I'm deciding on adding Blitzo's, Riva's, and Loona's reaction to Curly's snake form as Sir Pentious. Riva and Curly belong to Jamison1209. Megan belongs to DiscordantPrincess. The rest belong to Vivziepop. Not to worry, Octavia will be introduced in this chapter.
Chapter 1: Sir Pentious' Dilemma and Octavia
At first, Blitzo, Riva, and Loona were stunned to see Curly in his snake form. Loona texted Moxxie and Millie about the situation.
"Please, bring back my son," Riva, who was down on her knees, begged Alastor, "My poor son!" She broke down into sobs.
"Ah, ah, ah, not until he learns to love another and be loved in return," the radio demon replied, "He's brought this on himself and there's no undoing what's been done. I advise you to watch him closely and see what he does."
"He's been throwing things and thanks to you, you son of a bitch!" Blitzo snapped and Sir Pentious broke a vase, making him flinch.
"Do you want to be next, Blitz-O?" Alastor asked, pronouncing the imp's name as spelled.
"The 'O' is silent and YES, I'd rather join our son and Loony's adopted brother!" Blitzo retorted, "In fact, I'd rather be in his place, instead of him because I care about my family, damit!"
"Blitzo is right," Loona said, looking at her phone and then glaring at the enchanter, "He may be an asshole, but he's willing to sacrifice himself for his family and friends and do what's right. If you want to turn me into a snake or whatever, too, then go right ahead."
"Loony, no!" Blitzo protested, worried for his adopted hellhound daughter's safety.
"I'm agreeing with you, Blitzo," Loona assured him.
"Curly gets his attitude from me!" Blitzo told Alastor.
"I see," Alastor said with a grin, "It must run in the family. Like father, like son. I can turn you into a cobra, snake, or any creature, if you wish."
"Please do," Blitzo said, crossing his arms and looking away from him.
"Hmm...very well," said Alastor, "But I am willing to turn your son into his normal self as long as he finds someone to love and be loved in return." Gesturing to the rose, the radio demon added, "The rose shall bloom in ten years from this day."
"Blitzo, don't make a deal with him," Riva protested.
"The guy is crazy," Loona agreed.
Alastor smiled at the hellhound, unfazed by her remark.
Sir Pentious sighed and wept, exhausted from throwing vases. "This is all my fault," he said sadly.
"Alright, but I'm sure as hell not going to shake your hand, bitch," Blitzo objected.
"Fair enough," Alastor said, "When the flower blooms in ten years and if he and his someone click in their relationship by the time the last petal falls, he'll return to his imp-self. If not, he'll stay a snake forever."
Blitzo thought for a moment before answering, "Fine, we'll do what we can, but no tricks, I tell you! I'm not falling for that shit, nope!"
Riva smiled, seeing her husband boldly standing up to the radio demon himself.
"I don't joke about these things, Blitz-O," Alastor corrected.
Loona went to comfort Sir Pentious. "Cheer up, buddy," she said, wrapping an arm around him, "We'll make sure you'll get the love you need."
Sir Pentious sniffled. "But how?"
"I don't know, but there's still plenty of time. Maybe that special someone can walk right in the door or maybe we'll find that someone together."
Sir Pentious sighed again, finding there was no use in arguing with her, knowing she was right. He'd been exhausted from before. "Thank you, Loona." He hugged her.
Alastor was watching the two hugging in delight and a tad bit of sadness since his death separated him from his mother, who was a good cook. "Well, I'd better head home to make jambalaya, if you all want to come with me."
"Maybe another time," Riva said.
"But now, we'll have to deal with Sir Pentious, who is our son in his snake form," Blitzo said.
"Suit yourself," Alastor sighed, "I'll invite other demons to your home in case you're in need of assistance." With a snap of his fingers, he summoned Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Megan, Nifty, and Husk over to Blitzo's home.
"Why all this?" Blitzo asked.
"Just to help you take care of Sir Pentious, especially if you are all away. Ta-ta!" The radio demon snapped his fingers once again and in a flash he was gone.
"It's alright, son," Blitzo said, "The radio asshole is gone."
"I'm not your ssson, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Sir Pentious raged.
"Blitzo, I think it's best we leave him alone for a while," Riva told her husband.
"I agree," Blitzo said and went to his room to call Moxxie and Millie, whom he liked to bother.
...
In Moxxie's and Millie's home, the phone rang. "Mox, the phone's ringing," Millie said.
"If it's our boss, ignore him," Moxxie told her.
"But I can't let our phone go unanswered," Millie said, trying to reason with her husband, "It could be something important." She picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Mills, I got something important to tell you," Blitzo said.
Moxxie groaned.
"What is it, Blitzo?" Millie asked.
"My son was cursed by a radio asshole demon tonight and I'd like you and your husband to come over to see him."
"Alright, we'll be there."
Moxxie read his text message from Loona. "Oh, crumbs! Millie?"
"Yes, honey?"
"I was just reading a text from Loona."
Millie read Loona's text message from her phone.
"Millie, are you still there?" Blitzo asked.
"Yeah, we just noticed Loona's text message, regarding your son."
"Yeah, take it from Loony, herself. That's my girl!"
"We'll see you at your house."
"Done!" Blitzo said and hung up his phone, which he was careful not to break unlike the other times he broke his previous cell phones.
"Wow. Millie and Moxxie are coming?" Loona asked, wide-eyed.
…
Moxxie and Millie drove over to Blitzo's home, parked by the sidewalk in front of the entrance, and hopped out of their car. Moxxie was panicking over Blitzo's son's transformation. "Blitzo's son is a…" he panted.
"It's okay, Moxxie, it'll be fine." Millie knocked on Blitzo's door.
Blitzo answered it with a grin. "M and M, I'm glad you could make it."
"And we're glad to be here," Millie said with a wink.
Moxxie, on the other hand, was feeling troubled.
"What's wrong, Mox?" Blitzo asked.
Moxxie gestured towards Sir Pentious. "Sir, that's Sir Pentious."
"Yes, but he's my son."
Moxxie gasped. "He ate your SON?!"
"Oh, God, no, Mox, you slow baby dick prune!"
"Would you stop yelling, Blitzo?" Riva demanded, "We have company."
"He'ssss right, Moxxie," Sir Pentious said, "It's me, Curly, in thisss body."
Moxxie started to calm down a bit. "Curly? You look different."
"It's because I dismissed the damn radio demon, who offered me a single rose and I let my pride get the best of me just like my dad would."
"So, what do you have to do?"
Sir Pentious sighed. "I have to find true love and be loved in return before the last petal falls ten years from now. If I don't get one before the very last petal falls, I'll remain this...this horrible, ugly snake!" He sat down and sniffled with tears in his eyes.
"Cheer up, honey," Millie said, "You'll figure it out. You got plenty of years for this to happen."
"That's what my sister, Loona told me," Sir Pentious said.
"And she is right," Millie assured him, "Besides, there are plenty of people out there that might be looking for you. Who knows? We'll get through with this together."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"If you need us, we're all ears," Moxxie said, putting a hand around the snake's shoulder.
"Thanksss," Sir Pentious said.
"Anytime," Moxxie told him.
Ten years later in Pentagram City, Hell…
One morning, Octavia walked out of the house to get away from her parents' screaming, since she didn't want to be caught in it. She snuck a few Danish croissants into a bag for her to eat for breakfast and a cup of coffee. Last night for her was wonderful, though. She finished a fantasy book, which was in her handbag, wrapped around her shoulder. She ate one of the croissants and licked her fingers. Then she wiped her fingers with disinfectant wipes.
The sun made her feel good and thankful she didn't have to put up with her parents' arguments. She sighed with relief and sang:
Little town, it's a quiet village
Every day like the one before.
Little town full of little people
Waking up to say…
The townspeople of Pentagram City, Hell opened windows and doors as a greeting, shouting, "Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!"
The teenage owl grinned at those who greeted her.
There goes the inventor with his tray, like always.
The same old gadgets and inventions to sell.
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town…
"Good morning, Octavia," Wally Wackford greeted Octavia.
"Good morning, Wally Wackford," Octavia said.
"Where are you off to?"
"The bookshop," Octavia replied as she pulled out a book she borrowed from her handbag, "I've just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk, and an ogre…"
"That's nice," Wally Wackford said politely, though he wasn't interested in her love of reading. To Lyle Lipton and Loopty Goopty, he shouted, "Loopty! Lyle! The gadgets, hurry up!"
Octavia dismissively shrugged her shoulders and walked away. As she continued on her way to the bookshop, the demons of Hell started to gossip about her.
Old demon ladies:
Look, there she goes
The girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
A pig named Fat Nuggets was running from butchers, so Angel Dust went to fetch him back after scolding the butchers. "It's okay, Fat Nuggets," he assured him, "It's me!" Angel Dust motioned for him to come and comforted Fat Nuggets, who felt much more relieved that Angel Dust reprimanded the butchers who chased him and that his owner brought him back to his senses. "It's alright, Fat Nuggets, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Woman: Never part of any crowd.
Male haircutter: Cause her head's up on some cloud.
Townspeople: No denying she's a funny girl, that Octavia.
Then, Octavia, who finished her coffee, saw a taxi moving before her, so she called to the taxi and the cab driver stopped, letting her in. The male cab driver greeted a lady demon, who was walking.
Male demon cab driver:
Hello!
Demon lady walking:
Good day!
Male demon cab driver:
How is your family?
Another demon lady was buying meat from a butcher couple.
Demon lady purchasing meat:
Hello!
Male butcher:
Good day!
Demon lady purchasing meat:
How is your wife?
The male demon locked eyes with her, but his bland looking wife admonishingly hit him in the head with a rolling pin.
A distressed demon mother was carrying her babies, who cried in her arms, wanting attention.
Demon mother:
I need...six eggs!
The male hellhound selling pottery warned his customer that the glass vase he was about to buy was too expensive.
Hellhound pottery seller:
That's too expensive!
"Stop!" Octavia shouted to the cab driver once she saw her destination, which was the bookshop and paid him to show him kindness.
"Thank you, Miss," the cab driver said.
Octavia smiled at him and walked out of the cab as she resumed singing:
There must be more than this provincial life!
She went inside the bookstore and saw Mrs. Mayberry, who was sitting at her desk. "Ah, Octavia," she greeted. She enjoyed reading as much as Octavia had.
"Good morning," Octavia said, smiling warmly, "I've come to return the book I borrowed."
Mrs. Mayberry laughed. "Finished already?"
"Oh, I couldn't put it down," Octavia replied as she returned the book, "Have you got anything new?" She browsed through the shelves looking for a book.
Mrs. Mayberry shook her head with a chuckle. "Not since yesterday."
"That's alright." Then the teenage owl princess saw a book that caught her interest. "I'll borrow… this one!" She picked out the dark purple book and handed it to Mrs. Mayberry, who adjusted her glasses in astonishment.
"That one? But you've read it twice!" Mrs. Mayberry recalled.
"Well, it's my favorite!" Octavia declared dreamily as she slid along with the bookshelf ladder as if on a ship. "Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!"
Mrs. Mayberry couldn't help but giggle at the owl's enthusiasm and grin. "If you like it all that much, it's yours." She gave her the purple book Octavia enjoyed as she escorted her out of the shop.
"But Mayberry!"
"I insist!" Mrs. Mayberry winked.
"Well, thank you. Thank you very much!" Octavia said gratefully as she continued to stroll in town and began to read her book. Her father was right on one thing, being part of the Goetia family was valuable, even though they don't have as many admirers. Three male demons watched her go as they gossiped.
Trio of male demons:
Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar.
Octavia ignored them and jumped rope with some kids. She patted one little demon girl on the head as she continued walking.
Trio of male demons:
I wonder if she's feeling well?
A hellhound lady was pouring water down from a bucket down the drain. Luckily, Octavia used her free hand to push the hanging sign before she got wet.
Demon women:
With a dreamy, far-off look…
Demon men:
And her nose stuck in a book!
Hellish townsfolk:
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Octavia!
Octavia came to a fountain to sit down and read. Sheep were nearby and she pet one to feel his wool.
Oh, isn't this amazing?
It's my fav'rite part because, you'll see…
She showed one sheep a page of her favorite scene before he took a nibble at one corner.
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him, 'til chapter three!
Suddenly, a male demon sheep herder chased the sheep away, making Octavia leave her spot. More demons, including a haircutter and his female customer, who happened to be bald and covering it with her hat, gossiped.
Lady demon customer:
Now it's no wonder that her name means, 'beauty'
Her looks have got no parallel!
The haircutter agreed with her, much to Octavia's surprise.
Haircutter:
But behind that fair façade,
I'm afraid that bitch is rather odd.
Very different from the rest of us.
As Hellish villagers were emptying a cart of flour, Octavia walked over it, with her nose stuck in her book. As she hopped off the cart, the other side ended up hitting one villager under the chin, making him fall.
Hellish villagers:
She's nothing like the rest of us!
Yes, different from the rest of us is Octavia!
…
In the sky, were flying bats. A gunshot was heard, shooting one of the bats. Vox, a TV head demon, almost caught one, but missed, so he threw the dead bat in the bag. He dragged it to his master, Valentino, who stood in the shade.
"Wow, you didn't miss a damn shot, Valentino!" Vox complimented, "You're the greatest hunter in all of Hell!"
Valentino blew smoke from his shotgun with a smirk, replying, "I know."
"No beast alive stands a chance against you!" Vox chuckled as he followed him. "And no girl for that matter!"
"It's true, Vox," Valentino said, grabbing him by the shirt and gesturing towards the owl girl, speaking to a female hellhound, "And I've got my sights set on that one!"
"The owl overlord's daughter?" asked Vox.
"She's the one," Valentino bragged, "The lucky girl I'm going to marry!"
"But she…"
Valentino dropped his henchman and continued, "The most beautiful girl in Hell."
"I know, but-" Vox said, only to be cut off by Valentino, who dropped his gun on his head.
"And that makes her the best!" Valentino finished for him and gripped onto the collar of Vox's shirt again. "And don't I deserve the best?!"
"Well, of course! I mean you do…" Vox stuttered and Valentino dropped him once more.
Valentino dreamily stared at his reflection and sang in his baritone voice:
Right from the moment when I met her, saw her,
I said she's gorgeous and I fell.
The pink demon with sunglasses took his gun from Vox's hands and continued to look in the mirror.
Here in town there's only she,
Who is beautiful as me,
So I'm making plans to woo and marry Octavia!
The last words he spoke, Octavia had already left after having a conversation with a polite female hellhound. Vox gestured towards the owl girl and he and Valentino followed her. However, three demon girls: Velvet, Dia, and Summer were standing, admiring Valentino, who was their crush. They sang in a flirtatious manner:
Look there he goes!
Isn't he dreamy?
Mr. Valentino!
Oh, he's so cute!
Vox tried to flirt with them, but the trio accidentally sprayed water on him, much to his disgust. The trio continued fawning over Valentino.
Be still my heart,
I'm hardly breathing!
He's such a tall, strong and handsome brute!
The women fainted as Valentino resumed his search for Octavia. However, the crowd grew large, making it impossible to find her. The crowd was arguing, talking, and enjoying their day.
Male Hellhound 1:
Hello!
Valentino:
Pardon!
Male imp 1:
Good day!
Male imp 2:
But yes!
Female imp 1:
You call this bacon?
Female imp 2:
What lovely grapes!
Male Hellhound 2:
Some cheese, one pound!
Female imp 3:
Ten yards!
Valentino:
'cuse me!
Hellhound cheese merchant:
I'll get the knife.
Valentino:
Please, let me through!
Female imp 4:
This bread! It's stale!
Male Hellhound 3:
Those fish! They smell!
Wally Wackford:
The female's mistaken.
Hellish townspeople:
Well, maybe so! Good morning! Oh, good morning!
Once free from the crowd, Octavia had enough space to spin around as she held onto her book, now ready to return home.
Octavia:
There must be more than this provincial life!
Valentino:
Just watch, I'm going to make Octavia my wife!
The demons, imps, hellhounds, succubi, and incubi blocked Valentino's view to focus on Octavia.
Hellish townspeople:
Look there she goes, that girl is strange, but special!
A most peculiar mademoiselle!
Valentino, however, had a plan to impress Octavia, so the crowd dared not stop him. He snuck into an empty house, went upstairs, and climbed up to the roof from an open window.
Hellish townspeople:
It's a pity and a sin,
She doesn't quite fit in.
But she really is a funny girl!
A beauty, but a funny girl!
She really is a funny girl,
That Octavia!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Octavia, stunned, turned to the townspeople in Hell. Once the song was over, they returned to whatever they were doing. The female owl shrugged her shoulders and proceeded in reading her book.
AN: Next, you'll see Valentino with Octavia. Bleh!