That Stella looked like a nasty piece of work, but he has some enemies of his own, so he is probably used to this kind of drama, especially after what happened in Scotland. He decided it was best to stay out of her way as Stella mentioned that he should before walking off in a huff. He looked uncomfortable and wished he had never seen that met her in the first place. People like her are absolutely bad news. Yes, it was absolutely awkward for him to meet her, and she was a total Karen. If there was one thing a man absolutely hates, it would be a Karen. Loona looked concerned at Lincoln, and walked up to him to make sure he wasn't too mentally traumatized. "Are you ok, Lincoln?" she asked. "Can I... give you anything?"

"No, i'm fine Loona. I don't know what her problem is." Lincoln admitted.

"Never mind her, Lincoln." said Stolas. "Stella is a haughty (bleep), and it's always best to avoid her at all costs." he pulled out a chocolate bar from one of his cupboards. "here, would you like a KitKat? One of the best candy bars you can munch on."

"Ooh, sure." Lincoln said.

"My dad's a chocoholic." said octavia.

"I can't help it." said Stolas. "I mean, there is something about chocolate i love so much."

Octavia looked at Lincoln, feeling a little concerned about him as well. "Are you sure you're ok. I'm sorry about my mum."

"I'm fine, really. And don't worry about it. One of my sisters, Lola, is completely terrifying. When she gets angry, she can be really terrifying. Like wake up a sleeping bear from hibernation angry."

The others let out a small chuckle. "Well, you're not wrong." said Loona. "I mean, she needs a leash or a muzzle on her to keep her behaved."

"Or a shock collar." Lincoln joked. "She's even been in juvie a couple of times."

"You know what? Why am I not surprised?" said Loona. "She looks like the kind of girl that will end up in prison when she get older, like Lindsey Lohan. she looked at the royal figures before saying to them: "You guys should see his family and how they act."

"When I turn on my disguise when I come back up there," said Stolas, "I most certainly will keep that in mind."

"Well, it can't be as fucked up as my family." Octavia noted.

Poor Stolas let out a sigh, and said: "Look, Via, I know that most of our family is fucked up, but I am not one of those family members."

"I know, I know." said Octavia. "You're one of those dorky dad kind of parents."

"Dorky?" said Stolas. "I don't know if I would call myself a dorky dad."

"I would." Octavia flatly but plainly noted.

"Oh, it's just a word. But I love you and I would never let anything bad happen to you." said the Goetia prince. "And you know that, right?"

"Yes. I do."

Stolas smiled.

"So, i am still curious how you manage to survive a household with ten sisters." said Stolas. "I know it's not very powerful like my family, but still."

"You learn to get used to it." Lincoln rubbed the back of his head. "But sometimes, I need a vacation from them so they don't drive me crazy. I mean, if you lived in a house with ten sisters, you would understand."

"It cannot be as fucked up as my family."

"Well, I wouldn't say my family is... that." Lincoln admitted. "But i love them and they love me, and we always have to look out for each other."

"I wish my family was more like that. My father mostly cares about himself and having children so that our family can continue our royal legacy and remain in the upper crust. Well Lincoln, i like you a really good deal. We'll have to see each other again some time. We can hang out and have a drink together."

"But i'm eleven. I'm not old enough to drink."

"No no no, not that kind of drinking." said Stolas. "I mean like at a restaurant of some kind."

"Ah. Sure that sounds nice."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Lincoln." said Loona

"Why not?"

"Because he's a fan of bondage, and you don't want to... you don't want to know."

"I told you, I am not a molester." looking back at the white-haired boy, he said: "At least you made a new friend in Octavia. Right sweetie?"

"Meh. Whatever." said Octavia.

"And I thank you, Loona, for making friends with my daughter as well. I really think you two will hit it off nicely as you get to know each other more."

'Meh, whatever." said the female hellhound. "I mean, it's better than hanging out with Blitzo all the time, i guess." she rolled her eyes.

"What about me?"

"Admittedly," said Loona, "like i said: you're alright."

Lincoln smiled to hear that this usually grumpy hellhound was taking a liking to him. Alas, she still needed to warm up to him and get to know him better. He wondered if there are any other friendly faces down here in Hell that he might run in to. At least... friendlier than most demons down here, and not have a bad attitude. Perhaps she did care about him, and wouldn't have saved him if she didn't. "Lincoln, you wanna see something cool?" asked Octavia

"Sure, what is it?"

"I'll show you in my room. You too, Loona."

"Fine." Loona breathed with her arms crossed. She and Lincoln followed the Goetia princess to her bedroom, and Octavia pulled out some kind of orb the color of bone. Lincoln looked curious, but Loona, as always, looked indifferent to about what might happen or what Octavia might do with that orb. She touched it with her left hand and it flew a red color, then the stars and planets and the whole universe shined like a bunch of little lightbulbs or beacons.

It was almost like Lincoln and Loona were in outer space. Except they were still touching the ground. "Oh my god." Said Lincoln, looking impressed by how beautiful outer space looked with this kind of magic.

"How the fuck are we in space?" Said Loona, looking awestruck herself.

"Wait, there's no oxygen in space. I need a helmet!" Lincoln began to panic.

Octavia made a small chuckle. "Don't worry, sweetie. It's just a projection screen to make it look like we are in outer space."

"Oh. Clyde would love this. It reminds me of the time when me and him were in that space camp together."

"Space camp?" said Loona.

"Yeah, kinda training to be an astronaut a little." said Lincoln. "I always wanted to see outer space."

"What's stopping you?" asked Loona

"It costs a ton of money to ask an astronaut or NASA to get me up there."

"True." said Loona. "That makes sense. They wouldn't just send any fucking moron up into space."

"I'm not a moron." Lincoln sounded offended

"No, no, no, i didn't say you were, squirt." said Loona. "I'm referring to everyone else on Earth. You would probably have to get some kind of permit or something like that."

"Oh."

"Lincoln," said Octavia. "I want to say, you're an ok kid."

"Thanks, Octavia. And... i'm sorry about the whole thing between your parents." he sympathized with her

"No, it's ok. It's not your fault." Octavia reassured him, putting a gentle, warm hand on his left shoulder. "These things shouldn't be any of your concern. Just be happy and be a kid. You know, be as happy as any other kid in the world."

"I will."

Another day had passed and Lincoln got home before curfew struck in the house, and he was playing some video games on the couch on this lovely morning. "Lincoln?" said Lynn Sr, coming into the room with a bag of trash. "Can you please take out the trash sport? It's getting pretty full."

"Sure dad." Lincoln paused his game to take out the garbage in the front lawn. Trash day was the day after this one, and every garbage can needed to be emptied around the house. He clasped his hands in triumph in doing one of his usual chores, and as he went back into the house, he heard the sound of someone... crying to herself, and he listened to where it was coming from. Silent with the birds chirping, he heard it again, and went over to the porch, and quickly realized that it was coming from under the porch, where Lucy would find a quiet place to write her poems

He went under the porch to find a very familiar face from yesterday. he was surprised to see... Octavia. Her legs were clutched in front of her as she was sobbing,

"Octavia?"

she perked her head with tears in her pink glowing eyes, and said: "Oh. I didn't think you would find me here."

"What are you doing here, and what's the matter?"

"I can't take it." said Octavia. "I feel like my whole life is a lie. My parents never love each other. And I know my mum is a cunt, but still. And... i feel like I'm a mistake in all of hell. I mean, dad never wanted to marry my mum in the first place. So, i'm..." she felt like breaking down again. "I'm a burden to him.

Lincoln greatly sympathized with her and said: "No you're not. Your dad loves you."

"Yeah, right."

"Really. He loves you. Otherwise, he wouldn't let you live with him." said Lincoln.

"I just want to be alone, and sulk in how much of a mistake I am." Octavia looked away from him. "I need to get away from the divorce. I can't take it anymore. This is too much for me."

"Octavia, everything will be ok."

"That's easy for you to say." the Goetia princess started to sound defensive. "Your parents are still together."

"Well, yeah, but... look, i'm sorry. How did you get here?"

"I read from my dad's book... that I stole from Blitzo." she wiped her nose. "look, maybe i should just find a dumpster to sleep in."

"A dumpster? No, no, no, there's no way in hell... no pun intended, that you are sleeping in a dumpster like a raccoon." he had a thought. "Look, i think I know a good place you can stay in."

Octavia perked up and wondered what he meant. "You do?" she snivelled. "Where?"

Lincoln had a smile on his face.