In Andrealphus's manor, Stella was no longer throwing a tantrum and she was butterly sipping some tea on the couch. Curious, Andrealphus peaked to see why his ill-tempered sister was in such a calm mood today.
"Hmm." He sat with his younger sister. "You're in a rather good mood today, my dear sister." He said in his suave voice. "May i ask: why you are in a good mood?"
after she was done sipping her tea cup, Stella replied as she looked at her pompous brother "well i had time to think. Fucking a butler's face or just fucking killing a servant to blow off some steam will get me nowhere. Besides, this kind of solitary confinement is only temporary, along with losing my assets."
Smiling, Andrealphus said: "that's my girl. I kept telling you that you being punished by Lucifer is only a temporary setback. And you do remember my plan, do you?"
"Of course. I do remember the plan involving Lincoln and Octavia. Restoring the boy's royal ancestry to its former glory for pur benefits." Stella smiled
"And make us the richest people in all of Hell." Andrealphus had his devious smile on his face.
"So rich that every Goetia will adore and envy us... well, mostly envy us."
"either way, we will be the richest people in Hell for sure, my fiery Vixen. The gowns are just about ready for them to try on for... the ceremony."
"I'll be sure to bring in the... guests, willing or unwilling." Stela smiled some more.
"Though i have a feeling Lincoln will be go along with this willingly." Her brother pointed.
"Of course I know that!" Stella sounded impatient but kept her composure in a few seconds. "Everyone has a weakness. Regardless of their gender or race. Lincoln is no exception."
"Hahaha! Stella, i love your thinking."
Lincoln and Clyde were having a time at Clyde's house. His dads were there to always make sure that their guests were as comfortable as possible. "I hope you ladies are enjoying these brownies Clyde made." Harold sang.
"Hmm, delicious." said Octavia.
"Yeah really good." said Loona. "The nuts were a good idea, twerp." She then gave Clyde a few gentle pats on the head
"Can we offer anything for you to drink?" Asked Howard
"Do you have any champagne here?" Asked the disguised hellhound.
"Heavens no!" Harold answered. "This is an alcohol-free house."
"Aww. Teetotaler." Loona pouted
"Loona, be nice." Lincoln scolded her
"Fine, what kind of drinks do you have?"
"Cranberry juice, apple juice, orange juice, soda,"
"Just give me whatever soda you have." Loona nodded her head.
"Can you say the magic word?" Said Howard. "It is mandatory to say the magic word if you ask for something you want."
Making a small growl, Loona said: "Ok, what i mean to say is: can i have a soda please?"
"coming right up, Loona." Howard smiled.
"So how is your nana doing, Clyde?" Octavia couldn't help but ask. she noticed her best human friend frown.
"Well she is pulling through, but she's... not gonna be able to walk properly for a long time." Clyde admitted. "But she's staying strong. That anyeurism did a number in her brain. But it takes time." Octavia frowned hearing the news of Clyde's grandmother and how she is struggling. But she then smiled, knowing that Clyde will be alright in this turn of event. Being Clyde's grandmother, who knows how long Nana Gayle has got in her?
"At least she's doing alright." Octavia said encouragingly
"Right." Clyde smiled.
"So Lincoln, you said you are going to do this secret... Sandy?" asked Loona. "What do you call it?"
"Secret Santa?" said Lincoln. "When Christmas gets near."
"Ah. We can talk about it after we're done here." Lincoln said. "You know, in private?"
"Right." Loona realized.
As soon as the four enjoyed their time, Via got a rather weird text. "Hmm? What's this?"
"What is it, Octavia?" Clyde asked curiously
"It's Uncle Andre. He says he wants to talk with me, and Lincoln."
The white-haired boy got a confused look himself. "Hmm? That is weird."
"What's this all about?" asked Harold.
"No idea." Lincoln admitted, "But it sounds suspicious. Octavia's uncle is... shady, and her mom is... overly-dramatic."
"That would be an understatement to describe my mum." Octavia rolled her eyes. "But yeah, you guys don't have to worry about them. They're not completely vile. So come on, Lincoln. Let's see what they want."
"Whoa whoa whoa, i'm coming with you guys just in case." Loona looked suspicious.
"Well you kids have fun." said Howard.
"Huh, we'll try." said Clyde. The four exited the McBride residence and they made it back to Lincoln's place, in the garage with the door down. Asking for Blitzo to open a portal for the four, it took about a few minutes to open. Setting foot in Hell, Blitzo was waiting for them in his office
"Hey hey hey! What' the word?" said the imp.
"Nothing new." Andrealphus wants a word with her niece." Loona rolled her eyes as she transformed back into her normal form
"Ooh. After what happened? I wouldn't trust them."
"That's why i'm gonna tag along with these knuckleheads here just in case those Goetia fucks try anything funny." the hellhound said. "No offense Via, but... your mom is a bitch."
"How can i possibly be offended by that? After what she had done to Clyde," she crossed her arms in anger at Stella, "I agree with you wholeheartedly on that statement."
"If those two try any more funny business, you let me know. OK, Loony?"
"Yeah yeah. Got it, Blitzo." said the female hellhound, sounding slightly annoyed. "Come on guys. Let's see what this is all about."
At the Ice Palace
Lincoln and Clyde were given winter gear for the coldness of the interior of Andrealphus' Ice chateau, and Octavia opened the door with a frown. "Ah, Via. Welcome back, my dear." Andrealphus walked up to her, looking happy to see her niece. "Always a pleasure to see you again, sweetheart."
"The fuck do you want, chicken hips?" said Octavia with her arms crossed in a curt voice
The marquis looked offended and said: "Excuse me, Chicken Hips? I am not a chicken!"
"Well, technically, peacocks are in the same family as chickens are." Clyde pointed.
"Ha! And he didn't even have to fucking look it up!" Loona boasted, clearly enjoying making fun of Andrealphus. Sure she loved making fun of Moxxie but this was a whole new level of pleasure for the female hellhound. It was like bullying done right.
Andrealphus got mad but kept his cool since he didn't want to look like his bitchy sister. "Look, i know you are still infuriated with the whole Friendship Pact your mother pulled off. But I had nothing to do with it. I kept telling her not to over and over again, but she would not listen to me since i know how much Clyde means to you. Anywho enough of that. We have some special for you and Lincoln. I know you will love it."
Walking to the living room where Stella was waiting for them both. "Ah, I see you brought some guests." Stella said.
"What do you want?" said Lincoln
"Well Lincoln, you may not believe me if I tell you this, but: this is the luckiest day of your life. Same thing with you, sweetie." Stella gave them a warm smile.
"I... don't know what you mean by that." said Octavia.
"Come, i want to show you something." Stella got off the couch and showed the four upstairs to her bedroom. "Now, close your eyes and do not open them until i say so. AND NO PEEKING!" The four heard the sounds of her pulling out some things from probably her closet and then silence. "Alright, dears, you can open your eyes now!" she sang. The four opened their eyes and Stella sang: "Ta-da!" and showed Lincoln and Octavia what appeared to be a white groom suit and a beautiful white wedding dress.
"What's this?" said Lincoln
"What do you think, my boy?" said Andrealphus with a look of enthusiasm on his peacock face. "Your groom gown and Via's wedding dress for your marriage."
"marriage?!" Said Lincoln and Octavia in unison. They both blushed heavily and looked at one another.
"Yes! You two are going to be a perfect pair." Stella said. "And the wedding day is today! How lucky are you children?"
"Back up. Back up. What's this wedding between me and Lincoln about?" Asked Octavia
"it's simple." Said her uncle. "Since Lincoln comes from royalty, this wedding between you and him can restore his linneage to its former glory. He and his family will have royalty once again, and with a rich Goetia like you marrying that lineage,"
"We will all have popularity, fame, and fortune that will go off the charts than any rich fuck or Goetia living in Hell. You and Lincoln will be immortal and go down in history as the richest couple in Hell."
"Ok, ok. Look, Stella, Octavia's not really my type." Lincoln said. "No offense," he looked nervous at his Goetia friend, worried that he might have hurt her.
"No, no. I'm with you on there Lincoln." Looking back at Stella, she added: "and he is eleven and i am seventeen. Big age gap, mum!"
"Not that big of an age gap." Andrealphus pointed. "Take a look at Cleopatra and Ptolemy for instance. They reigned Ancient Egypt together in it's waining years."
"Yes, but they were related." Octavia had a look of disgust on her face. "And by related, i mean; siblings!"
"Ew." Lincoln said also with a look of disgust. "So let me get this straight. The outfits you guys bought me and Octavia over the months, it was all just a way to groom us for our.. supposed marriage? And..." he realized something "To make you both the richest people in Hell?"
"Not just me and my hot sister. You and Octavia as well."
"And i woudn't call it groom per se." Stella looked innocent. "It is more like; give you the greatest moment of your lives. Think about all the money and riches that will be imposed on you when your bloodlines cross."
"Lincoln, you enjoyed your life of royalty when you and your entire family spent time in Scotland in your ancestral home." Andrealphus put gentle hands on the boy's shoulders. "You can control Hell with your liking and have anything your want and more. You will go down in history for your fame and status. Someone who can be the most special kind of person on Earth and in Hell. All the girls loving you."
Thinking about this, Lincoln was wondering about being a king of Hell with anything he can ever want. "Don't listen to him, Lincoln!" said Clyde. "You don't want to be an evil king!"
"Evil?" said Stella. "Clyde, my dear, he would not be an evil king, given his benevolent nature."
"He would if all the power goes to his head over time, bitch!" Loona insulted her. "Should have known that there was something shitty in the air. You two cunts can't be trusted after all!"
Stella got angry and clenched her fists. "Who are you calling a cunt you ass-licker!?" she screeched as she was about to kill the female hellhound. Her level-headed brother stopped her however with his hands holding her on her arms.
"Peace, my dear sister." said the marquis. "Just remember Loona's... emotional problems." reluctantly listening to her big brother, Stella took a breath and gave the hellhound one last scowl before looking at her daughter and Lincoln. "Come now, Lincoln. What do you say?"
"No fucking way!" said Octavia. "There is no way in Hell, no pun intended, That i am marrying Lincoln!" then she looked at the human boy. "Don't take this the wrong way though."
"You're right Octavia. I'm with you." to Stella and Andrealphus, he pointed: "I'm not marrying Octavia. Not even for a million dollars, or even one billion dollars!" then he turned his back on them with his arms crossed, making Andrealphus and Stella scowl at him and his boldness. "And there is nothing you can do to make me."
"Or me!" Via crossed her arms also. "You motherfuckers can just blow yourselves."
"You dare to talk like that to me?!" Stella screeched again. "Young lady, I should have a good mind to-"
"Remember plan B, Stella." Andrealphus reminded her.
Having a worried look on his face, Lincoln asked: "What do you mean plan B?"
Andrealphus had a wicked smile on his face and whistled with his two fingers. The sound of many muffled screams were heard and to Lincoln's shock, it was Striker pulling in a wagon that he was pushing that was carrying Lincoln's own sisters all bound and gagged! Even Lily was bound and gagged with tape and rope
Lincoln gasped and said: "Striker?!"
"Did ya miss me?" said the assassin's cowboy.
"No, not really." said Lincoln. "Don't worry guys! I'll save you!" then he felt himself being restrained by Andrealphus reaching a long right arm against him
"Ah ah ah!" the marquis sang as Striker pulled one of his guns at the captured sisters. "I wouldn't try anything. I knew you would be stubborn about this, and i never wanted to do this, but i know your weakness. Are your sisters' lives important to you more than anything?"
His bound and gagged sisters continued pleading and screaming. "This has nothing to do with them!" Lincoln said. "Nothing at all!"
"Look, it is the only way to make you listen, dear." said Stella. "We are doing you a very big favor in your life."
"I told you that i don't want my royalty back to it's former glory. Times have changed!"
"On Earth, yes." said Andrealphus. "But Hell? Not so much."
Lincoln realized how truly wicked these two Goetias are, and looked at his sisters. "I suggest you do what he says, boy." said Striker. "Unless you want all of your sisters to have bullets in their heads."
The boy didn't know what to do, then Loona attacked Andrealphus with the intent to maul his face off, but then he kicked her off him sjd froze most of her body with his ice powers (except for her head) and Stella promptly muzzled her. "Loona!" Lincoln exclaimed
"guys, please don't do this Octavia pleaded with her mother and her uncle.
"Now now, Octavia. This will be beneficial for all of us." Said Stella.
Realizing that there was no way out of it this time, Lincoln had no choice but to forcibly wed Via. The princess realized the same thing and bowed their heads in sadness.
"I'll... do whatever you want. Just don't hurt my sisters."
"Lincoln-"
"No Clyde. I have to do this. I don't want you to get hurt too."
Suddenly, Lola's duct tape fell off and said: "dOn't donit Lincoln, you're stronger than this! You're stringer than this! Just put these crazy chickens in their- Agh!" She felt her face slapped by Striker.
"Shut up!" Said the serpentine demon. "Or next time it will be a hammer."
"I knew you would see things our way, sweetie." said Stella. "Now we will give you thirty minutes to put these on and prepare for the coronation."
"And there's no use trying to run." Andrealphus smiled. "For Striker will be guarding the front doors."