"COME ON BLITZ why won't you let me go on jobs?!" Twelve year old Apollo shouted at his imp teacher who looked dumbfounded. "It's been three fucking years of my life doing odd jobs, going on coffee runs, reorganizing files, I never get to do what I'm good at here! You guys have trained me in hand to hand combat, at using melee weapons, long range guns, pistols! If you won't use me where you need to then I'll find somebody else who needs my talents, I'm gone!" Apollo slammed the IMP office door. As he left angrily.

"Fuck me." Blitzo said as Moxxie and Millie watched from behind a couch with Loona.

"It had to happen eventually Sir." Moxxie told Blitz.

"I know." Blitz said. "But Stolas doesn't want him anywhere near topside right now. I better call him." He pressed the contact info for Bird Dilf.

Blitz's moans rang up his phone. Stolas picked up.

"Ollie threw a fit and left."

"He WHAT?!"

"He just left Stols, he's been a good glorified gopher but that's pretty much all we can use him for because of those NDAs you had us sign. We can't use his talents where we need to. He got tired of it and just left the building. He's walking down the street now." Blitz said watching from his office window.

"Oh Balls." Stolas swore. He got up from his desk and used a hand mirror to scout Apollos location. He used his portal spell and opened a portal to his sons location. He was currently being surround by rough looking imps.

"So we're really doing this huh?" Apollo said. Glaring at the imp gang that surrounded him with smiles and smirks thinking they where gonna get a payday.

STOLs was treated to a spectacular sight of Apollo stabbing one of his attackers in the kidneys from behind with a blessed dagger. He wouldn't be reforming. He slit another's throat quickly and closed his eyes as imp blood bathed him. He brought out a second blessed dagger and twirled them rather expertly. He stabbed and slashed as imps came forward to attack him. He even decapitated one.

"Fucking ASSHOLES!" Apollo said as he finally put his foot on the last imp.

"We just wanted a ransom"

"Yep." Apollo said coldly before stabbing him in the head. The imp died as Apollo pulled his dagger out and blood sprayed him again. He was absolutely filthy.

"Ollie!"

"Dad?" Apollo asked as he saw Stolas. "Right. Scrying mirror, portal spell."

"Blitz told me what happened. Before I could get to you-"

"It's okay Dad, I can take care of myself." Apollo said as he shook off the worst of the blood like a Hellhound. "I haven't just been a glorified Gopher you know they have been training me."

"So you knew."

"I know you don't want me and Via anywhere near the living world. But dad I want to work with Blitz and the IMP crew. I WANT to help them up on the surface when I can. Even if it's just to pick locks or disable security systems I can help them grow their business I know I can!"

"Clearly I've been underestimating your capabilities and I'm sorry." Stolas apologized as he knelt in the filth and put his hands on Apollos shoulders. "I can teach you the human disguise spell too keep you safer on the surface."

"Thanks dad." Apollo smiled at his now smiling father.

They embraced. Then Stolas grimaced remembering Apollo was covered in blood. "Let's get you home your absolutely filthy."

"Can I go show Blitz first Dad?" Ollie asked holding out his arms to the sides. "I've never really had to fight before."

Stolas oblidged and opened a portal to IMPs office. He stepped through first.

"Ollie is fine." Stolas said to the worried looking imps and indifferent Hellhound. "In fact-" he motioned for Apollo to come through and the owl boy came through still soaked in the blood of his enemies.

"Oh crumbs! Your highness are you alright?!" Moxxie looked over Apollo. "He doesn't look injured. Where'd all this blood come from.

"He is bathing in the blood of his enemies." Stolas said proudly.

"Fuck YES!" Millie pumped her arms proudly. "I was right! I knew it was a good idea to train you!"

"Hell Yeah!" Blitz shouted. "Nicely done squirt!" He reached into the fridge and pulled out a Red Claw, an alcoholic soda brand made with sinners blood. "Drink up kid you earned it!"

"I'll take this." Stolas said as he took the can. He returned it to the fridge.

"Dad!" Apollo protested.

"You are only twelve years old." Stolas told him. "You can drink with your colleagues when you turn 16 and not a day sooner."

"Old enough to kill, old enough to drink, old enough to-"

"Finish that sentence Blitz and it's a whole year in a chastity cage for you." Stolas threatened.

"Yes Daddy." Blitz whined like a dog and hunched behind his desk.

"Dad, what's a chastity cage?" Apollo asked innocently., looking up at his father.

Stolas coughed. "I'll explain when your older."

"Alright." Apollo shrugged. He pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie to post to Voxtagram.

"We'll celebrate Apollos victory another day." Stolas promised the imps. "For now he needs a bath. He's absolutely filthy who knows where's those imps have been."

"STOLAS!!!" Came a feminine shriek when they got home.

"Go, go go go." Stolas urged Apollo making a quick portal to the young lungs private bathroom where Pringles was waiting with a hot bath drawn already.

"What in Satans name is THIS?" Stella showed STOLs their sons Voxtagram page uploaded with a blood soaked picture of their son.

"Bathing in the blood of my enemies." Stolas read the caption.

"What are those bloody imps teaching my son?!" Stella demanded. "What if Paimon-?"

"I actually think father would approve." Stolas interrupted his wife.

"Surely you must be joking." Stella said angrily with a huff.

"Apollo left the office today after throwing a childish tantrum and then defended himself against a group of imps wanting to ransom him to us. Their all dead of course thanks to his Blessed Daggers."

"Where did he get Blessed Daggers?" Stella demanded.

"They where a gift from a BlessedSmith in Wrath who shall remain nameless for his her or their own protection. When He Her or They found out our only son was in training to be an assassin they forged the blessed daggers and sent them to the IMP office as a tribute to our only son." Stolas explained the daggers existence to his angry wife. Who surprisingly enough looked rather pleased with that explanation.

"Well good, he should have a weapon worthy of the Goetia family name. What happened to the imps who attacked him.

"See for yourself." Stolas motioned to her phone.

Comments where pouring in from imps, hellhounds and sinners everywhere in the assassination industry in Hell. Some complimenting the Prince on his technique to pointing out where he was sloppy but all healing praise on the Prince for eliminating his enemies in such a brutal fashion as befitting a Goetian Prince.

"He's already making a name for himself." Stella said suddenly. "I expect nothing less from my only son and the heir to his fathers throne." She said in a haughty tone.

"Mama." Came from a room a few yards away.

Apollo came out of his bedroom in a bathrobe. Freshly cleaned and dried warm by a simple spell his father taught him long ago.

"Oh Ollie I am so proud of you my darling!" Stella embraced her only son. "We can have whatever you want for supper tonight!" She promised which made the owl boy park up instantly. He looked over to his father.

Take the win. Stolas mouthed to Apollo.

"Okay." Apollo said simply as Stella took his hand and lead him back to his room to get dressed and tell her all about his victory against his enemies.

To be continued..

So Stella takes great pride in the families nobility and being practically untouchable by the commoners in Hell my theory is if Octavia ever got into a fight where she had to slaughter a bunch of commoners Stella would praise her.