It was a Saturday morning. Octavia was in her room reading while slouched on a recliner as she here's knocking on the door.
"Come in." she says.
The door swings open to reveal her father, his head pearing through the doorway and scanning her room as he usually does. "Morning Via." he says, with a soft, comforting smile. "The butler has breakfast ready for us, we wouldn't want his hard work to be in vain, now come down stairs."
Octavia leaves the room before Stolas. He wants to leave the room also, but he is interested in what his daughter has been reading, so he peeks at the book that rests on the table beside the recliner.
THE COMMUNIST MANIFESTO: by, Karl Marx.
Stolas' face slowly went from curious to concerned. He looked back at the doorway, than back at the book, it's cover as red as his eyes, with the title in white and Karl Marxs' picture plastered in the center. Stolas stopped thinking much of it, and went downstairs to the kitchen. Octavia had already poured herself a cup of black coffee. Both Stolas and Octavia sit at the dining table.
"So, Octavia... did you sleep well, princess?" Asked Stolas.
"Well, my bed costs more than what the average working class citizen makes in a year so not really, but kinda."
"Oh~ That's err... intriguing..."
Stolas pours a cup of tea elegantly as always while Octavia hunches forward with her black coffee as if her late nights consisted of writing 3,000,000 page esseys.
"So..." asked Stolas, "are you excited to be with your mother this weekend?"
"Not really."
"Oh? Why not?"
"I don't know if you've ever called her a crazy bitch..."
"I most certainly have, unfortunately."
"If so, you're right, she is a crazy bitch!"
"Don't talk about her like that, she's your mother!"
"Doesn't mean she didn't strangle an imp to death for running into her limo."
"She did?"
"yep. She also has me do a lot of traditional lady stuff, witch are only sometimes fun. When I mean 'sometimes' I meant very rarely."
"Ok. Still. Keep my wife's name out yo fuckin' mouth!" Stolas said, poorly impersonating Will Smith.
Stolas giggles to himself. "Did you here what happened at the human Oscars? That's where I got that from!" He said smiling. "Yes, dad, I've heard of it like 3 months ago." Octavia sighed. She went back to her room to pack her bags and get ready to go to her mother's palace. packing clothes, snacks for the road, and all of her favorite books. She also brought her headphones but those are always with her so they aren't worth mentioning.
She marched towards the front door of the palace, walked down the marble steps, being sure that the waved her father goodbye, and hopped in the black limo parked in front.
She rested her head on the doors as the limo exitied the purple palace gates.
The limmo was spacious, more space than she needed. it had rows of liquor on glowing LED shelves, and an adjustable flat screen TV at the very end that she could stretch closer to her at will. Though she didn't use any of these luxuries, she simply put in her headphones and started bobbing her head back and fourth listening to music by Fuck You Dad.
The car stopped at a golden gate with a giant pink jewel shaped as a heart plastered in the middle. Imp slaves in black suits came to open up the gates and the swinging doors were accompanied by a deafening screech.
The limmo went through the gate and the slave butler's stood in attention as the limmo drove around the fountain in front of the house, stopping at the patio of the front door. Octavia saw her mother run down the steps as if she was a run-away bride. You could barely see her feet under the flowy dress. she'd stopped at the end of the steps and cuffed her arms in front of her, waiting for for Octavia to get out of the car.
"Why does she always act like she's waiting for some kind of high value manarch? I'm literally her bitch daughter with parental issues." She asked the driver.
"I would gladly answer that, but I don't know how to." Said the driver, "You really bum me out, y'know?"
"Yeah, I know." Octavia stepped out of the car one foot at a time and closed the door behind her, it unintentionally slammed too hard and she flinched at the loud thump.
"Octavia!" Stella yelled excitedly. spreading her arms out to get ready for a hug. It was as if she hadn't seen her in years, despite it have only been a week. "It's so good to see you! I have many things planned!"
"Cant wait!" Said octavia, "also, that gate will need some oil or lube."
"Yes, yes, I noticed that," said Stella, "it was perfectly fine yesterday. I will get the butlers to fix it soon. Anyway, like I said, I have many things planned for this weekend. I won't let it go to waste!"
"Every weekend has been a waste for me lately." Octavia thought.
Both Octavia and Stella walk towards the palace entrance and upon opening the flashy double door, three staircases stood, leading to the second floor with the left staircase completely blocked off. Octavia went for the staircase in the middle and headed for her room, the heavy backpack was weighing her down, tiring her when she was halfway up the stairs. After achingly carrying all of the weight she finally made it to her room. she rubbed her eyes and grasped onto her head with both hands, she sheilded her eyes, as if sunlight was shining all around blinding her with every gaze.
Suddenly, the door she'd left opened behind her swung wider, and Stella appeared at her doorway, hands cuffed in front of her as usual.
"Are you comfortable, Octavia?" She said in a soft voice.
"Yeah." Octavia muttered back.
"Well, don't get too comfortable, We have places to go!"
"Great." Octavia said as enthusiastically as she could.
"You, go to the car, I will put your bag somewhere else so it doesn't get in the way when you get back all tired and such."
"Thanks, mom."
"You're welcome, now wait for me in the Limo when it comes, it should be here in by now."
Octavia went back to the front entrance and waited for the limo. It drove up to her with it's nearly silent engine. It was much different than the last limo, it was red in color, with less tinted windows.
"Why didn't she just use the limmo that brought me here?" She asked to herself.
As Stella was relocating Octavias bag, she didn't realize the zippers were left undone, a whole slew of books and dark colored feminine products fell to the ground.
"Dammit." she scolded to herself, throwing the near empty bag to the ground angrily.
she leaned down to clean the mess when she glanced at the books.
The First Gate: A Tour of the Happy hotel and my plans for rehabilitation, by, Charlie Magne, THE COMMUNIST MANIFESTO, by, Karl Marx, and State and Revolution, by, Vladimir Lenin.
Her eyes were narrowed, she balled her elegant hands into fists, she cluttered everything in Octavias bag and stormed downstairs with it. She requested a telephone and stood at the front door glaring at the limo Octavia was waiting in. The slave ran quickly with the telephone, almost dropping it, and lifted it to her face with both hands. Stella mashed the buttons typing in Stolas' number and grabbed the phone. Stolas finally picked up:
"Hello, royal residence."
"Stolas! How long did you know our daughter was reading tyranny!?"
"Stella- what?"
"Well, in case you DON'T know and I have no reason to poison your next meal, she has been reading leftist literature. I need you to talk her out of that plebian philosophy by next week!"
"Even after this relationship ended I'm doing all the work. Just talk to her yourself!"
"Do you really think I want a meddling liberal in my fucking house!? Sitting on my furniture no less!? That marxist terrorist is sitting in one of my limos already, dammit!"
"You know what fine, I'll have a more tame conversation with her anyway. You're clearly very angry and irrational." Stolas abruptly hung up before Stella could say another word. Stella growled, slammed the phone back on it's stand. She took the telephone out of the slaves hands and put it on a small table beside the front doorway, the slave tried to walk away but Stella grabs him by the neck and lifts him to her face.
"If you were to ever drop my phone, it would've been the last day you lived."
The slave was choking and tried to mutter out a few words while Stella squeezed his neck.
"Y-yes m-ma'am" he said. Stella finally released him and he dropped face first to the marble floor and he lifted himself up with the little energy he had to walk away.
As Octavia was waiting in the limo, she saw her mother march down the steps carrying Octavias bag with one hand, though not as elegant as earlier, she looked more tense. When she reached the limo she went towards the driver and knocked on his window.
"Your new destination will be will be prince Stolas' palace." She says. Octavias face turned to confusion. Stella walks to the back door where Octavia sat, swings it open, throws the bag at Octavia and says:
"take your tyrrany with you and next time you come back those books better be burned! I will NOT have people like you in my family bloodline!"
Octavias heart felt as if it burrowed into her bones, she hudled on the left side of the limo facing away from where her mother had scolded her. Octavia didn't make a sound or move once during the whole 3 hour drive back to her fathers palace, she sat completely still, she didnt have the energy to even put on her earphones. She simply sat there like a statue and rested her head of the car door.
pulling up to her fathers palace, she hopped out of the limo and walked up the steps with her head down. As the limo drove away she rung the lowd doorbell, after just a few seconds Stolas opened the giant double door so his slim body could be fully visible, he was in formal clothing, not exactly dressed for a ceramomey but not dressed to stay in bed all day either. He wore blue sweatpants and a plain white T-Shirt.
"Come in Via." he said, opening the doors wider.
"I know you probably have a problem with what I believe dad, but I've analysed our twisted government for myself and I stand by opinions." Octavia said confidently.
"That's why your here Octavia, so that I can hopefully talk you out of them. If I can't, than make sure your mother thinks I did so that things like this won't happen again."
Stolas lead her to the dining room, they both sat in the chairs closest to eachother at end of the long table. Plates were neetley set on chairs at the other end, with different forks and knives on either side of the plates resting on napkins.
"What's with the fancy plates?" asked Octavia
"Blitzø is supposed to be here in a few hours."
"Ugh really? Should've fucking guessed."
"Yeah, well, I wasnt gonna stay here alone all weekend."
"He fucks you everyday and he is still stuck as a working class citizen."
Stolas chuckled, "actually, he is a VERY rich man, he just likes to waste his money on toy horses and therapy. But thats not what this conversation is about."
Stolas took a deep breath, "honey, under communism, socialism, or cynicalism we wouldn't be living the life we're living right now."
"That's what your worried about?" Octavia fired back, "Imagine what the lower classes worry about everyday! Hell is split betwwen the rich, the entertainment, and the audience. While the rich live a life of lixury, the entertainment are treated HORRIBLY and abuse drugs to cope and the audience, and by "audience" I mean consumers, risk getting KILLED if they don't muster up the little money they have to pay off their dept! And if you were a lower class citizen ESPECIALLY if you were a sinner, you could only be one or the other and it's a choice barely any newcomers ever had!"
"Via, I never made the systom nor can manage it, even so this is hell and there is a reason these people are here, to suffer, as hell's always been for the last 600 years."
"Ok. What about the people who were born here? The imps, the werewolves... the fucking SUCCUBI! their future is practically determined for them and it's aweful!"
"I agree, that is a problem, We need to leave the suffering to the sinners only, but Lucifer is not an easy man to convince. Even I, a royal, can't just tell him to reform our society. I could give all the money in the world, even host protests, but I need to convince my whole family to pitch in to make any kind of change and that is frankly impossible, even if we spoke of this to the to younger Goetians, with the way their parents and elders convey their messages, especially when private schools speak nothing but ill about unionization. The fact that you think of these kinds of things is extremely impressive givin the circumstances."
"Well, I do agree that we need to leave the suffering to the sinners. They committed the crimes after all so you got me there. The term itself has a ring to it. 'leave the suffering to the sinners.' I like it! But I also believe sinners deserve a chance to be rehabilitated in some way."
Stolas leans back in his chair, "See, I would support that too, but I find an effort like that completely pointless, especially with all of the pear pressure circling all sinners alike, what I mean by that is, most sinners are considered social outcasts if they dont commit some sort of heinous crime. Though I do admire Charlie Magnes will power." he said.
He hunches forward toward Octavia. "by the way, why did you bring leftist literature to your mothers hous in the first place?"
"I kindave just grabbed books blindly, I didn't actually know what I got until it was too late." Said Octavia.
"Well, we clearly need to organize you're bookshelves. Also, you wont be going back to your mothers this weekend, I assume you don't want to see her and she probably doesn't want to see you either. I think the judge will understand. And, when Blitzø gets here, I'll take him to a hotel or something and leave the house to yourself."
Octavia wen't to her father and gave him a hug. "Thank you, dad"
"No problem, Via." Stolas smiled.
When Stolas let go of Octavia, he noticed something move in his line of sight, a tall woman in a flowy dress, with a glowing, white gun in her hand. It was Stella, She somehow followed the limo home and broke into Stolas' house.
"Stella? What the hell are you doing in my house?" asked Stolas, keeping pulling Octavia behind him.
"I heard this whole fucking conversation unfold! If you can't even fix our daughter, she's better off dead!"
"NOOO!" Stolas screamed, lunging at Stella and grabbing her forearm.
Both Stolas and Stella were fighting for the gun, it swung around in the midst of the fight and Stella kept firing shots at random in hopes of hitting something.
Octavia hid under the table, her parents' feat crossing between each other accompanied by sound of growling and moaning, than a final *BANG!* rung out in the fight. Stolas fell back to the ground. Octavia heard gagging noises and saw ink-like blood seep out of his neck. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small blessed pocket knife and aimed blade toward his heart. Stellas foot quickly kicked it out of his hands and it landad under the table near Octavia.
"You don't deserve to die so quickly you lying, cheating bastard!" Yelled Stella, as Stolas puts his hands around his neck while gagging in pain.
Octavia, frightened, picks up the pocket knife that landed near her, quickly crawled out from under the table, than lunged on Stella and stabbed her in the shoulder than the chest repeatedly. Stella fell to her knees and plopped to the ground, Octavia tried to grap the gun out of Stellas nearly dead hands, but the little energy she had kept her grip.
Octavia went to her father body, still gagging, she hesitantly aimed the pocket knife at his heart, and thrusted into his chest, forever ending his suffering. As Stolas' eyes faded black, Octavia began to tear up, her black makeup following each drop. she was balling and sniffling as both her parents lie on the ground.
Stellas weak voice tried to speak, upon hearing it, Octavia went toward her body, and flipped it face up. Stella finally spoke:
"I... *CC* Told... everyone!" She said. "The whole... fucking family." Before finally releasing an exhale.
Octavia, standing over her mothers now lifeless corps, took multiple deep breaths, then fell to her knees, her eyes tearing up even more.than, she heard a knocking at the door and andrealphas' voice:
"Octavia? Dear nephew. I heard what happened, I can comfort you and we can work through this together. Does that sound good?"
The knocking continued. "Octavia?"
Octavia grabbed the gun from stellas still warm hands, marched to the front door, and aimed the gun towards it.
"Come in... Uncle Andy." She said in the most helpless voice she could. Her hands were jittering, she was tense, the door knob twisted.
