He had been expecting a quiet weekend.

For with Blitzy being absorbed in his work, and Stella no longer around to cause an argument, Stolas had been hoping to spend the next few days simply by spending time his beloved daughter.

Via had understandably been upset when she learned that her parents were finally having the long-delayed divorce. Even with his thankfully acknowledged efforts to make it plain that she was the most important person in his life.

So he had planned for their weekends to merely be spent relaxing, and doing whatever it was she wanted to do.

It had been an emotionally distressing experience, but he had learned his lesson following their trip to Loo Loo Land after all.

Only problem was, reality at times failed to live up to his expectations.

In all honesty, he should have foreseen this given Stella's efforts to further distance herself from her 'Imp loving loser of an ex-husband'.

But that still didn't lessen his anger at her sudden demand to pack up all of her remaining possessions and ship them to her brother's place.

Especially since she had the nerve to try and boss him around without being physically present.

"You better make sure you send me everything that's mine Stolas! I will not stand for your usual incompetence!"

However, now that his Owlette was grown up, he felt no need to show the usual restraint he employed while dealing with Stella's attitude.

"Well maybe you wouldn't have had to worry about your precious possessions if you hadn't abandoned them like you did our marriage!"

That was a low, and technically incorrect blow since, as far as he knew, he was the first one to seek comfort in the arms of another.

But since his insult had earned the response he had been hoping for, he didn't honestly care

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY STOLAS?!"

And it was at this point that he channeled the sass that he so admired in his Imp Lover.

"Nothing that you haven't heard before you shrill-voiced harpy. Though considering the auditory level of your shrieking, I wouldn't be surprised if you're hearing has gone the same way as your looks."

Again an incorrect statement since his ex-wife was still a beautiful woman, even if he her personality had long since quenched any desire to bed without extra stimulation.

But again, he didn't care.

Or at least he didn't until he was reminded of the sole reason why he had ever tolerated such abuse in the first place.

"Dad? What's going on?"

Sighing as he turned to face his daughter, and covering the phone in an attempt to keep the conversation private, Stolas answered his Owlette's question.

"Your Mother has decided to finally remove the last vestiges of her presence from the house. And between you and I, she is being totally B-I-T-C-H about it."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME!?"

Frowning in regret, if only because his failure to adequately cover the phone had resulted in Stella's intruding of what had previously been a private moment between him and their daughter, Stolas quickly responded to his former wife's question.

"Well perhaps if you learned to do more than screech at people, I wouldn't have thought you incapable of spelling."

Moving the phone away so as not to be rendered death from the barrage of screeching insults, Stolas felt his expression morph into one of mild confusion as his daughter tried to gain his attention.

"So…does that mean that your busy for the rest of the day?"

Sighing at his daughter's disappointed tone, though he was curious as to why it was more depressed than usual, the robe-wearing Goetia gave his answer.

Wishing that it was different.

"I'm sorry Octavia, but I'm afraid so. I'll try to speed things up, but even if I didn't care about the condition of your mother's things it would still take until the late hours of the evening to make sure that she had everything."

His answer causing his daughter to slump in disappointment, Stolas tried to come up with something to restore her spirits.

Only to once again be pulled into another screaming match with his ex-wife.

He knew that his daughter was hurt by these exchanges. And he would have to beg for forgiveness afterwards.

But despite the truce they had enjoyed thanks to Blitzy's involvement in the bedroom, which coincidentally had been brought about by a child who made it clear that he preferred his method of teaching instead of the one practiced by Stella and her brother, even if he couldn't deny the value of what he was taught, this was a long time coming.

He had only ever held himself back by his desire to give their daughter the semblance of a normal childhood.

But now that she was of age, he would gladly vent the many years of frustration that had been building up ever since he had learned of his father's demand to sire a 'precautionary heir' to the Goetia family.

He wouldn't trade his Owleltte's existence in his life for anything.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't occasionally fantasize about her egg coming from a more agreeable marriage partner.

Or at the very least having a different motherly figure to call upon during her childhood.

….

As the most professional member of I.M.P., Moxxie should have been horrified at the scene that was currently playing before his eyes.

But since said scene had been caused by a desire that he had long since tried to convince his employer to bring about, he could only sit back and watch the resulting argument.

Happily munching on the popcorn that had been conjured by his equally interested son.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

It was petty, but given the amount of shit Blitzo put him through, the bow tie-wearing Imp merely smiled as he watched his employer try and reason with the visibility enraged Hellhound.

"Now…Now sweetie, I'm just saying you could change your attitude to…"

"WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH MY ATTITUDE?!"

Instinctively ducking as another piece of furniture got thrown around the room, for even if Harry was currently using his magic to shield them some habits were just too ingrained to ignore, Moxxie flashed Blitzo an encouraging thumbs up in order to motivate the Imp to continue with a conversation that was long over due.

"Wel…Well Loona, its just that you could stand to be more of a people person."

Which was putting it mildly in his opinion.

He wasn't blind to the fact that Loona was an attractive woman, although to him everybody paled in comparison to his beloved Millie.

But a good-looking secretary meant nothing if she was unable to do her job.

Especially if she threatened to rip the head off of anybody who dared to annoy her.

With only one exception.

"But doesn't her overall attitude ensure that people know not to mess with us?"

While his son's observation was technically correct, it was nevertheless incomplete.

But since Loona was shooting Harry a look that indicated that she appreciated his support, he held his tongue so as to not become the latest target for her frustrations.

His wife on the other hand lacked such restraint.

"Ya gotta remember Sweetie that we first need people to hire us to do a job in the first place. We can mess people up for refusing to pay us, but sadly we can't do the same when they refuse to hire us."

Though their canine coworker growled in irritation at this use of common sense, Millie was thankfully spared from anything worse thanks to Blitzo's crappy timing.

"Which is why it wouldn't kill you to smile more Looney. Yeah it might encourage some perverts into thinking they have a shot into your pants, but at least they'd stick around long enough so we can try and make some money off of it."

"….did you just call me a prostitute?"

He didn't care how much his boss regularly irritated him.

The glare that Loona was currently sending his way was enough to make him almost wish that he hadn't reminded Blitzo of his promise to 'comment' on Loona's work ethic.

Almost.

"N..now Looney, I didn't mean it like tha HOLY SHITFUCK!"

Making a mental note to increase his son's allowance, not that he really needed it anymore since his birth parents had willed him a fortune, for it was becoming obvious that Harry would be spending the rest of the afternoon magically repairing everything Loona had destroyed in her temper tantrum, the next words out of Moxxie's mouth reflected his true feelings on his coworker's attempt to murder her adoptive father/employed.

"Please pass the popcorn."

….

While she was still committed to her plan, the poorly disguised teenage Goetia could nevertheless still feel some sense of regret as she waited to make her move.

It wasn't because she was concerned about hurting her father's feelings. For he had made it plain that he prioritized screaming at her mum more than he did her.

Nor was it because this act of teenage rebellion would probably cause her friend to suffer the wrath of her relatives once they learned of his loosely connected role in her escape. If only because she knew he would simply treat it as well-deserved payback for what he put her through with that whole aging potion fiasco.

No, her current feelings of remorse was caused by the simple fact that her timing sucked.

She had known that the management style of her father's lover was, to put it nicely, chaotic. But she could have never anticipated that it would result in her waiting for two hours before the constant yelling and smashing of objects came to an end.

It had been tiring to use her magic for that long, but since she didn't want to risk discovery until she got her hands on her dad's grimoire, she had found the necessary willpower to maintain the basic invisibility spell until she was certain that she could make her move.

Of course, she doubted that she would have enough magic to shift into her human disguise, but considering her destination was supposed to be low on people, she didn't view it as a big deal.

But first, she would have to get her hands on her dad's magic book.

….

Doing her best not to growl as she was the target of more than one look of concern, for the last thing she wanted was to get into yet another conversation about her so-called 'attitude problem', Loona did what she always did when she wanted to make it clear that she didn't give a fuck.

Break out the latest issue of Hellhound monthly and use her phone to find the latest online sensation.

Though sadly, the usual methods she used to make her job slightly tolerable were unable to banish the feelings of anger, embarrassment, and sadness that she was experiencing after this latest flare-up with her adoptive father.

In all honesty, she understood why he said what he did.

And it wasn't because Moxxie's constant badgering had finally managed to convince him to treat the white haired Imp like his opinion mattered.

She knew that she wasn't the easiest to get along with.

But to be told that she needed a 'slight attitude adjustment', or that she 'shouldn't bite the hands that feed them', well that just dredged up memories she had no desire to relive.

Her time at the Kennel had been the worse experience of her life.

Whether it had been caused by the constant need to defend herself from hounds that were both bigger and stronger than her. Or the fact that the managers of the place, who were members of her kind no less, did nothing to interfere, preferring to spend their time telling her how she would never amount to anything.

It was only blind luck that she hadn't been too bruised up when Blitzo had come to search for, as the Kennel supervisors liked to say, a therapy dog.

Otherwise, with the way things were going, she would have been lucky to last long enough to age out of the program.

Instead, fate had been kind enough to spare the five-year-old hellhound from another 12 years, 6 months, and 13 days in that shit-smelling hell hole.

But she had never forgotten the sleepless nights, the days where she would be lucky if she got more than a few scraps of good, and the constant reminder that she would never be good to anyone.

Which was why she always tended to act violently whenever someone close to her, or anyone really, dared to use language that dredged up memories of that time.

It was probably one the reasons why she had bonded with Harry as quickly as she did.

Two abused orphans, with salvation coming from the most unlikely of sources.

But though she was grateful to Blitzo for what he did, whether it was rescuing her or treating her with the type of love and respect that was rare for her kind, she hated the way he continued to baby her.

She was a grownup Hellhound now.

And that meant that she was perfectly capable of looking after her…

Pulled out of her musings by the unmistakable sound of someone trying to sneak up on her, Loona flashed a brief look of irritation at the one responsible.

Only to go back to her magazine when it was apparent that it was none of her concern.

Of course, later on she would mock the teenage owl for how ridiculous she looked with her head feathers being used as a makeshift mask.

But since she was currently angry at her adoptive father, Loona wouldn't say anything as the poorly disguised Goetia slipped into Blitzo's office.

Though it would be a decision that she would quickly regret as the office was filled with the familiar lights and sounds of a portal being opened.

…..

While he had been grateful that his contract of employment had been with the lord of the manor rather than it's lady, though sadly that hadn't prevented the female Goetia from occasionally treating him like a lawn dart, the Imp Butler nevertheless found himself wishing that he had sought employment elsewhere as he went to deliver Prince Stolas the unfortunate news.

He, and the remaining members of the staff, had spent the past afternoon search every inch of the manor for any sign of their teenaged mistress after they had failed to turn up for lunch.

But after checking the usual hiding places, and seeing no sign of any forced entry, he had sadly concluded that Octavia Goetia had done the stereotypical cry for attention that every child, at least those that loved their parents, did when confronted with the divorce of their parents.

She had run away.

And during a time when her father was already in a rotten mood.

So it was only after he had ensured that his affairs were in order, for he had no doubt that the news would enrage his master to the point where he would kill the messenger, that the Imp butler made his way to his still angry master.

"HA! In your dreams Stella! You may have a claim on some of the more tasteless art works you bought to decorate MY mansion, but my mother's necklace is off limits to you! And if you hadn't been busy guzzling down our wine cellar like a succubus at their first orgy, you would have remembered that any heirlooms from MY side of the family is to be given to our daughter. NOT you!"

Doing his best not to cringe as he heard some of the choice insults that were currently spewing forth from the phone, the butler attempted to gain his master's attention by clearing his throat.

"Um…excuse me your highness, but…"

"In a minute Ronaldo. Whatever you have to tell me will sadly have to wait until I finish my business with the screeching bitch I used to call my wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME STOLAS?!"

Flinching at the clearly audible rage that was present in his ex-mistress's voice, for it usually meant that a servant was going to suffer at least two broken limbs, IF they were lucky, the Butler nevertheless had to admire how his master reacted to this question.

"You know perfectly well what I said Stella. Now, if you don't mind, I have to finish overseeing the final removal of your belongings. Which I point out are as tasteless as you ever were."

Surprised that his master hadn't shattered the phone as he slammed it into its receiver, the Butler felt his unease multiply as all four eyes of his master focused on him.

"Now, what was it you wanted to tell me Ronaldo?"

Tensing himself for what was sure to result in the most painful punishment he had ever experienced, the Imp wasn't sure if he should be grateful for the interruption caused by the ringing telephone, or exasperated.

For on one hand, he disliked the Imp with whom his master was infatuated with. If only because Blitzo was more or less responsible for the increasing abuse the former mistress of the manor had dealt towards her Imp servants.

But on the other hand, the former circus performer was perhaps the only person in Hell, aside from the young mistress, that could instantly break Master Stolas from his moody habits.

Sadly however, due to the master's accidental pressing of the phone's speaker button, the Imp butler was greeted to a sight that made him wish that he hadn't rejected the offer of early retirement.

"Hey Stolas. So, your daughter came by, took your book, and teleported off to who the fuck knows where, and we have no way of getting either of them back, okay?! Okay. Good talk, byeeee".

His master managed to exceed his expectations.

Rather than incinerating everything in his immediate surroundings as he transformed into his full demonic form, the lanky Goetia Prince merely remained rooted to the spot as if he was a statue.

But that moment quickly faded as he allowed his rage to overtake him.

The last thought the butler had before he blacked out from the concussion that had been caused by being magically thrown into the wall was the fact that he was getting off easy.

And that his master's lover was in for a world of trouble

…..

ANNNND I think this is as good a place to end as any.

My intention is to finish this particular 'episode' next chapter…but its possible that it may extend to another one.

Anyway, don't believe I need to go into TOO much detail about this chapter since it's pretty straightforward.

Though to again clarify something, in this story Loona was adopted by Blitzo when she was a puppy. It was a decision I had made before the series revealed that she had been almost 18. Influenced of course by the fan art and fan fics that showcased puppy Loona and Blitzo. But apart from that, have kept her backstory more or less the same. I.e. abusive/neglectful orphanage/pound that she is rescued from by Blitzo.

And as for the nature of the current relationship between Stolas and Stella now that they are divorced, again have decided to keep it similar to the series since the resentment had always been there, their arrangement with Blitzo just being a temporary solution to their issues. Only real difference of course is that Stella's concern for status is motivated by protecting her daughter/awareness of the cut throatness of Hell politics.

As for all the comments that have been made for how Crimson will interact/react to Harry…they have been taken into consideration…but you will have to wait until that particular arc to see which direction I'm going with.

Anyways…hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Plz review.

Til next time.