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Of course suggesting Blitz move in so soon was far too fast but Stolas couldn’t find it in himself to care. He had been trying to be better at asking for what he wanted and dear Satan, he wanted. It was fine that Blitz turned him down because they still had so much to work on, so much to learn about one another and perhaps Stolas was a little over eager.

“You may have an entire closet darling, or a room, or a wing. What’s is mine is yours, I will take what I can get.” Maybe that sounded pathetic but he would take any ounce Blitz was willing to offer.

Somehow, this felt like a dream, having Blitz in his bed, kissing him, hands roaming his body, promising so much that Stolas had longed to hear. How had it come to this? How did he deserve any of it? Blitz was his? It was incomprehensible.

“Blitz, I have been yours since the day I saw you at the circus.” It was true, he had thought of nothing else, no one else. While growing up, he had often wondered what had become of Blitzo, where he was, if he had been with anyone else. But ever since the imp came back into his life, Stolas knew he was gone. Done in. Devoted. Enthralled.

It was said owls only mated once and by Lucifer, this imp was his, whether he liked it or not. “You are mine…my mate.” He whispered in awe, wrapping his body tightly around the imps as he lay on top of him, burying his face in Blitz’s neck. “I love you so very much.” He whispered, in awe he was allowed to hold the other like this. He would never let go again.

If Stolas didn’t know otherwise, he would have assumed that he had woken up that morning in Heaven. The man he had loved for so long was in his arms, pinning him to his bed and had just confessed everything he had longed to hear. Surly, life could not get any better than this.

Stolas ran his talons along the back of Blitz’s thighs and up his back, caressing tenderly, loving each moment he was allowed to touch the imp. He pressed gently on the back of Blitz’s head, bringing the imp into a passionate kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Stolas said in between kisses, each one more tender and loving than the last. He would spend every day worshiping the imp, making sure he knew he was loved and cherished.

Perhaps they had gotten it wrong. This could not be the Hell of fables and tales, this had to be something else. How else could Stolas be so beyond happy?

He pulled back and looked up at the imp, caressing his face, “Does that mean…are you moving in?” He realized he had never asked, not officially but he would love nothing more. “Loon could live here too! If she would like?”

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Stolas was terribly worried but keeping himself busy helped keep his hands steady, for the most part. He had no idea what they were going to do in the long run but his primary goal was to keep Blitz safe and he would do anything to ensure that. So he started simple, dinner was tangible, something they needed regardless.

The prince blinked in surprise as Blitz came out in just a towel but he didn’t comment on the state of undress, this was not the time or the place. Stolas ran his hands down the imps horns adoringly as he was hugged and nuzzled, grateful for the affection though he should be the one comforting Blitz right now.

“Yes, I thought you may be hungry. If not, it will keep but I will rest better knowing you ate something.” He shoved the glass of whisky forward as well, “I thought maybe you would want to take the edge off a bit. There’s nothing to mix it with but, it will have to do.”

Stolas shuddered as he took a sip himself, the burn was a nice distraction from the relentless thoughts and worries in his head. He tucked in to his soup though he was hardly hungry, hoping doing something normal and domestic would calm them both. There was time to come up with a plan later.

“I put up wards while you were showing, they won’t be able to find us here.” Whoever they were.

“Oh, of course not. There is a restroom right through the bedroom.” He brought the imp into the bedroom and through the connecting bathroom, pulling out a towel from the cabinet and setting it aside for him. He turned on the water, trying to make it easier for Blitz. He ran a hand down his horns before leaving the imp to wash.

He found a pot and opened the cans, pouring the contents into the pot and turning on the burner. He stirred it occasionally, waiting for it to boil as the instructions stated. He was going to take care of Blitz as best he could, wanting to help.

When the soup was done, he set it aside and began to put up wards around the cabin, he stepped outside as well, making sure no one would come across their hideout. He was pretty sure no one would find them but he wouldn’t leave it up to chance. They were many miles from any civilization but he would protect Blitz until the end of his days.

When he was done with the wards, he went back inside, dishing out the soup and placing it at the dining table, waiting for Blitz to finish showering. He found some alcohol shoved back in a cabinet and poured them each a bit though there was nothing to dilute or mix it with, he figured it would help to take the edge off of their stressful day.

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*Bleps at Stolas* :Þ

That reminds me of my darling Blitzy ❤️

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Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

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I have been banish-ed.

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Where, she asked. That was a fine question. All of Hell hated him by his own design, he had been locked away in Blitzø’s apartment for days because he couldn’t risk being spotted by the public. Blitzø assured him that it would die down and people would forget but Stolas was cautious and he didn’t want Octavia to become a target either. He also didn’t have his magic so he wouldn’t be able to portal himself but she could come there? Perhaps it wasn’t the best situation but he could make sure they were alone while Blitzø and Loona were at work.

Can you please come to Blitzø’s apartment while he and Loona are at work tomorrow?

He sent the address along as well, hoping she would agree. Octavia was often on Sinstagram, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had seen the hate targeted to him by Hellborn currently. He was so desperate to see her however, he would traverse the public if he truly had to.

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The trial had been horrible, Stolas had lost everything in his life in one fell swoop. His palace, his magic, his money, his legions. All of it gone for the exchange of the life of the man he loved. He didn’t regret it, as much as he was struggling to process it all, there was no regret but the most alarming bit of all, was that Octavia would be permanently in the hands of her mother. Stella would corrupt her, Stolas had no doubt and it horrified him.

He hadn’t heard from his daughter in some time and seeing Blitzø and his wonderful relationship with his own daughter made him miss Via all the more. He was so tired of the radio silence between them, it was time to reach out, even if she didn’t answer, at least she would know he was thinking of her.

Stolas decided to send her a text, hoping she would reply:

Hello my darling Via. I hope you are well. I miss you terribly and would like to see you soon. I love you so very much Starfire.

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The adults sat on the other side of the room, leaving Andrealphus and Stolas alone on the opposite side to have tea and sandwiches. Stolas made his tea, awkwardly quiet and not sure what to say to the Marquis. He was rather intimidated if he were being honest. It had been quite a few years since he had seen a picture of Andrealphus but he had grown up to be so very beautiful. Which also intimidated him.

Stolas looked up at the Marquis under his lashes, trying desperately to think of what to say. “So…Andrealphus…we are betrothed…” Idiot. What a stupid thing to say, of course he knew that!

“What do you, um…what do you do for fun?” He had to get to know his future husband right? Would they even be spending much time together?

He had been informed by Paimon that there would be a precautionary heir still though neither of them could carry it, a surrogate would be assigned upon their marriage. That scared him beyond belief, he wasn’t near close to wanting to have a child or to father one at that. This whole situation was beyond horrible.

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Stolas was told as a child that he was engaged to the Marquis Andrealphus. He had never met the peacock before but from the picture he was shown, he looked rather mean and unhappy. Stolas cried, he had always imagined that if he got married it would be for love and not out of obligation. He was told that they had to secure blood lines and that their families tied together would be beyond powerful. There was nothing to be done.

The prince grew up, a lonely isolated boy into an even lonelier and angry teenager. When he was 16, Stolas had reached a point where he hated everything. His father, his life, his responsibilities, everything was loathsome. It was on his 16th birthday when he was to meet his betrothed for the first time and he was dreading it. He dressed in all black like he was attending a funeral but to him, it was in a sense. The end of the rest of his life, bound to someone he didn’t even know. In two years time they would be forced to be married and it made him sick.

Stolas stood out front of the palace with his father standing behind him, a scowl on his face as they awaited for the Marquis to arrive where they would be forced to spend the day together. Stolas was so ready to hate him, to spend the entire day ignoring his existence but when a car pulled up and the Marquis stepped out, he faltered.

The peacock was beautiful. He was ethereal and Stolas’ eyes widened as he approached them. He faltered before remembering to hold out his hand in greeting. His instinct was to bow but he had learned the hard way not to do that in front of his father.

“H-Hello. I’m Stolas.” He blushed a bit as he stumbled over his words, the beauty of the peacock made him incredibly nervous. When introductions were over, they were escorted inside for tea. Stolas had no idea how he was going to get through the day. He was supposed to marry that? Stolas could hardly compare, the Marquis must be embarrassed to even be seen around him! Stolas barely suppressed a groan as he busied himself making tea.

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“Would you…buy something for me? I will pay you back when I have the money.” He knew it was desperate but he had to try.

*Moxxie knocks on the guest room door in Blitz’s apartment*

“Hello, your-”

*He stops himself, unsure whether to use Stolas’ title or not. He decides not to.*

“Ahem, well, um. Stolas. Someone left something for you. I’ll just leave it by the door if you’d like.”

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Stolas poked his head through the door, feathers strewn all about, looking haggard and exhausted. He reached out to grab whatever it was, not bothering with a greeting to the imp. He knew he looked like shit but he wasn’t quite up to socializing. “What is it?” His voice was gruff from disuse.

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Stolas had fretted over the text he sent to Via. While Blitzø was at work, he was constantly checking to see if Octavia had replied. He caught the three little dots pop up occasionally but his sorrow only increased every time they disappeared with no reply. He understood that she was upset with him but nothing he had done was malicious. He never intended to hurt her while he decided to leave the abuse he faced every day in the hands of his ex-wife. He only hoped that Stella wasn’t inflicting the same abuse on their daughter, he couldn’t be held responsible for what he would do if that were the case.

Stolas had been dozing on the couch, depression the worst it had been in some time when his phone pinged. He picked it up, thinking it was Blitzø checking in when he saw it was in fact from Octavia. He quickly opened the text only to falter, all blood draining from his face. Why did she think that? It was patently untrue. Of course he loved Blitzø but it was impossible to love anyone the way he loved Octavia.

Starfire, that’s not true. You mean the world to me, I would burn it all down for you. It makes me incredibly sad that you think that but I would like to prove otherwise. Can we meet soon? Please darling.

Starter for: @starfire-via

The trial had been horrible, Stolas had lost everything in his life in one fell swoop. His palace, his magic, his money, his legions. All of it gone for the exchange of the life of the man he loved. He didn’t regret it, as much as he was struggling to process it all, there was no regret but the most alarming bit of all, was that Octavia would be permanently in the hands of her mother. Stella would corrupt her, Stolas had no doubt and it horrified him.

He hadn’t heard from his daughter in some time and seeing Blitzø and his wonderful relationship with his own daughter made him miss Via all the more. He was so tired of the radio silence between them, it was time to reach out, even if she didn’t answer, at least she would know he was thinking of her.

Stolas decided to send her a text, hoping she would reply:

Hello my darling Via. I hope you are well. I miss you terribly and would like to see you soon. I love you so very much Starfire.

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Sighhhhh…

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Everyone, run! Dynamite Anton has returned to hell! He's going to blow everything to peices!

Who in Lucifer’s Hell is Dynamite Anton?

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Starter for: @starfire-via

The trial had been horrible, Stolas had lost everything in his life in one fell swoop. His palace, his magic, his money, his legions. All of it gone for the exchange of the life of the man he loved. He didn’t regret it, as much as he was struggling to process it all, there was no regret but the most alarming bit of all, was that Octavia would be permanently in the hands of her mother. Stella would corrupt her, Stolas had no doubt and it horrified him.

He hadn’t heard from his daughter in some time and seeing Blitzø and his wonderful relationship with his own daughter made him miss Via all the more. He was so tired of the radio silence between them, it was time to reach out, even if she didn’t answer, at least she would know he was thinking of her.

Stolas decided to send her a text, hoping she would reply:

Hello my darling Via. I hope you are well. I miss you terribly and would like to see you soon. I love you so very much Starfire.

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Hey Stolas...how are you holding up? :(

I am…as good as can be expected, I suppose. Blitzø has been so wonderful and caring, I truly don’t know what I would do without him. It has been rather difficult to see my name raked through the mud but needs must. Thank you for asking my dear.

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Stolas hurried back towards where Guss was yelling, “What in Heaven’s name is it?!” He saw the glow from under the door and frowned, stepping closer and flinging open the door to face whatever it was that had the sinner so afraid.

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It is late in the morning. As the first rays of infernal light beam in through the cracks in the blinded Windows, The rest of the room becomes illuminated and clear. This wasn’t Stolas study mind you. This was somewhere completely different. A fancy hotel apartment if one was to make a wild guess. And from the looks of the yellow sky outside. It would be orettt safe to assume that this wasn’t in the pride ring anymore either.

The whole apartment was a damn mess, Like a bomb had exploded within it's walls. Bottles and empty cans had been tossed around everywhere. Along with items that had no business being in there in the first place. Such as a large rubber flamingo and an extensive looking statue of a famous succubi, That had been mumified crudely in toilet paper. These were items that had most likely been snatched from somewhere outside the hotel.

If one was to look in the corner of the living room. They would see a large pile of empty beer cans stacked up high like a mountain. Along with a bunch of ghastly swear words graffitied on to the walls around it.

There were empty pizza boxes on the nearby kitchen table and some fool seemed to have spewed out the contents of their stomach all over the basin.

There is only one bedroom in this entire apartment. And that room had been completely reserved for a certain blue feathers Goetia. Who may or may not be awoken at this very moment.

What the hell had happened that night at the palace?!

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“Wait,” Stolas called out before the door closed. “Could you do me a favor?”

*Moxxie knocks on the guest room door in Blitz’s apartment*

“Hello, your-”

*He stops himself, unsure whether to use Stolas’ title or not. He decides not to.*

“Ahem, well, um. Stolas. Someone left something for you. I’ll just leave it by the door if you’d like.”

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Stolas poked his head through the door, feathers strewn all about, looking haggard and exhausted. He reached out to grab whatever it was, not bothering with a greeting to the imp. He knew he looked like shit but he wasn’t quite up to socializing. “What is it?” His voice was gruff from disuse.

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Stolas hummed and took the bottle out right away, uncorking it and taking a long drink from it. A little dribbled down his chin, he wiped it away and look down at the little imp. “Thanks.” He left the basket outside of the door and went to close it with the bottle in hand.

*Moxxie knocks on the guest room door in Blitz’s apartment*

“Hello, your-”

*He stops himself, unsure whether to use Stolas’ title or not. He decides not to.*

“Ahem, well, um. Stolas. Someone left something for you. I’ll just leave it by the door if you’d like.”

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Stolas poked his head through the door, feathers strewn all about, looking haggard and exhausted. He reached out to grab whatever it was, not bothering with a greeting to the imp. He knew he looked like shit but he wasn’t quite up to socializing. “What is it?” His voice was gruff from disuse.