Stolas had been left alone to pace all night. He didn't want any harm to come to his growing family. Especially when Blitzø was already halfway through his pregnancy and becoming more fragile by the day. Stolas would never tell him that though. He didn't have a death wish.

He finally sat back down at his desk when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Octavia entered the room in dark blue silk pajamas, "I couldn't sleep."

Stolas motioned for her to sit on the chair across from him, "Come join me. I need the company."

Octavia immediately took him up on his offer, sitting down, and looking up at her father. He looked extremely flustered which was something unusual for Octavia to see in her dad. She cocked her head to the side curiously, "Dad? Is something the matter?"

Stolas chuckled nervously, "No. Nothing for you to worry your head over darling." He didn't want Octavia knowing what Lucifer had called to threaten him with, but ultimately was failing miserably.

Octavia crossed her arms, suspicion building in her mind. Stolas had always tried to tell Via the truth unless the truth was something that would hurt her. She saw Stolas' hands shaking as he was writing something down on a piece of paper. She stood on her chair, snatching it from underneath him.

"Via!"

Octavia skimmed what seemed to be a letter that contained information on Blitzø and Stolas' relationship and expected children. Why was this being written? What happened that her father thought it was necessary to reveal all this? Octavia looked back up at Stolas.

"What is this?"

Stolas sighed. He hadn't wanted Octavia to know, but the girl was too smart for her own good sometimes, "Lucifer Morningstar called a few hours ago. He threatened repercussions against Blitzø and I because of the nature of our relationship and the twin's conception. I informed him that nothing he were to say would change my mind. Now I need to say something publicly before things spin out of control."

Octavia placed the letter back on the desk. She ran a hand down her face looking up at her father, "How do you think revealing this is going to change anything? They're just going to try and come for you and Blitzø even harder, which for the sake of our family, I don't want anything to happen like that."

Stolas grabbed the letter, balled it up, and tossed it in the trash next to his desk, "What am I supposed to do? I can't always be there to protect him. He's still insisting on working at the office to do his paperwork just to get a change of scenery. He's so stubborn that if something were to try and kill him, he would try to fight it off before even thinking of contacting me."

Stolas looked completely defeated as he spoke which saddened Octavia. She stood up, walking over to her father, who was hunched over his head in his hands, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I can go to the office with him. I can say that I'm paying him back for how I had treated him in the beginning, but in reality I'm gonna be making sure he's not getting hurt." Octavia smiled at her father who had looked up at her with appreciation.

"You would do that? What about your studies?"

"I can do my work at the office. I'm pretty good at multitasking dad. Plus," Octavia dug the toe of her slipper into the floor, "I saw you went to talk to your friend that makes jewelry. I know you're going to ask him to marry you. So, if he's going to be my second father now I have to help protect our family."

Stolas' eyes widened not realizing how observant his daughter was. The fact that he was getting a ring made for Blitzø was supposed to be something he was doing quietly by himself, but he hadn't been as sneaky as he thought. Stolas sat up and hugged Octavia tightly, "Thank you for understanding Via. You're amazing my Starfire."

Octavia blushed waving off the compliment and walking back to her room.

The next morning, Blitzø had woken up in bed to see that Stolas wasn't with him. He felt his partner's side of the bed and was confused when it was freezing cold. Had Stolas not slept all night?

He slid off the bed so he wouldn't hurt himself or his basketball sized stomach. He walked towards the kitchen, but once he got there, he saw nobody. He checked the living room, garden and other various rooms in the palace till he landed at the door of Stolas' study. He rarely ever walked into the office-like room because he knew that Stolas didn't like to be bothered when he was working. He knocked on the door anyways. What harm would it do?

"Hey Stols? Are you working? I don't mean to bother you."

No answer.

Blitzø knocked once more, again with no response. He reached for the doorknob, turning it and looking into the study. He saw Stolas at his desk writing something. Blitzø stepped into the room still not being noticed by Stolas. He walked over to Stolas and touched his leg.

"Stolas? You never came to bed. Are you alright?" Blitzø looked up at Stolas' face once the prince turned to look at him. His eyes had bags underneath them and he looked like he had been crying. Blitzø was shocked by how disheveled his partner looked, but tried not to look fazed.

Stolas hadn't heard Blitzø come in and was startled to see his partner touching his leg. He looked up and out towards the balcony for a second. It was morning. He cursed himself under his breath. He had his conversation with Via, but had then begun to spiral with different outcomes of whether or not Lucifer would keep with his threat. That had made Stolas unnerved and upset to which he had started crying into the early morning.

He had then begun, once again, to scribble out the announcement of his departure from the Goetia family. Not that it would work, but for the sake of his family he had to try. This was how Blitzø had found the prince and why he was standing in front of him trying not to look concerned at Stolas' appearance.

"Stolas, you look like shit. What the fuck is going on?" Blitzø was legitimately concerned for his partner as he looked Stolas up and down.

Stolas shook his head, "Nothing to concern yourself with my dear Blitzy." He had begun to stand before Blitzø pushed him back onto the chair and pinned his arms to the armrests.

The pregnant imp was now even more concerned. Stolas told him everything most of the time. What was different about this?

He looked up at the owl prince his mouth pulled into a scowl, "You're gonna sit here like you have all night and tell me what the fuck is going on. I'm not some fragile fucking female that needs protecting from every little thing."

Blitzø pulled away, placing a hand on his hip, and motioning to Stolas' appearance, "Whatever the fuck it is has you fucked in the head. So, I'm gonna need you to spill it feather for brains."

Stolas sighed and put his head in his hands. He didn't want to tell Blitzø, but whatever excuse he could possibly come up with wouldn't serve him any justice. So, his only choice was to tell his partner what happened.

"Blitzø, you know I love you right? That I would do anything to keep you out of harms way?" Stolas said looking up at his partner who blinked at him a bit confused.

"Of course I fucking know that. What does that have to do with you staying up all fucking night?" Blitzø was starting to get irritated. Stolas was just trying to drag out whatever in the nine rings of hell was wrong with him.

"Alright. Well…you know Lucifer?"

Blitzø groaned, "Stolas, I'm two seconds away from putting you at gunpoint. So just open that beak of yours and talk faster."

Stolas gulped, not wanting to continue upsetting Blitzø. He went to go sit on the couch on the other side of his study, chewing on his nail nervously as Blitzø came to join him.

"Lucifer called me last night after I had put you to bed. He threatened the safety of us and our children. I've been up all night trying to find a solution as to not pull you away from going to the office, but also keeping you safe," Stolas looked at Blitzø's surprised face as he continued, "Octavia is going to be joining you at the I.M.P building to keep you from harms way. She'll call me the moment something happens. This way you can stay at work, but also be protected."

Blitzø's brow twitched as he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew Stolas has some association with the Overlord of Hell, but not so much that he would be threatened for their relationship. He rapped his fingers on his thigh, thinking about what to say to Stolas. He was grateful that his partner was looking out for him, but he also wasn't a fragile little flower that had to be monitored twenty-four fucking seven.

Blitzø looked up at Stolas crossing his legs underneath him to give him some sort of support, "I'm happy you're looking out for me Stols. Really I am, but you don't have to babysit me. I know how to take care of myself."

Stolas sighed. This is what he didn't want to happen, "Darling I know you are capable of caring for yourself, but for the twin's sake I need you to just bear with me. Lucifer is powerful. He could send whoever and whatever at us with a snap of his fingers. I would just like for Octavia to be there with you for my sanity."

Blitzø rested a hand on top of his stomach as he nodded in agreement. He wasn't gonna sit there and fight Stolas on something that he knew was valid. He wasn't going to be able to protect himself for very much longer, especially with how big he was getting.

Blitzø looked up at Stolas, a soft knowing smile on his face, "Don't worry Stols. We're going to be fine. What were you writing?"

Stolas was taken aback by Blitzø's sudden agreement with him, but went to go get the paper he had been writing on, "It's something invalid and ignorant. It wouldn't have worked anyways."

Blitzø grabbed the paper from Stolas seeing the renouncement of his Ars Goetia name. He chuckled at the thought, "Stols come on. It's not that fucking easy for one and two," Blitzø ripped the paper up, "You shouldn't have to do that just to be with me. We love each other right? That's all that matters."

Stolas looked at Blitzø, love plain as day in his eyes as he wondered how he got so lucky.

Blitzø was writhing under Stolas' gaze. He cleared his throat trying to hide his blush, "How about we go eat something then get your ass to bed. We can worry about this dilemma when you get up."

Stolas scooped Blitzø up off the couch, kissing his lips, "I think I have a better plan."

Blitzø blushed as Stolas kissed his neck as they walked out of the room. He moaned softly at the attention as they got back to their bedroom.

Stolas gently pressed Blitzø against the mattress kissing down towards his pregnant stomach. He then ventured even lower till he had Blitzø's pajamas and underwear on the floor making the imp squirm underneath him. Stolas was enjoying his partner's pleasured moans as he wrapped his hand around Blitzø's dick. He leaned close to his ear, seeing that Blitzø's eyes were glazed over in lust.

"I believe that you're enjoying my giving more than my receiving, my dear Blitzy~"

Stolas just got a moan from Blitzø as he took Blitzø's whole length in his mouth causing the pregnant imp's breath to hitch. He sucked his partner off till he felt he was on the verge of cumming and kissed Blitzø passionately whilst removing his own clothing.

"Sto-las…" Blitzø wrapped his arms around Stolas' neck pulling him close and not letting him break away from their make out session. Once he finally released Stolas from his grasp, he felt the prince slide into him slowly.

Blitzø arched his back from the pleasure, moaning loudly, "P-please S-Stols~"

Stolas smiled deviously at Blitzø's begging. He gently began to thrust into the pregnant imp, placing a hand on the side of his partner's belly as to not overdo his movements. Blitzø's eyes rolled back from the pleasure as he felt Stolas pick up the pace.

Stolas kissed Blitzø's neck gently then kissed his lips as he came. He felt Blitzø also cum in between them. He looked up at Blitzø who was breathing hard. Stolas immediately helped Blitzø sit up and handed him a glass of water he kept at his bedside. Blitzø chugged it quickly gasping for air as he finished.

Blitzø looked at Stolas, his breathing calming, "I should have…never fucking let you…have this kind of power…"

Stolas laughed seeing Blitzø's flushed face and kissed his cheek, "Well who's fault is that?"

Blitzø pointed towards Stolas, jabbing his finger in his partner's chest, "Yours. For being one of the horniest demons I've ever fucking met."

Stolas snickered while walking off to grab something to clean the both of them off. They were going to be okay. He was going to ask Blitzø to marry him after the twin's are born and they were going to be okay.

That was until he walked back into the bedroom, seeing Striker holding Blitzø by the neck with his tail, his partner struggling to get out of the confinement. In one hand, was a pistol pointed at Blitzø's head and in the other, a carmine-crafted blessing tipped rifle that was made to kill demons like himself.

"We meet again Prince Stolas."