Hello again, imps, demons, devils, sinners, and mortals! It's time to get this fanfic underway! Starting with the season 2 premiere, The Circus. Now, after watching the episode, one of my friend and me watching it realized that we don't know how I could fit Momo, Draiman, Thom, and Mau5 into this episode. While the former three aren't the primaries, I think I found a way for Momo. Let me know if I did good it...now...let's begin screaming for vengeance!
Chapter 1: The Circus
Surface world...
At a prison, security guards were patrolling the area as prisoners were seen in their cells. In his office, the warden had been seen washing his hands. Everyone in the prison knew better than to cross the warden. However, some were not so lucky since sometimes he liked to torture inmates. Anyone he finds as insane he would gleefully put them in solitary confinement with the false hope of helping them. In reality, he keeps them there. One recent victim has died of starvation in which he had put it under the rug. Some of the prisoners even were sent to this prison for even the most minor of offenses.
Worst was that the guards he hires he makes sure that they do the job right. That means that they are hired to keep prisoners from getting out. They didn't care if the prisoners, rightfully accused or wrongfully accused or otherwise, murdered each other. They were corrupt to the core.
Afterwards, he had gotten back to counting the money he was given to keep the prisoners in line. Unbeknownst to him and the guards he pays to keep the prisoners in line, that on top of the building, a mysterious portal opened up and seven figures had appeared on the top of the prison complex. They were planning something.
Back inside, the warden had gotten a recent prisoner in a room, with a lamp shining above his head, "Ah...a fresh meat for the prison," he smirked, "Welcome to the Grimway Work Camp. It seems you've been sentenced to ten years in prison for shoplifting. Oh, the unfortunate soul. A felon like you has a special cell for you..." he smiled before turning to the guards, "Escort this maggot to his cell," the warden ordered.
The guards take the prisoner to his new cell. After returning to his office, he began to fill out a form that the prisoner that he was sentenced to ten years. His plan was working. He had duped the prisoner into thinking he would be in prison for ten year. He then filled out a death certificate to falsely claim that the prisoner had died. All so he could claim the prisoner as countless others for himself.
Suddenly, the power to the facility shut off, "What the fuck?" the warden perplexed. That was when emergency power came on. He looked around as the power lights were on red as the alarm sounded. Then they shut off afterwards. He contacted the phone, "Guards! What's going on?!" he demanded, "Well, the main system has lost power and the emergency generator is not going to cut it!" the guard cried, "Chief, find the source, restore power, and quarantine any prisoner that may have conspired to escape this prison!" the warden ordered.
In the prison halls, they had flashlights on their firearms turned on. They see what looked like a red substance and entered. And they nearly threw up at the sight. It had become a massacre. The technicians and guards in the room were absolutely slaughtered. Corpses were cut up, shot, dismembered, and beheaded. And the generators, wires, and power boxes were beyond repair. They looked around in disbelief, "What could have done this?" one of the guards asked, "I don't know, but stay sharp. Whatever did this could still be in the prison," the chief ordered.
The guards looked around for whatever could have created a massacre like this. One of them then spots something, "I got something," he shouted.
The guards then walk up to see what looked like a man...he had bled out so it seemed. He wore a kimono like a jacket over his white T-shirt, sode, a cowboy hat was spilled out next to him, white hair and a goatee, geta sandals, samurai arm guards, and a tiger-print hakama. For some reason, he had scimitars on him. He appeared dead as he also had bullet holes and burn marks.
"Oh Christ...I don't think this man was a part of the prison. Was he the cause?" said a younger guard, "I'm not sure. But luckily the problem has been dealt with, even with several casualties. Better call this one," the chief said.
As the chief began to radio the warden, while their backs were turned, the corpse that was supposedly dead suddenly turned demonic and red and sprung back to life, his eyes opening, and his mouth sending steam that the area. As the steam got thicker, the guards were blinded, "What the hell? Now there's a gas leak?" said one of the guards, "No. That doesn't smell like gas. That smells like...steam? That makes no sense," He was unaware of the demonic figure behind as his chains clicked and he raised his scimitars that were between his fingers like claws. The clicking drew the attention of the chief, "JAMES, LOOK OUT!"
James turned around too late as the demonic figure grabbed him into the steamy mist. Cries of agony suddenly rang out next to splurts of blood, fleshing tearing, splatters, gurgles, and bones cracking. A limb was suddenly thrown as the guards began to open fire. But they seemed to be firing at nothing. They stopped shooting and followed the blood trail to see, to their horror, their partner slaughtered, "What the shit?!" one of the guards shuddered, "Chief Luke, report!" the warden's voice hollered from Luke's walkie talkie.
"We have a man down!" shouted the second guard, "Goddamnit, Luke! What is going on?!" the warden hollered again, "We're under attack! We're under attack! It's a massacre when we got in, and the breakers are fried, and the wires have been cut!" Luke answered. A gunshot sounded and shot a guard in the head. Luke and the remaining guards retreated while the rest tried to deal with the demon. But the demon was quick, thanks to the steam it emitted. The demon got the second guard and impaled the guy from behind with a katana before slicing him in half horizontally.
Chains rattled and then impaled the second part of the body before it threw it at the last remaining guard. With the guard now pinned down, the demon, what looked like an oni carrying a tangegashima pistol, put the guard out of his misery. He twirled it and blew the smoke from the barrel, "Piece of cake," he said. He looked around for any more guards, "Alright, comrades. Coast is clear," he called.
From a cabinet and lockers came three imps, a metallic sinner, and two automaton imps. They gathered to where the oni was, "I gotta say, nice fake out right there. Really caught those assholes by surprise," complimented the gangly imp.
"Really could use a good scare," said the metallic demon, "So... we slaughtered everyone in this room and cut the power," said the first automaton reported, which used a Microsoft Mike voice. And the sounds of a prison riot were going on, "We can use the prisoners rioting and escaping to kill our target: the warden," he added, "Alright, so we have everyone here for the job. How are we going to reach the warden without being seen?" the imp with a bowtie asked. The imp looked around. It was then the freckled imp saw a ventilation shaft, "Sir, I think I have an idea," he said.
"So one of us can crawl into the vents and find where the warden is locking himself in. And then we murder him," the lead imp formulated. The freckled imp groaned and rolled his eyes. It was then the oni had an idea, "And I got one too. Moxxie, Millie, Thom, and Mau5 each go into another vent duct into the cafeteria. We'll lure the guards and created a distraction. That will allow you, Blitzo, to murder the warden. Now, best thing to do is to cut off any escape routes for the guards. If the prisoners decided to go at us, kill on sight. If not, use the riots to blend in. With me and Draiman's human disguises, the latter having been taught by Stolas, we can provide the cutoffs. Then, and only then, we'll join the rest into the cafeteria where we can have our fair share of the fun," the oni instructed.
"Finally, a chance to use my upgrades!" Draiman explained, unsheathing a metallic huge zweihander. With that said, I.M.P got the plan underway: for the client, the murder target was the warden...
(Back in Black - AC/DC)
In the office, the warden was pacing back and forth. Then his walkie talkie crackled to life, "Luke to warden, over!" he called, "I want a report, Luke. What happened?" the warden boomed, "Somethings going on. Not only has the power been cut off, most entrances sealed, and our men slaughtered, but thanks to the outage, we have a fucking prison riot!" Luke shrieked. The sounds of shouting and gunfire were heard. The warden was in a state of shock. Whatever killed his men had set the prisoners loose, "Luke, contain the situation by any means necessary!" the warden shouted.
With the routes for the guards cut off and entrances sealed thanks to the oni and Draiman, wearing human disguises, they made their way to the cafeteria. Inside, Moxxie, Millie, Thom, and Mau5 were already slaughtering the guards. Moxxie was using his handguns, Millie was using scythes to disembowel the guards, Thom and Mau5 were using weapons of their own. Thom was using a sledgehammer while Mau5 was using a flamethrower he dubbed, his ROFLThrower, happily making noises as he burned them alive, "My ROFLThrower does ROFL ROFL *flame sounds* ROFL ROFL *flame sounds* ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL *flame sounds* ROFL."
Meanwhile, Momo and Draiman were cutting off escape route after escape route, and slaughtering anything that gets in the way. Half the prisoners managed to get away though. But that mattered little to the assassins. Luke and several other security guards appeared and pointed their guns at the two, "Halt!" Luke boomed, "Place your hands where we can see them. If you do not comply, we will use deadly force," he added.
"I don't think so, officer," Draiman smirked. He unsheathed his zweihander and it transformed into a new weapon form, a grenade launcher. This caused the guards to attempt to move out of the way. Some were not lucky once Draiman pulled the trigger and then a grenade was fired, creating an explosion. Several were gibbed, while others were still alive. Luke was one of them, his leg torn clean off as he laid there, gasping for breath. Momo finally put Luke out of his misery.
In the office, the warden was panicking now. He tried desperately tried to contact Luke again, but from the walkie talkie, all he heard was a bloody gurgle. The warden was now pale as he dropped his walkie talkie. They were killing the guards and he could do nothing to stop them. He felt like all the atrocities were coming to bite him with karma. And now he was going to die in his own prison.
"Hey, jackass. Wanna know the punishment for dickery?" said a voice behind him. The warden slowly turned, his body shaking. He was then met face to face with a flintlock pistol. Blitzo was in the room with him, a sadistic grin on his face, "No..." the warden whimpered, "Too bad. It's a shot to the face," Blitzo taunted, "No!" was all the warden could scream before Blitzo shot him in the face, bathing the office in his blood. The warden's faceless body going limp and following to the floor as blood spilled out.
The deed now finished, Blitzo twirled his flintlock and blew smoke out of it. He phoned the gang and was told to meet in the cafeteria. Blitzo then texted Momo that the assassination was finished and told him to meet in the cafeteria.
I.M.P regrouped and with that, the portal back to Hell and the I.M.P office opened. They walked back inside, "Well that was sure fun!" Blitzo whooped, "Fuck yeah it was. I even got to test out my grenade launcher on my sword. I outta thank those two inventors," Draiman replied. On the chair in the meeting office was Loona, the receptionist hellhound, "For great justice and all," Mau5 cheered, "You do realize we're not a justice department?" Thom reminded the idiot cyberimp.
It all seemed like so long since Momo, Draiman, Thom, and Mau5 had joined I.M.P. Momo was the first Sinner to actually join on the grounds that the assassins would help him slaughter the traitors from the Sanbyakuryu Clan, led by his traitorous mentor and yakuza boss, Orochi, who Momo would then slaughter him both alive and dead, since he would have a showdown with him later. Then came the painkiller Sinner, Draiman, accompanied by two cyberimps, Thom and Mau5. They were the next three to join the company after Blitzo and Moxxie were captured by a government organization known as D.H.O.R.K.S. The operation was then led by Millie and Loona.
It all seemed so long ago...
The month before the warden assassination and the Envy date incident, on the same night of the Ozzie's aftermath, Momo had trouble sleeping. For one thing, he felt as if something was wrong. He began to meditate to get the bad feeling out of his mind. But then...as if he reached out to the gods, he saw an image of Stolas, lying unconscious on the floor. Quickly, he threw on his kimono as a jacket and jeans and began to swing on by to the Goetia manor.
Momo snuck into the balcony of the and opened the door. The yakuza oni looked around, "Sensei?" he called out. No response. He decided to look around the manor in case Stolas was indeed here. He had just given the King of Lust, Asmodeus, a scolding he would never forget about his hypocrisy of love. Though it ended up getting him kicked out, which he letted himself do, he had forgotten that both Blitzo and Stolas left before his rant. And the way he noticed how betrayed Blitzo looked when Asmodeus, in song, was dressing him down for giving up Stella and Octavia for a thrust, as he quoted.
He then looked around...and gasped at the sight of Stolas, passed out with a bottle of absinthe on the floor. His mascara was running, as if he were crying, and still wearing the same outfit he wore to the "date" to Ozzie's, "Kuso!" Momo shouted, running up to his sensei, "Sensei! Sensei! Wake up! Are you alright?!" he shouted, shaking the prince. Luckily, the owl prince began to stir, blinking awake and groaning in pain and rubbing his head, "Must you shout?" Stolas groaned.
The oni sighed with relief, "You had me worried. I even had trouble sleeping after I came back from Lust," he said. Stolas narrowed his eyes at the samurai, "Lust? What were you doing there?" he asked, "I was asked out on a date to Ozzie's," Momo replied, rubbing the back of his head. He left out the part where he believed Blitzo used the Goetia prince just to spy on Moxxie and Millie. After seeing Stolas in a sorry state like that, no more of it, "You do know you're only allowed to other rings if it's for business, not dates or vacations of any kind. Even in Hell, we have rules," Stolas scolded.
Momo bowed with respect, "Gomenasai, sensei. It won't happen again," Momo apologized. Stolas then went on the couch which was next to a fireplace downstairs. Momo followed. He figured he should remain with his master for the time being until he can be left alone. Or when Octavia should come back,
"Have a seat," Stolas offered. Momo sat on another couch as the fire was blazing in the fireplace, "I do appreciate you looking out for me," the prince approved, "I just wish I had friends and a student who could back me up back then before I met Blitzo," he added.
"Your childhood?" Momo asked. Since he mentioned it, he wondered what Stolas' childhood was like back then. Certainly, it couldn't be any worse. But he was about to learn the hard part of it. Stolas sighed and then he began to tell his story.
Years ago, before the formation of I.M.P, and the Sinners recruitment to it, Stolas was a child, who was waking up to his birthday and the responsibilities and troubles he would be embraced with...
A young Stolas was asleep in his bed, surrounded by his many stuffed animals and hugging a demonic rabbit. He then begins to awaken, yawned, and smacked his lips. He then gasped and sat up, his eyes opening wide upon the realization that today was his birthday!
"My birthday, my birthday! It's my birthday!" Stolas cheered. He then leaped out of bed and ran off to his dressing room, his arms raised in excitement as an imp butler began to follow to attend to the young demon, "Yaaaay! Birthday, birthday! WOOHOO! Birthday tiiiiime!" Stolas chirped. The butler opened a tin of hair gel and started to apply it to Stolas, "Calm yourself, young prince. You know excitement is unbecoming of a Goetia," the butler advised, "Oh! Right," Stolas replied, calming down. He took a deep breath to calm himself, "But, Father told me, today is the day, I am old enough to know my purpose and responsibility!" Stolas cheered, eyes gleaming with joy
As Stolas said this, the butler helped slip on the vest and cape onto the young owl boy, "Of course. I'm sure it will be wonderful," the butler responded as he put the crown on Stolas' head. The newly soon-to-be-crowned owl prince was following the butler towards the throne room. In the large hallway, there were four pictures lined on the walls, which were pictures of Stolas at various ages. The first of when he was just an egg, the second as a hatchling, the third as a child, holding the demonic rabbit, and finally the fourth where he is holding the plush as a creature, presumably that of one of Stolas' plants, was drooling green slime on the owl's head.
Stolas and the butler opened the large double doors, which revealed the throne room. Sitting on the throne was a shadowy demonic figure. He stood up and his forms began shifting to display various demonic creatures and animals until he finally transforms into his normal form as a bird. As Stolas described in his life story, this is his father who is the King of the Ars Goetia, Paimon.
The butler marched up to the king and stood beside him as Stolas approached his father, "Ahhhh! There is my little, uh..." Paimon began before taking a look at the small owl, who was smiling gleefully at his father. The king turned to the butler, "Which son is this one? There's so fucking many," Paimon asked, "Stolas, your highness," the butler answered, "Stolas! Yes! Ha! Right, right! That's the one! The owl boy," the king beamed. Though he seemed like he had forgotten about the owl boy. Paimon began to walk towards the boy and leaned towards him, surprising Stolas.
"Well, my little one," Paimon began, standing upright and walking behind Stolas, "it is finally your day of becoming a true part of the Goetia family. How good for you. Are you ready to know what you'll be meant to do to serve Hell?" he asked, "Yes, Father!" Stolas chirped, eagerly. The Goetia king opened some kind of portal to what appeared to be the cosmos, showing Stolas' true purpose and responsibility, "You will be entrusted with the study of the Earth's skies, the stars, the prophecies they hold, all that stuff," he explained, closing the up the portal and then summoning the grimoire, which had been used by I.M.P for their business, "Isn't that fun? You will begin the studies of your grimoire, which will grant you access to the mortal realm to study and observe, and you will grow to be a mighty Prince of Hell, with your own legions to lead and pass on your knowledge to!" Paimon educated, levitating the book to the boy as Stolas grabbed it.
"I will do my best, Father!" Stolas said confidently, "Wonderful!" Paimon beamed, "Also, son, you are destined to sire a precautionary addition to the Goetia family. So, you are now engaged. Congratulations. Isn't she charming?" the king asked nonchalantly, pulling out a picture. The picture in question to who Stolas was to be engaged to was Stella, who in the picture, at a young age, was strangling a dog-like creature. A look of rage on her face. The second looked as if she had assaulted it already. The picture frightened the newly prince and began crying.
"Ohhh! That's an ugly noise, son. Here, how about you cease this bitch crying?" Paimon replied, patting his head ignorantly. Stolas only cried harder. "Hm, that usually works," Paimon guessed. But then his face brightened, "Oh, would you like it if I took you to the circus in town? Children enjoy the circus, right? Would that distract you enough from your non-negotiable future marriage?" he asked. The owl boy said nothing as a tear rolled down his cheek.
The oni had a look of disgust on his face at how Paimon had arranged the marriage without choosing. But what froze him for a second was the description Stolas gave to him about Stella. Instantly, he felt as if his undead heart was signaling red flags. And yet, had it not been for Paimon, Stolas wouldn't be the prince he is now.
"Not sure if I should respect the highness or not. Doesn't seem like father of the year," Momo commented, "Now, Momo, I don't think you should be talking about father like that," Stolas scolded, "Right, shizuka ni suru," Momo responded. Though in his mind, he knew Paimon must've been a terrible father. A negligent one in fact.
Stolas continued to tell his story. This is the part where he finally laid eyes on Blitzo for the first time.
Stolas, still saddened by the non-negotiable marriage, were standing at the top of the stairs of a circus tent alongside the butler. The only one not present was Paimon. The only thing present of him was a glass mirror that the butler was holding up that showed the king. Various imps were on the bleachers as circus music filled the tent. Paimon looked around for a second, "Is there a spot that's close to the front, but also far enough that I don't have to-" the king stopped and gagged, "Ugh- smell the poor?"
They managed to find an empty bleacher in the front. In front of them, a crude cloth sign that read, "GOETIA" in black paint was seen on it.
Many acts were performed in the arena as spotlights revealed various circus performers. Two imps in clown attire were juggling, two more were performing spinning front flips into the front, and a female imp was doing a handstand on a demonic flaming horse as it galloped by the Goetia section of the bleachers. Paimon was chuckling and clapping from within the mirror, ecstatic upon seeing the acts. Imps on stilt-supported legs were seen juggling and another female imp was seen walking and twirling on a tightrope, holding a yellow umbrella.
Paimon was still chuckling and clapping whereas Stolas, not having such a good time, halfheartedly flicked away a peanut that had landed on his grimoire. An imp was seen breathing fire and was atop an inverted imp pyramid by a wooden stand. Two more imps leapt through hoops held by two other imps in the pyramid, landed on their hands, and then jumped to their feet. The crowd cheered from the bleachers.
A knife was thrown and stuck itself to a wooden board, which landed next to the hip of a female imp performer who was tied to the board. The knife was thrown by a knife-thrower as the crowd cheered. Stolas then dejectedly began slamming his forehead onto his grimoire as the ringleader began to speak, "Now, everyone's favorite thing about circus shit: the motherfuckin' clowns!" announced the ringleader. A group of frightening imps dressed as clowns leapt out at the audience from behind the circus. The audience screamed in terror at the sight of the clowns.
On pedestal board from opposite sides, two young imp performers were preparing for their flying trapeze act and leaped off the board. The two were younger versions of Blitzo and Fizzarolli. They passed by the Goetias on the bleachers. Stolas looked in awe and blushed at the sight of Blitzo. The young Blitzo landed on a ball as Fizzarolli swung away, "Haaaaa! Tada~!" the young Blitzo laughed. Stolas from the stands blinked from his four eyes, "Heya, folks! Wanna see me make a horse?" Blitzo announced. He took out a green balloon, blew it up, and attempted to tie it into a horse shape. The balloon appeared as a unshapeable knot then immediately popped. The young imp performer's eyes widened in surprise, "Crap," he muttered.
Blitzo continued pulling out balloon and attempting to make a horse, but he only ended up with the same result with each pop. At one point, it ended up as a normal oval-shaped balloon. This surprised Blitzo, but it still popped. The audience was dead silent and looked unimpressed as Blitzo kept trying and failing to make the balloon horse. He was singing a tune and laughed nervously, "Horse!" he exclaimed.
He had finally made a horse...without legs. He looked at the audience who was still silent. Blitzo looked at the balloon and then spoke up, "Well, heh. It was a horse, but then it ate too much sugar and it's legs stopped working so he had to amputate. Now, it's a gross worm horse," Blitzo explained. Stolas laughed softly, clearly charmed at the act, "See? He gets it. Because, horses - they make no sense," Blitzo pointed out, pointing to the young Stolas.
Fizzarolli then joined in with Blitzo and held up a red balloon in his hand, "Okay, Blitzo, that's enough horsing around!" he said before making the balloon horse perfectly. He began presenting the horse to the crowd, "Hey, everybody! Look at this, it's Banana Pudding the clown horsey!" Fizzarolli presented. He made several neighing sounds. The crowd began laughing while Blitzo looked down sadly.
Stolas on the other hand, had liked Blitzo's joke, "I liked his broken horse joke, it was funny. Their legs do stop working when they eat too much sugar, it's called laminitis," Stolas explained. Paimon looked down at the owl boy curiously while the little owl demon was uttering a hooting laugh. This gave Paimon some ideas.
After the show, the butler that held the mirror that connected to the Goetian King, walked up to the ringleader, named Cash Buckzo, backstage, who was drinking, "What a show! That was real great. So, ahem that little clown you have my son really enjoyed that one, I was wondering if I could buy him," Paimon offered. Cash looked at the Goetia, "Buy him?" he asked, "Purchase him, yes. Accurate," Paimon answered. Cash gave him a look. The king clapped his hands and the servant pushed a button on the mirror. It extended out creating an effect like Paimon was leaning over the ringleader, "My son doesn't have any friends, you see, and he liked the little clown boy. It's his birthday, he's so sad and I don't want to deal with him. Can I write a check?" he asked.
Cash began rubbing his chin and smirked, "Well, Fizzarolli is a big draw. He has a few more shows to be in today, so it would be pretty expensive," he said, rubbing his fingers with a money gesture. Paimon chuckled, "No, no. The other one," he corrected. This shocked Cash. He wasn't expecting anyone to make a purchase on Blitzo of all boys, "Blitzo?" Cash perplexed, "Correct. How much?" the king asked, "Wha- Well, he's my son. So… uh. Hm… ah, how much ya got in your pocket?" the ringleader asked.
The butler dug around in his pocket and came out with a crumpled-up $5 bill and an unopened condom, "A wadded-up five and a slim-fit condom," Paimon hesitated. But it seemed Cash was fine with this, "Ah, that's plenty. Done," he declared, "Splendid! Fetch him for me and we will be on our way," the king instructed. He then clapped his hands and portaled out, which destroyed half the tent.
Momo was laughing at the horse joke Stolas explained. It was funny because it was true, "Man, if I was an imp, I would've paid to see that act. That was hilarious," he chuckled. Even Stolas, in his glumness, couldn't help but smile at the thought of another liking the joke.
"And quite honestly, perhaps I could learn a thing or two from sensei number one," the oni added, "Sensei number one?" Stolas asked, "Oh, since I consider the both of you as my senseis, Blitzo would be number one since I completed my first assassination with him, and you to be number two, because I look up to you as a prince. Which uh, by the way, that other friend that I introduced you to, you mind teaching them about human disguises?" the yakuza offered.
"Will do," Stolas beamed, nodding his head. It was still crazy that it was how Blitzo and Stolas met.
But with that said, Stolas continued to tell the story.
Cash Buckzo had arranged to meet with Paimon, the young Stolas, and the butler in front of their house as Blitzo and his father walked up to them. As Blitzo walked up, Stolas was blushing at his new friend. Blitzo cringed, "Here is your new friend my son, happy birthday," Paimon said, "A friend?" Stolas exclaimed excitedly, "I guess? Hi, uh, I'm Blitzo," Blitzo introduced himself, waving, "I'm Stolas," the owl introduced back, bowing, "It's nice to-" the young prince didn't finish as he was smacked in the back of the head by his father, "Ouch!" he exclaimed, holding his head, "Don't bow to that one! He bows to us. Idiot," the king sneered, pointing at the young owl.
"Oh, right. Sorry, father," Stolas apologized, "I'm so good at daddy-ing!" Paimon said to himself. The two younger versions of Blitzo and Stolas looked at each other.
The two young demons were inside the manor's library, sitting on the floor, surrounded by books. Blitzo was bored as Stolas was excitedly info-dumping about the books in question. Blitzo groanded with boredom, "This is my book on the difference between frogs and toads, there's a lot of differences! And this is my book on plants and herbs! Did you know plants can hear you?" Stolas asked. Blitzo stood up, "Plants are boring! This is all boring stuff!" he complained, raising his hands in the air.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Stolas apologized, looking dejected, "I've never had a friend to share my books with," he said sadly. Blitzo then walked to the young prince and put his hands on the book. He hoped that the plan to steal the items in the manor would work, "You know what would be fun? A game. Let's Play 'Treasure Hunt'," Blitzo offered.
"What's that?" Stolas asked, "It's where we pretend we are pirates and we go around the house collecting all the nicest things and then we throw them out the window!" Blitzo explained, using a feather like a cutlass and throwing a book aside for emphasis. Stolas looked incredulous at the rules of the game, "We…throw them out the window?" he echoed the last part of the sentence, raising his eyebrow, "Yes," Blitzo answered, "Since when did pirates throw things out windows?" Stolas asked with uncertainty, "Since like, the dawn of time. Come on, pirates are always throwing stuff out windows," the imp replied.
"I don't think they had windows," Stolas commented, "What, did a book say that?" Blitzo asked, "Yes, actually," the prince pulled out two books based around pirates, "Several," he added. Blitzo grabbed the books and chucked them away, "Well, in this game we're throwing them out the window. Because, it's fun!" the imp performer cheered, "Well, that's an odd game," he then gasped, "Is this an Imp game?" he asked, grinning mischievously.
"Suuure. Why not?" Blitzo answered, "Well, if it's what you want to play?" Stolas began. Blitzo put his arm around the young owl prince, "Let's do it!" he approved.
The two of them were having their little game, giggling and filling up the bags with many treasures and valuables from around the manor, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Blitzo coaxed, sprinting ahead. Stolas was running behind him, panting a little with exertion. They continued their game and went through different areas, taking things and giggling. They stopped at a chandelier and looked at it with wonder. Blitzo took a piece of it. They played around the chandelier, "Yes!" Blitzo whooped, "Yay!" Stolas cheered.
They then ran by the balcony, giggling all the while. A whistling sound was heard. Blitzo ran up to the edge of the balcony with the bag of treasure in tow. Cash Buckzo popped out from a bush down below and made a "throw to me" gesture. The young imp looked behind him to see Stolas, who was bouncing on a stool, trying to reach another artifact. Blitzo lifted the bag and threw the bag of treasure down to his father, who caught it and ducked back into the bush.
"Blitzo, over here!" Stolas called out. Blitzo ran over to join him.
Outside the manor, the two were by a tree. Stolas was sitting on the roots, studying the grimoire Paimon had given him, while Blitzo was climing it. He reached the branch and fell out, hanging by his tail, "So, what is that? Your diary?" Blitzo asked, "No, this is my new grimoire! It's a spell book! I have to learn it so I can access the living world!" Stolas explained, "The living world? Like the world with humans and stuff? Where the sinners come from?" Blitzo asked with surprise, "Mmhmm," Stolas answered, nodding his head, "That's cool!" Blitzo complimented, "Yes! I'm supposed to use it to study the sky!" Stolas educated, "Why?" Blitzo asked.
"My dad says I can find prophecies, but I don't really know. But, I'm supposed to, that's what my job will be when I grow up. To join the rest of the Goetia family," Stolas described, "Well, you know what's I'm gonna do when I grow up?" Blitzo quizzed, jumping back into the tree, "I'm gonna run my own circus and I'm gonna be the most famous imp ever and I'll be able to do what I want to do, all day! I'm gonna make so much money and buy myself a big building, with a big office!"
"A big office? For a circus?" Stolas smiled, "Yeah! A big office! Circus business with clowns and horses! And the horses will all have good names like Stapler and Biscuit Queen," Blitzo ventured, his eyes glimmering. Stolas couldn't help but giggle at such a goal. But he hoped one day, Blitzo could accompolish such a feat, "I'm sure you will. That sounds like a good business," Stolas mused, "Yeah! And, if you want to apply, I'll hire you. Maybe," Blitzo offered.
Stolas chuckled, "You'll hire me?" he asked, "Yeah, if I feel like it," Blitzo answered, "Well, I hope I qualify!" Stolas giggled, "You'd be a good boss," he continued. Blitzo fell out of the tree, "You say that with sarcasm, but I totes would," Blitzo declared. The two boys laughed together under the tree in the night sky.
Momo smiled at this. Though a bit sad things didn't go through after that considering the present day, "Well damn, I actually do wonder what would've happened if Blitzo continued his circus goal," he wished.
"Yeah," Stolas agreed, "And that whole treasure hunt thing, I bet you got into trouble for that," Momo replied, "Yeah I most certainly did," Stolas chuckled, waving his hand good-naturedly, "I mean it's true what they say, kids will be kids,"
Momo chuckled too. Before Stolas continued, he asked if he could find a drink at the fridge, to which Stolas said he could help himself. Momo came back seconds later with some wine. A bit of a compromise since the oni didn't think Stolas knew what sake was.
It was then that Stolas' mood changed. The samurai knew where this was going next, "And unfortunately, our friendship was too good to last. This, in my adulthood, is where the troubles began," Stolas revealed. This was where the yakuza learned more about Stella. And something that to this day would begin to haunt him.
25 years later...
Stolas, now as the full prince of the Goetia woke up, looking dejected. He groaned as he put his hands on his face. The stress of having to deal with Stella after having been through a non-negotiable, arranged marriage had taken a toll on him. Not helping the fact that his wife had been a completely cruel queen to him. He got dressed in his robe, went to his boudoir, and took a bottle of pills. He went down to the library and opened up his grimoire. Unbeknownst to the prince, Blitzo appeared from behind the window. He sees the magic floating out of the book. He tried to pull the window open to get inside. Stolas closed the book and walked away, not noticing Blitzo who fell off the window.
In the kitchen, the sounds of Stella complaining could be heard as Stolas checked on a sleeping Octavia, the precautionary heir to the Goetia family. He strolled into the kitchen where Stella was having a loud phone call, "I know still being married isn't a big enough occasion. But, to be fair, it's no picnic being married to a boring stiff like Stolas," Stella replied. The way she said the prince's name sounded like she was saying, "stole ass."
Stolas took a kettle and grabbed himself a cup before pouring himself a drink. Upon hearing his name, Stolas looked as though he wanted to say something, but Stella held up her index finger as if to say, "Hold on. On the phone."
Stolas walked away to the kitchen table to drink his morning coffee. He used his magic to open up and hold a newspaper in front of him. It read in front of him, "Not Divorced: Anniversary Party! Couples only."
"Stella, what in Hell is this?" Stolas asked, "Ugh, Stolas. You know I like throwing parties. Plus, it's true, so you know you can come if you want," Stella offered, flipping her hair feathers and walking away with the butler. Stolas stared at her as she walked away, taking a drink of his morning beverage.
Minutes later, Stella and Stolas were at a fancy party. The prince was drinking wine out of a goblet. Guests were standing, conversing, and dancing. Stella is with her two bird friends. Stella cackled out loud, "No! Stolas is terrible in bed! I swear to fuck, he just lays there staring at the wall, and I have to do everything! It's embarrassing!" she jeered, sighing, "I'm glad one egg fell out of me, so I could stop pretending to want to fuck his scrawny twig ass," she continued, taking a loud sip and laughed louder with her friends, throwing the glass behind her.
Stolas was within earshot range. He had heard everything she said, much to his displeasure. Under him, a banner had proclaimed, "Not Divorced!" as Stella and her friends walked away laughing, before she looked directly at him, "What a pathetic fucking man," she insulted. Stolas made an angry owl snarl. He caught the attention of the butler, "Do you have anything stronger than this?" Stolas asked, "We have absinthe, your highness," the waitstaff offered. Stolas put the wine glass on the tray and took a skewer of mice, "Bring me all of it," the prince ordered, eating the skewer in one bite.
Though muffled, Stolas could hear Stella continue to be a pest as usual, "Poor people! Ugh, I'm so glad that they're not allowed into this thing. I don't want them anywhere near me," she laughed, "Can you imagine if you didn't have money?" she added, laughing derogatorily. A different waiter brought Stolas a tray with a tiny shot glass and a green bottle of absinthe. The waiter poured a shot, but Stolas took the green bottle and chugged it.
"Stolas, sir?" a voice called out. This caused the owl prince to choke and spit out his drink, "I'm fine," he sputtered. He then sees two hellhound guards holding a familiar imp up between their arms, "We caught this nasty imp trying to sneak into your chambers, what should we do with him?" one hellhound asked. The imp smiled nervously. It seemed Stolas recognized the imp. Could it be? Was it Blitzo? He had to be sure. Where was he this whole time?
"Into my chambers, really? Oh, well. That is, concerning," Stolas said, clearing his throat, "Leave him to me, I will handle him accordingly," he ordered, blushing.
The two hellhounds looked at each other and shrugged before they dropped the imo, "Follow me, imp," Stolas dictated. As Blitzo followed, he glared around the room.
The two passed by a hallway Blitzo looked at the three big portraits on the wall. The first was Stolas when he was a teen, holding a mirror that had Paimon on it. The second seemed to represent Stolas and Stella's wedding day, both of them looking unhappy. Stolas was even holding the grimoire. And the third was of Stolas happily smiling and holding a young Octavia in his arms. They seemed to be in space as he used his powers for them to play together.
"Look, I didn't mean to interrupt your whatever party. I was just trying to-" the imp stammered before Stolas interrupted, "Don't bother with excuses, I know why you were here," the owl said, "You do?" Blitzo cringed. The Goatia lead Blitzo into a dark private room and closed the door behind them, "Yes, you are here to ravish me, weren't you~?" Stolas said, posing against the closed door, "Uhhhhhh, you?" Blitzo asked in confusion.
"Why else would you be breaking into my room? You could've asked to visit you know, it's been a long time, but I have a very good memory," Stolas humored the imp. He clapped his hands and the room's candles began to light up, "Oh, yeah," Blitzo answered. He then saw Stolas' grimoire on the top most shelf. He seemed to have tried to sneak in earlier for something regarding the book. He had a smirk on his face as he decided to play into Stolas' fantasies to get closer to it.
"Well, you know, I figured since you're a prince and all it might just be easier to scale the walls and slip on in," Blitzo flirted, wiggling his eyebrows at Stolas, "Certainly is easier than going through your fucking staff..." he mumbled, "One would think you might be here for nefarious reasons, if you are sneaking in during the cover of night," Stolas swooned, "Well, I wanted to crash the party, and it's always more fun you know to make an entrance," Blitzo bragged, "I recall how you enjoy making an entrance!" Stolas reminded. They walked to the couch and sat down together.
"So, over two decades since I last saw you. Are you still a circus clown?" Stolas asked. Blitzo couldn't help but laugh, "Oh. No, not anymore. No, I kill people now," he answered flatly. This revelation made Stolas nervous, "Oh," he laughed nervously, "How afraid should I be?" he asked.
Blitzo glanced at the grimoire and then back to Stolas, "Well, I mean-how afraid do you want to be?" Blitzo asked, his voice changing from flat to seductive as his fingers intertwined with the princes'. Stolas got a little flustered and confused, maybe like this as a joke Blitzo was unexpectedly taking seriously, "Oh! Um, well. I, uh…You know, I was teasing. I don't really-"
"Yeah, you seem pretty tense," Blitzo said seductively as he was crawling towards the Goetia, "How about I... help you out there?"
"Umm..." Stolas was getting nervous as he blinked. He began to nervously run away from the couch and Blitzo fell to the floor.
"You know. This is, um, getting a wee bit… Is it hot? I'm starting to feel it getting very hot..." Stolas stammered before Blitzo slammed him against the bookshelf, causing it to shake, "Oh! What are you doing? I barely remember your name!" Stolas exclaimed. The grimoire wiggled and then fell to the floor. The imp watched and then utilized the ladder to pull Stolas into a dip, trying to get closer to the book, "It's Blitzo," the imp introduced.
Blitzo's tail begins to pull the book closer to him, "Didn't it have an "o" at the end, like a clown name? I remember -" At the mention of it being a clown name, they tripped and Stolas stumbled back, hitting his bed. The grimoire slid right by it. Blitzo then pinned Stolas onto the bed, "Yeah, well. It's silent now, 'kay? So, call me... Blitzo," the imp flirted.
The Goetian prince squirmed backwards further up the bed, pursued by Blitzo. So...it appeared that the imp was the one from 25 years ago after all, "Okay, Blitzo, what are you doing to me?" he asked, "What do you want me to do to you?" Blitzo cooed. Stolas began, but then he was looking in the direction of the shelf. Blitzo realized that Stolas was about to see that the grimoire was missing and then bit down on Stolas' neck as a distraction. The owl prince uttered a moan of pleasure, "Oh my fuck! Oh, wow!" he moaned. He was setting at this. He let out another moan and fell backwards into his bed, "You are so forward, Blitzo! Oh! What are we doing?" he asked, sitting up.
Blitzo was trying to pick up the grimoire. Noticing the Goetian getting up, he jumped and pinned him back down, "N-no! Stay down, dammit," Blitzo dictated, "Oh?! So, you like to command? You like to be in charge, hm?" Stolas swooned, "Yeah, I sure do," the imp answered. He reached for the book as Stolas turned on his stomach and bounced Blitzo on his rear, pulling him away from the grimoire, "Oh, so you're a kinky little imp, aren't you? Do you like it when I talk dirty to you? I want you to *** me with your *** imp *** get it all the way *** get it all the way through me, you ***!" Stolas commanded, feeling the hot air.
Blitzo, unamused, turned Stolas' head around 180 and covered his mouth, "Ew, stop it," he said plainly, "Yes, if that's what Blitzy wants," Stolas swooned. The imp then ripped a piece of cloth from the bed poster, first blindfolding him so that Stolas wouldn't see the grimoire being stolen, "Blitzy, Oh, my! Yeees!" Stolas cried out in pleasure. Blitzo then tied the prince's hands and feet to the bed, "Oh, I've never had anyone want me this way!" the prince chirped.
With the prince now unable to move, the former clown proceeded to grab the book and started to head towards the balcony to make his escape. As he did so, he heard Stolas speak, "You have no idea how long I've craved this kind of passion, and how much it means that the one who wants me is ... my first ever friend!" Stolas cheered. Blitzo stopped and looked back between the Goetia and the back of his grimoire. Perhaps maybe they do desperately have some catching up to do. He then sighed to himself, "Alright, fine. I can do this real fast,"
The morning after "real fast"...
The next morning, Stolas awoke to a thud outside. In his robe, he went over to see what the commotion was, "Sorry, I fucked your husband," he heard Blitzo say plainly. Stolas saw that Blitzo had landed on the cake where Stella and her friends were outside. They were drenched in their own tea. Blitzo then scrambled off with the grimoire. The look on Stella's face, she was furious, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, STOLAS?!" Stella screeched, slamming her teacup on the ground.
And evil grin appeared on Stolas' face, "THAT was the sound of a FUCKING DIVORCE!" he declared, tearing the celebratory "Not Divorced! banner just to say "Divorced" and laughed with the sound of triumph. He hoped that things would get better with Stella out of the way.
Or so he thought...
Momo had slammed the wine cup on the ground, mostly because Stella had not been a good wife AT ALL. His mask changed to red. But he spoke in a way of tranquil fury, "That fucking whore..." he muttered to himself.
"And now here we are. I hoped that things would bring happy tidings after Blitzo came back into my life. But alas...I guess it was never meant to be," Stolas lamented. He got up from the couch and walked upstairs, with Momo following behind him. He went to the dressing room and took some pills. Afterwards, he turned on his phone and scrolled through his photos, which were a series of pictures of Blitzo and/or things related to Blitzo. Stolas then began to sing.
Stolas: Owl in a cage
You show your age
Your sweetness has run foul
Without a change you're lost, exhausted
By your time on stage
Stolas then swung his cape and Momo watched him use his powers for presentation as he sang. The yakuza saw in his voice and eyes that the burdensome baggage he was carrying we beginning to destroy him. The great prince of the Goetia, starved of friendship, joy, and above all else, love.
Stolas: Then you walked in my room
And like sparks in the dark
Life was suddenly thrilling and new
What between you and I
Just a comfortable lie
I'm the fool who believes when you look in my eyes
Stolas then took a book which had something to do with the king of lust, Asmodeus. He flipped the pages that mentioned Asmodean Crystals. As he sang, he tossed the book aside and went outside the balcony.
Stolas: Prince, all alone, upon your throne
Your power is so frail
You raise your voice
You have no choice
Inside your gilded jail
Momo followed outside. He looked at the prince. He felt sorry and wished he could do more to help. Suddenly, he heard footsteps followed by a familiar voice. One that made the oni's mask turn red with rage.
"The fuck are you doing?" the voice demanded. It was Stella. After learning everything from Stolas about what Stella did to him, the oni clicked, as if he wanted to attack. He turned to the swan, his eyes blazing, "Reflecting," Stolas answered, not looking back, "Well, stop. It's annoying to hear you screeching your silly woes all the time," Stela then looked at Momo, "And you? What are you doing here with this embarrassment?" she sneered.
"How dare you..." Momo growled. He made demonic growling sounds. He fought to control his temper as Stolas turned to face his wife, "Why are you still here? You leave with Via on weekends, but then you stay around the house despite everything," he asked, "I like tormenting you. I want to keep reminding you of what you did," Stella mocked. Momo had his hands on his scimitar, looking ready to attack, "Korosu," he muttered.
"I know what I did," Stolas argued, "I would feel bad if I hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that. You and I were arranged for one reason; to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family, nothing more. I tried so many years to make it comfortable for us; to have this family, but it was never enough. The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty was for that girl to have a normal life," Stolas then stopped himself. He knew what he said next could bring out the consequences, but after everything he endured, he was done with Stella, "I cannot do this anymore. I want you out. Now," Stolas demanded.
"What do you mean, out?" Stella growled, "I mean out! Out of this palace, out of my life! We are getting THE DIVORCE!" Stolas shot back. Stella's face twisted in anger at this, "How dare you?!" she growled, stepped forward as Stolas shrunk back, looking slightly frightened, "What do you think the rest of the Goetia family will think?" she asked. Her hand moved towards Stolas to backhand his face and mentioned the name Andrealphus. But Stolas caught her hand before it hit his face and cut her off, "I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks! And the only thing the Goetia family wanted from our marriage is already 17. So, it's over! I'm DONE!" he declared.
Stella stared intensely before moving for another strike. This time her other hand caught by the other true friend that Stolas had ever had: Momo Tengan. The yakuza's face mask changed to black, signifying unadulterated rage. His growls becoming more demonic, "What are you doing?! Are you really gonna risk your own hide to protect this bastard?! What about protecting the Goetia family?!" she screeched, surprised that someone would stick up for Stolas, "I AM protecting the Goetia family...from you," Momo said, his rage clouded in a cold tranquility, "And I don't care what the rest of the Goetia thinks. I'm helping Stolas do something he should've done a LONG time ago; standing up to you." he added, putting a slash mark with her scimitar claw on Stella's shoulder which grazed it, enough to tell her to back off. He could see in her eyes that if he killed her now, he would be nothing but a political killer. The oni glared at Stella and uttered a final word to get the message, "Get out..."
Seeing as she was outnumbered and no longer had power of Stolas, Stella pulled her hands away in silent rage, "Fine. I have no desire to stay in the place of a traitorous embarrassment. You have fallen from what little grace you had, and I know you'll pay for it," she said smirking before turning to Momo one last time, "And you...best watch yourself I'll make sure you grovel at our feet," Stella warned, "Jibun wa fac suru," Momo responded, flipping her off. Not once did Stella look back.
After Stella left, Stolas sighed and collapsed on the ground, looking at the night sky, pondering whether he made the right choice. Momo's mask that had switch back to blue, patted his back, "I know that there will consequences ahead. But I'm willing to risk my life to ensure Stella can't push you around anymore. No matter what anyone says, you did the right thing," Momo comforted him. Stolas looked up at the oni, "Are you sure?" he asked.
Momo nodded, "Right before Orochi had betrayed us, I learned one thing from him that I will treasure. Everyone deserves to choose for themselves," he said. Stolas sighed. Perhaps since someone other than Blitzo came into his life, he had a second friend. Momo then stepped on the railing, "I must be heading home now...take care sensei," the samurai said, bowing and then jumping off, leaping from building to trees out of sight.
Stolas continued to then look solemnly up into the sky. He only hoped the two can make things right again. For Octavia's sake.
And now...words uttered by Momo in Japanese...
Kuso - shit/damn
gomenasai - sorry
shizuka ni suru - keeping quiet/shutting up
korosu - kill
jibun wa fac suru - go fuck yourself
Welcome to the end of the chapter. I'm not sure whether this was a good idea, but this sounded better in my head. What do you guys think? Also forgive the censor beeps there. I didn't know what Stolas was saying so...
So by the time I've written this, three episodes of Season 2 have just been released. Can't wait to write the chapters based on them.
Keep on rocking, sinners.
