incomprehensibly.
Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?
Stolas: What? Oh. I hardly think so. Knowing your mother, this will take all weekend.
He turns to the imps loading the car.
Stolas: Don't be gentle about it, now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there.
Stella: What?! What did you just tell them to do?!
Octavia: But, tonight was supposed to-
Stolas: Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H.
Stella: The fuck do you mean-
More incomprehensible yelling is heard from Stella's end.
Stolas: Well, how was I supposed to know you can spell?! I've never seen you read!
Stella: I'm going to take everything! Everything you own!
Out of frustration, Octavia slams the door and yells she rips up the calendar page, angrily topples her telescope over, and grabs a bag with her things and leaves the mansion.
YOU ARE READING
Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)
AdventureBlitz, a classic demon Imp, sets out to run his own small assassin business with his weapons specialist Moxxie, his bruiser Millie, and his receptionist hellhound Loona. Together, they attempt to survive each other while running a start-up in Hell.
