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Dedication



       I am dedicating this fanfiction to my friend, Marco. Whom over the last 10 years has kept me company. We came up with this idea during an erotic roleplay –after years of not doing one; and nostalgia made me grow fond of this concept. I’m the filthiest when I’m arround you, degenerate. Tell Olee I still love her.
       It is also dedicated to my friends Susan and Mich. Susan occasionally helped me by correcting small errors in this book, and Mich is the only reason I was able to write the second chapter, without you this would still be an idea.
       I also dedicate it to all those who have been angry with the concept that this book touches on, your comments were key into motivating myself to make my imagination fly. Art exists to violate the taboo, challenge the morals of the reader based on an immersive narrative, no matter what it is. Please think about this when reading the novel. In the end this is all fiction.
       Finally, I dedicate it to all who read this, and enjoy it for what it is –a literary work made for fun to explore controversial topics for the sake of enjoying not only reading, but also writing that challenges the status quo and social morality. Thinking will set you free.
       I also dedicate it to the creator of this series, Vivienne Medrano. A very entertaining animated show with infinite potential. I look forward to each new episode.

Epigraph



I'm enamoured by you...
So young and so cool
Thoughts fresh and exciting,
your body intensely inviting.
It's just trouble you'll bring...
is it worth it?...
This fling?
My body trembling...
a mess,
As we quickly undress
I'm consumed.
Pulse is racing.
Deep inside of me...
Aching
Instinct battling sanity...
Decision quickly was made...
I know I shouldn't have stayed.
 
—Antonia Nasi «Taboo»


Preface
       
       
       
       This work came to be for the sake of sensationalism and chaotic fun.
       I hope all who read this can come to understand that regardless of what you believe in, one should be able to step onto danger to explore the depts of the mind and its drive to chaos.
       May your journey lead you towards true virtue.


Prologue



'Ars Goetia (Latin, probably: The Art of Witchcraft)'
       Stolas of Ars Goetia; considered in the human world as a demon that unlike others like him; is not violent in nature, but a tireless seeker of knowledge, with his specialties being geology, astrology and herbalism. A demon prince who commands 26 legions.
       Married to Stella by marriage arrangement at the age of 18 to procreate a provisional heir to the family; he had a daughter who was named after his mother, Octavia.
       But not all the knowledge or power of the underworld taught him what would be the most difficult challenge of his life, running a family.
       A common conclusion in this type of marriage is that conflict is to be expected, it is presented head-on and as if it were its natural habitat; causing chaos at every opportunity that presents.
       Since the goal of this dysfunctional marriage was to bring an heir; Octavia, this union would soon see the end at the hands of Stolas –openly and blatantly cheating on his wife with an imp named Blitzo. This caused tensions between the two –which would culminate in divorce. But what Stolas did not expect is that now it would be his daughter who would bring a new and troublesome problem to their lives.
       Wrap yourself in a story about a father's love, a daughter's fear of abandonment, and an uncanny love that would bring new and difficult experiences to these inexperienced demons.
       In a world where demons are not so different from humans, our morality and the non-existence of it in hell –which is home of all sins, succumbs into chaos, it begs the question: when is it too much?
       Love for our children is unconditional, but who sets the limits of the love that children can have for those who gave them life?

       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
The First Spark



       It was a cold Sunday afternoon, night approaching in a couple of hours. In the warmth of home, Stolas was sitting at his library –a large and decorated place filled with books of all kinds, “Botanicum: Visit our museum”; “Medicinal Plants: The Dioscorides renewed”; “Guide to the Firmament: A walk through the stars”; “A wilder time: Notes from the confines of ice and time”, just to mention a few. Books of all subjects and all perspectives, by human and demon writers, even humans already in hell who continued their quest for knowledge, now with an eternity ahead of them to imbibe information. Stolas found himself reading one of these many books to kill time while his mind flowed like water in a stream, this water crashing against the rocks that was the memory of the past and the changes it had brought to his life, his mind completely fixated on the memories of years where without being aware of it; he was happy.
       Meanwhile a faint fragrance of incense could be smelt, which was decorated by the scent of millions of books.
       The faint sound of pages turning from one to the next.
       Music in the back of the room came from an old turntable that played without fail the sobbing chants of an obscure classical orchestra in time with pain and sorrow, deeply hidden in one’s heart.
       Little by little, in Stolas' mind the memories were advancing chronologically, involuntarily passing quickly through the moments of bitterness; and forcing himself, trying to lengthen his stay in the moments of greatest happiness; striving to remember in depth every detail of those days as an excuse not to leave them, remembering words; taste or aroma hidden within them.
       «Ring Ring» —The phone rang—.
       A pinkish-purple cloud came out of the phone with a thick, billowing consistency, gradually forming the word «Octavia». This made Stolas jump back into himself and his face broke into a smile similar to that of a young child who’s happy to see his mother return home, or from discovering the presents under the Christmas tree in the morning, and as if it had all been the creative imagination of that same child; smells and sounds stopped immediately as he answered, leaving only room for the voice of his little daughter.
       —Via! How wonderful! —Stolas replied in a childish and excited tone—.
       —Yeah –eh… dad, mom is bringing me back home. —Octavia is heard saying through the phone—.
       —Tell that idiot I don't want to bump into one of his filthy imps when we get there!
       Stella was heard interrupting the call in the background, although from her raised tone of voice it could well be believed that she had snatched the phone just to insult him. Yet, the squabbling could be heard at a distant volume:
       —Mom for the love of...
       —It's okay starfire. —Stolas concluded, wishing not to start an argument over the phone—. I'll wait for your arrival, and tell your mother she has nothing to worry about.
       There was no way of knowing what was said next on the other end of the call –for it was only the murmur of shouting between mother and daughter as the call was hung up, but it was enough to draw a sigh from Stolas as he too hung up the phone and fixed his composure by pushing his feathers back into place; putting everything back in order and making his way to the palace’s entrance in order to greet his little daughter. Every time he was with her it was like feeling a warm sensation all over his body, Stolas always felt that there was no love more honest, pure and sincere than the one that emanated from the two of them.
       Outside the palace the sun was beginning to set and the difference between the warmth of home and the cold wind that blew outside, and that I had taken so much trouble to talk about, was evident. Stolas waited patiently outside the front door in his pyjamas –a red dressing gown that he usually wears when he is at home.
       After a few minutes the vehicle in question was heard approaching, an ostentatious vehicle that only caused Stolas to grimace with contempt; not for this quality, but for the owner of this car –a woman who for many years made his life an eternal torture and suffering.
       The car parked in front of him, the back door opened, and Octavia emerged from it with a jaded look on her face; she waved to her father with a brief hand gesture, and let out a small, forced smile as she hurried inside to lock herself in her room again, as had become her habit.
       —Are you coming in as well? —Stolas asked in a serious tone—.
       —I thought you wanted me out, or is it that you already realized that you are a failure, and you need me to make shit work? —Stella replied in a burlesque and pompous tone—.
       It was already known that she took advantage of any opportunity however mediocre it might be; to insult or make fun of him.
       —All your things are still here; I’m inviting you in to see if you start taking them out. — Stolas continued, frowning and speaking in a more aggressive tone of voice.—.
       —I'll pick up my things the same day you stop fucking everything that moves. Deal? —Stella started screaming—. I don't want to come for them and find you showing even more pity.
       —You know, Stella. I’m fascinated by how you keep pretending you care. —Stolas concluded, undeterred by the insults—.
       —Whatever. I'll send someone for my things later; I don't want to arrive and have another imp jump on me; like the day of our anniversary.
       Saying this, Stella signalled her driver to get going. She didn’t plan to spend another second in her ex-husband’s presence.
       —You wished an imp jumped on you... —Stolas muttered to himself with a brief laugh—.
       As the vehicle retreated, Stolas entered his palace while breathing a great sigh of relief.
       You could see on his face how much this simple interaction had exhausted him emotionally; but at last, it was over for the time being.
       He didn't have to wake up every morning next to someone he hates, or endure their mistreatment and constant insults all day, a few minutes of her existence were nothing in comparison. The only thing left was to wait for her to get tired of Octavia or for Octavia to get tired of her and he could achieve complete peace.
       Stolas was ready to go to his room, slowly passing through the corridors; again, admiring everything that brings back beautiful memories. It was not until he passed in front of his daughter's room; that he stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. In his mind flowed joy and love, but also melancholy, guilt and regret.
       On the other side of the door, Octavia was lying on her bed in complete silence, but she was not sleeping –she seemed to be meditating as she used her phone to distract herself. She could hear her father's footsteps approaching and stopping in front of her room, waiting for the moment when he would come through the door and try to make her smile with some light-hearted comment or bad joke –but that moment never came; and she could only see the shadow cast by Stolas' feet. Even to her that time seemed infinite.
       —Come on in, dad. —Octavia finally exclaimed weakly—.
       The door opened slowly, and with some fear as well as a nervous smile, the tousled head of her father was peeking inside, as he was entering the room.
       —How did it go? —Stolas asked, trying to start a conversation—.
       —As good as it can go when you’re with mom. I managed to temporarily deaf myself after an hour of her talking shit about you, the rest of the day I didn't do much. Mainly listening to everyone talk about stupid things. Does she really earn anything for doing this? —Octavia asked—.
       —Well Octavia; your mother knows that I love you and that I hate her, so the fact that I must share parental custody with her, gives her the satisfaction of knowing that I still must put up with her. Also, it gives her the opportunity to shower you with insults about me to try and drive you away. —Stolas replied mockingly—. Just wait until you're 18, then you’ll choose where to be or with whom.
       Stolas moved to sit on the bed with Octavia, taking her hand in the process, caressing her claws lovingly and carefully.
       —If I stay with you, will I have to call Blitzo Mom, or Dad? —Octavia tried to say in a serious tone, but she couldn't help but to say it laughing in-between words—.
       —HAHAHAHA. —Stolas couldn't help but to laugh as well, as he found the comment hilarious—. I don't think he wants you to call him either way. Also, we're not exactly dating either; our relationship is... complicated. 
       Without realizing it, Stolas' melancholy at the thought of Blitzo made him look away from Octavia. He had not been able to detoxify his emotions about his love life for some time; and by letting out these emotions; He felt that he was taking it out on his daughter, which made the guilt immediately fill him.
       —Uh... sorry dad, I-. —Octavia tried to apologize—.
       But she was interrupted by Stolas who hugged her as soon as he heard the apology.
       —You have nothing to apologize for. —He reaffirmed her—. It's not your fault.
       Octavia was a little surprised by the sudden hug her father had launched into. But upon hearing those words she understood what he meant and chose to simply silently return the hug, which was only momentary.
       After that, Stolas returned to his original position sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
       —You know, it's not that late yet. How about we order some dinner? We watch a movie and go to bed. —Stolas tried to sound cheerful as he said this—.
       Octavia seemed to have a slightly guilty look, which Stolas interpreted as distaste. But when she realized the consequences that this would have on Stolas after what they were talking about, she couldn't do anything but take a deep breath and return a smile that almost seemed real.
       —I guess... We could order a pizza with soda and some fries, —Octavia answered, hoping that by taking some initiative she could make sure she didn't come across as cruel—.
       —Wonderful! —Stolas exalted quickly, taking out his cell phone to place the order—.
       As Stolas began ordering through a food delivery app, Octavia approached Stolas making it look like she was taking care of him to place the right order. Or as in the moments of going through a self-service; that even knowing what you will order you want to observe the menu one last time. Finally, she went from lying down to sitting on her knees on the bed, next to Stolas, but a little behind, with her arms resting on her legs; a pose like «Seiza» (A popular sitting style in Japan), as her face peeked just over her dad's shoulder; Again, pretending a vigilant position.
       —Anything else you want? —With a sarcastic but playful tone he asked as he turned to see his daughter—.
       —The most attractive delivery boy they have. —Octavia answered with the same attitude—.
       —I'm not in the mood to terrorize people tonight. —Stolas countered—.
       —What if that delivery guy was Blitzo? —she countered back—.
       Stolas instantly blushed.
       —If it was Blitzy you wouldn't be home by then. —He mentioned amplifying his playful tone with some sensuality—.
       —Gross. —Octavia concluded the conversation—.
       —I am glad to know that my daughter is still pure and chaste. If I ever find out that you have a boyfriend… I have you know that dad is very scary. —Stolas replied, moving a little into the bed so he could embrace her in his arms once again, an act to which she responded by leaning her face on his shoulder.
       —You and mom scare everyone already, to have a boyfriend I must first have friends and you two don't make that an easy task. —Octavia continued the conversation, returning to her flat, disinterested voice—. The only people I know are on the internet, and on accounts where I hide my identity. Being a Goetia sucks.
       —I see, so there are secret accounts where you avoid my supervision.
       —Excuse me? Supervision!?
       —I'm joking! —Stolas laughed nervously—. I'm happy that you can live a more social life than I did. I never had friends since I was little.
       —And apparently you don't get along with the family either.
       —Well Via that's because this family is full of idiots.
       —I guess I should pause long enough for you to say, 'Except for you and I.'
       —You guess correctly. Except for you and me.
       —And Blitzo? at least he’s your friend, right?
       —Blitzo told me one time, that when I met him, it was because my father had paid his father to play games with me to keep me happy and distracted from the fact of my arranged marriage with your mother. Currently you could say that we are... intimate acquaintances with shared interests.
       —Friends with benefits. —Octavia replied, emphasizing her first comment—.
       Stolas couldn't help but get a little sentimental about that comment. He was really questioning the state of his relationship with Blitzo and what they both really wanted from each other, remembering their date at Ozzie's and what a flop it was. He clearly didn't want to pursue this topic of conversation either so he improvisedly sought to change the pace of the conversation.
       —Well anyways, I'm certainly glad you didn't come off as much like me and are more outgoing. Also, now that I think about it, I do have another friend, and she’s really fun!
       —She?
       —Well, you of course! at least apart from being my daughter, I consider you a friend as well.
       —T-that's... —Octavia paused between her future words for fear of hurting Stolas’ feelings again—. ...Nice of you.
       Stolas smiled at her once more and kissed her forehead fondly.
       —Don't let my problems take over your life, look for what you like and pursue it with all of your might. Meet people, make friends, fall in love. And remember that no matter where you are, I will always be there for you.
       Octavia was constantly in a conflicted state with her emotions but knowing that she would always have her father there for her brought her peace and happiness; and hearing those words from him would never fail to bring her to that same state of calm.
       —You promise?
       —I swear.
       Stolas hugs her tightly at that moment.
       —Then I'll be there for you too, dad.
       Octavia hugged him back.
       Silence begins to envelop the scene, father and daughter embracing with gentle and sweet caresses that would calm even the most violent animal or would put anyone to sleep like a baby tired of crying all day. You could feel as if time froze at that moment, or at least stopped long enough to make each other's movements imperceptible.
       And then without warning; or a sign that could indicate some danger, something forbidden is about to happen. Something was taking hold of Stolas without causing him the slightest suspicion; like a strange energy running through his body and putting him to sleep, as if it were a drug numbing his consciousness.
       —My princess. —Stolas exclaimed affectionately—.
       This caused Octavia to turn to see him, and at that moment, both faces met, and Stolas; taking a sudden step into the unknown, he kissed Octavia on her beak.
       













The Embers of Desire



       Octavia opened her eyes wide, her heart skipped a beat, her pupils dilated, and she slowly closed her eyes again. Trembling, her hands went up to her father's face; hugging his head, sinking her claws into Stolas’ plumage; who affectionately kissed her beak with a restrain that could only be attributed to paternal affection still within his being, his desire to turn it into a passionate and fleeting kiss was barely weak enough compared with the affection for his little girl's innocence, and Octavia was unable to take control of the situation due to a strange sensation of eroticism that came from the soft gesture of his father.
       The taste on her beak could only be compared to the sweetness of honey, freshly harvested from the last apiary on the face of existence.
       Stolas, whose mind had been clouded by something beyond his comprehension, would gradually lose control, and his last act of consciousness would result in taking Octavia by the shoulders; and forcing himself to separate that kiss, which would culminate in a thin bridge of mixed saliva hanging from both beaks, he would see his daughter in the eyes with a lost gaze and an agitated breath that would make him feel like his heart was trying to escape from his prison of flesh, feather and bone.
       Octavia on the other hand, impulsively wanted to return to her father's beak, her breathing more on pace compared to her father's; she allowed him to take the lead, if only for a moment, but Stolas’ mind was still not completely erased; so, with all her strength, she threw herself at him, knocking them down on the bed.
       Part of Stolas’ face had been covered by Octavia's, forcing him to close his eyes and, with his agitated breathing, get intoxicated by the scent of his daughter, the perfume of her plumage, the warmth of her body. And it was in that instant that any iota of the demon prince that he was ceased to be.
       Octavia regained her stance by bracing her hands on the bed, allowing him to free his hands that now lay outstretched from side to side. And when the mind is weakened the heart is exposed and unable to lie to its wishes, whatever these may be.
       Stolas with one of his arms took his daughter’s head once again, who was now staring at him. She; that despite seeming to be the one orchestrating this play, had a look that was the result of eroticism, excitement, pleasure, desire… and guilt. He then touched her mouth and with a finger on the edge of it, he was drawing it as if it came out of his hand, he did this over and over again as he closed his eyes recording the shape of that mouth he wants, a shape chosen among all and chosen by the one to draw it and that, by chance of fate, exactly coincides with the mouth that smiles below the hand that draws it. Octavia looks at him, she looks at him closely, closer and closer until their mouths meet again and they fight affectionately, biting each other, barely resting their tongues on their beaks, playing between them where heavy air comes and goes. Then Stolas’ hands sink into his little girl's head, slowly caressing the depth of her plumage while kissing each other as if their mouths were full of flowers, or of lively movements, of dark fragrance. And the bites have a pain that is sweet, they drown in a brief and terrible suck of breath, and that instant death is beautiful. And there is only one saliva, and they can feel themselves trembling against each other like the moon trembles reflected in the water.
       Octavia, who finally had her father under control, knew that she must not let him go, or the beast that awoke within him would take control and she would never get it back again. So, while she was still connected to his beak; she took one of Stolas’ hands which she brought from him to her waist and began to tuck it under her blouse, signalling him to undress her now and then.
       The feel of Stolas’ arms crossing her slender body as he obeyed, gave Octavia sensations she had never felt before. Hands that took care of her, held her, hands that were always there for her to hold on to and never let go. Those hands now crossed her curves as the wind caresses the mountains, and her plumage was disarranged like the leaves of the trees, simple victims of the intimacy between the wind and the earth.
       The inevitable interruption of the kiss, due to the need to get rid of what her body was covered with, felt eternal as they both took the opportunity to catch their breath that they sorely needed. But still on the offensive, Octavia took it upon herself to finish taking off her clothes by sitting on her father's waist, to leave the absence of intimate clothing that covered her, in full view, which almost seemed like an orchestrated act with intention and sin; that body that was once that of an innocent girl had transformed into something more. Her body giddy, highlighting her small breasts and nipples tense with excitement. She now supporting her arms on Stolas’ chest to prevent him from making a sudden movement, while she erased from her mind the modesty that still haunted her from the beginning.
       But as Murphy's Law dictates; what you do not want to happen must happen, she did not have enough strength to stop him, and he, ecstatic by the eroticism of his daughter's body, did not think twice, and raised himself towards hers while stopping her fall. And he, with a hug, a hug in which he buried his face between his daughter's breasts, pushed as if wanting to reach her heart. Octavia could do nothing but let out a cry of surprise followed by a groan of pleasure at the feel it on her skin. Then Stolas began to probe her body more and more, kissing and licking every part of her chest and her tits; playing with the tip of his tongue on her little girl's nipples while she hugged him tightly, inviting him to eat more.
       Octavia had a unique and intoxicating flavour, a mixture of sweat, warmth, eroticism and passion and something else. It resembled the taste of the forbidden fruit that had given birth to creation and to sin, to impurity.
       But something she had forgotten, was that she was not the only one who seemed to be prepared in advance, because between movement after another of her father, she noticed that someone else was relatively naked too, because her sudden lover was only wearing a simple robe. She became aware of this when she felt something getting bigger and bigger near her buttocks and her father lowered his hands more and more towards her waist.
       Immediately, fear took control of her again, but the pleasure was already such that, even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop what she started. A part of her wanted him, contrary to her superficial feelings, she wanted him now. To feel the man who always loved and cared for her, to feel him inside her, to feel his warmth, his love and his passion. Her mind was spinning as Stolas was still teasing her body in every area he reached.
       As it was obvious Stolas had his own plans too, his hands lay at the height of his daughter's butt, an adventurous hand dropped two fingers between her buttocks that now touched her cloaca; he caresses her with his nails while Octavia lets out another moan that drove her even more crazy. Those curious fingers went even lower and felt her already wet cloaca that, without the need to apply the slightest force, let them enter as much as they wanted; and they did just that. The more they played inside her cloaca the wetter she got; Octavia couldn't stop moaning in her pleasure as she held on tight to him.
       —Dad…! She let out a moan.
       As fast as a thermal shock caused by a bucket of cold water, Stolas came to his senses and as if he had never left, he seemed to be aware of what had happened all this time; but he strangely had no thoughts of stopping or giving up. However, it did cause her to stop for a moment –enough for a conversation to sneak between them, because she noticed and took the opportunity to ask.
       —I-Is that how you felt? You and Blitz? Is that how you felt listening to your heart? Tell me, is all this really happening?
       —Only if you want it to happen. —he replied—.
       —I'm scared.
       —Daddy is here.
       Then they both kissed again. Despite it being just another kiss compared to the first, it wouldn't take away her feeling of ease. Like on those nights when her father accompanied her to tell her that there were no monsters under her bed, and she would be okay.
       Stolas then gave Octavia the indication to lie down on the bed properly and she obeyed delicately, each second that passed without doing something felt like a punishment as it cooled her mind and body; that began to ask her what she was doing. Stolas, despite feeling the same, still had traces of that hidden force that drove him to continue, so once she was in position, he prostrated himself in front of her, but despite what Octavia thought would happen he simply crouched down. He hugged her legs one with each hand and placed his gaze on her crotch.
       You could see how wet she was, and Stolas just stared at it. This caused embarrassment on his daughter, whom every second questioned herself, but each time she chose to continue regardless.
       So, he leaned towards her, which puzzled Octavia, because it was not what she thought would happen. Stolas began analysing her scent, sniffing all over her crotch, every part of her. He would take long licks around it, as if she were a plate he could clean with his tongue.
       The feel of Stolas’ tongue aroused Octavia in incredible ways she didn't know were possible. Stolas knew it because as he was holding her feet, it was obvious to him the rapid spasms her daughter was having.
       Stolas gave with his tongue one, two, three slow passes over her cloaca, and Octavia could do nothing but shoot a moan at the stars, her spasms were already uncontrollable and like a padlock she began to close her legs between her father's head. as she brought her hands to his head and back to the bed, not knowing what to hold on to.
       Stolas immutably continued the oral carefully, little by little he pushed his tongue inside her, even if he didn't want to force her, her body surrendered itself to him.
       Her taste was intoxicating, however. A mixture of the taste of their fluids with eroticism and the sin of lust gave a complete course with a single meal. While the moans of her daughter served as an essential companion.
       His tongue kept going in and out, skimming her inside walls from top to bottom and left to right. It was then that Stolas felt confident to help himself with his hands, using his fingers to open her cloaca and see inside her more easily and exposing each part. There he began to slowly run his tongue over her inside area, causing strong sensations of pleasure that could only be described as heaven without leaving hell. A sudden glory that caused her to abandon her awareness and focus solely on the pleasure as she grabbed her father's head and pulled him hard toward her.
       Stolas continued to play in a thousand and one indescribable, unimaginable and impossible ways that took her daughter from one world to another and back again while he continued licking, sucking and stroking with his tongue in a circular way until the time had come, and although she did not know; he did.
       She kept pushing her father's face towards her screaming to please not stop, screaming how much she wanted and needed him not to stop as her back curved. Stolas knew it, his daughter was about to cum.
       She then gave a great moan as she came, and Stolas captured everything in his mouth. Her mind was clouded in the sea of ​​passion; lost in the abyss, the sensation of exquisite and lustful climax. And her body was filled with spasms as a strange panic at such a new experience made her cling to her father's head like never before. The feeling of bewilderment for something never before explored –but that brought her ecstasy beyond her imagination, morbidity that completely embraced her, thus giving a catharsis of purification of all her previous emotions, leaving her mind in a blank limbo where there was only her.
       And so, as her orgasm ended and her mind returned, Stolas rose and began to climb her body until he was facing her. Lovingly arranging the plumage of her daughter who was still recovering, he looked at her tenderly as a warm red painted her cheeks. Her chest heaved with each breath, and she felt as if her heart was going to burst.
       —My dear Via, take your time, I'm here for you. —Stolas whispered to her daughter as he finished arranging the plumage on her head—.
       She was still afraid of any pause, she couldn't explain it to herself, but every moment of calm was like an opportunity for guilt and doubt to take her heart and force it to stop completely, so as soon as she heard the words of her father, she took him again and kissed him. Stolas returned the kiss gently and again their scents mingled. Octavia couldn't help but let out a tear from one of her eyes, while she clung to that kiss as if it was the last kiss she would give in her life.
       When it was finally over and they parted once more, Stolas noticed that stealthy tear and asked.
       —Via-?
       —Take me. —Octavia answered, interrupting in an almost mute tone of voice—.
       Stolas merely turned his head to the side to indicate that he had not heard.
       —I want you to take me! Make me yours, I want you to show me how it feels, I want us to be whole forever. —Octavia yelled—. Please. —She said as if she wanted to keep from sobbing—.
       —My little starfire...
       They kissed again tenderly and thus Stolas settled between Octavia's legs and began to bring his penis closer to her intimacy. She was still nervous as she clung tightly to him.
       Stolas began to penetrate her slowly, which caused Octavia to let go of the kiss, allowing her to launch a new moan of unknown pleasure, leaning her head against his, leaving her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out as if she were a panting dog. She, without thinking, with her thighs pushed her father's buttocks so that he penetrated her completely, which only amplified her pleasure, but also aroused a blurring confusion with pain. As it was her first time.
       This thought carried the entire act in her mind, but at last she had conceded the climax of her consciousness. Such an important moment in the life of every person, the first time that she gives herself in body and being to another. Always telling oneself that it should be kept for the most special person and the one you think you really love; what more appropriate than this, giving herself to a father that she had loved so much since she was a child, the first man who took care of her at all times and who despite adversity was always by her side. No better way to pay for a life of unconditional love than with her own flesh, her own love.
       The sudden pain disappeared in a short time as he made a constant penetration movement where each soft or hard thrust was received by her with open doors and begging for more. His cock inside her was embraced by warm throbbing. Her body trying to capture him inside her, but not being able to stop him.
       After a few minutes Octavia had another orgasm. She could swear to herself that it was more intense than the last.
       And just as everything continued its course, the necessary time passed for Stolas, who began to hear his own panting, his own moans. He knew it was his turn and, just as he was ready to cum at minute’s notice, he though eager of the idea; to cum inside, while at the same time being terrified of the idea, thinking it twice before committing. Perhaps it was destiny, or the feminine intuition of her little girl that; just as she had trapped him once, she would do it again –forcing him to stay inside her. Which soon made it clear what would happen now.
       And so, Stolas for the first time in that act had the opportunity to have an orgasm of his own, screaming his daughter's name while he ejaculated without being able to stop and filled his daughter with his semen. Octavia, feeling his warm seed, also screamed with pleasure, but it was already imperceptible to know if she was just moaning or screaming in unison with him.
       Stolas’ body also arched as he came, his mind screaming with pleasure and ecstasy knowing what he had done, while his conscience was in total panic. He wanted to keep cumming until he lost his mind.
       Some time went by, allowing Stolas and Octavia to regain some strength in well-deserved calm and silence, Stolas was finally able to get out of her, allowing the semen that hadn't been able to enter, to drain from her cloaca. And they looked at each other's bodies. Stolas’ body finally gave way and lay on her side, but still on top of her by some extent, leading her to turn her head so as not to lose eye contact while they stroked each other's plumage.
       —I Love you.
       It was the last thing Octavia said to her father as they rested. And as their minds grew cold and their consciences recovered from madness little by little, they got up and sat up in bed; one beside the other.
       Stolas picked up his phone which had been dropped during sex and it showed that the food had been delivered long ago. "Probably received by a servant." He thought to himself.
       Octavia put her hands on her chest. Perhaps to know if this had been a dream, or had all of this had really happened.
       —I think we can still have dinner, don't you think so? —Stolas asked as he put his robe back on—.
       Octavia was still silent.
       —We should take a bath; I can wait for you in the dining room. —He continued without hope of an answer—.
       Then Stolas stood up and walked to the door. He walked out quietly, closing the door behind him, watching the little girl turn her back on him as he closed it. Had it all been a terrible mistake? He headed back to his bedroom with this thought on his mind.
       Once he had left the room Octavia also checked her phone, which only contained a notification. She knew she should reply to that message, but she just turned off the phone and got up.
       She walked to her own bathroom and as she did, she gently touched her cloaca, which still felt wet and a little sticky, product of her father's semen still leaking from her. She turned to see her bed, turned into a mess of quilts and blankets and pillows all over the place, she brought her hand back to her chest bowing her head down and locked herself in the shower.
       They were both going through the beginning of a moral hangover that would take great effort from both of them to overcome.
       The fire of passion can burn you if you are too close, and they embraced that flame with their whole body. They listened to their impulses, and they guided them along the path they wanted to walk even if they told each other that it was not so.
       Now they must speak with their hearts, face themselves and accept who they are or find a way to generate the necessary catalyst to continue their lives now that they had united in one being. Or to atone for their sins and suffer the consequences.













Duelling Embers: Stolas



       Stolas went to his shower and turned on the cold water trying to distract his mind. This initially worked as he began to run his hands through his body so that the water touched his entire self as if he were trying to atone for impurities that way. But little by little, just as his body got used to the icy temperature of the water, his mind freed itself again, immediately bringing back the recent memories of what had just happened.
       His hands running over his body now felt like his daughter's, the water felt like their sweat, and his mind was filled with thoughts of regret and inexcusable guilt that forced him to feel like ripping his skin off. The water running down his face made him look like he was crying even though he wasn't. Memories of an innocent girl were exchanged for those of lustful sin that now adorned her image.
       The water running down his neck felt like her kisses, his arms were hers, the water in his mouth was the wetness of that first kiss. Little by little these memories of her produced an erection again, so the water that ran from him to his penis increased the intensity, bringing the memory of her warm interior.
       He didn't even bother to use soap, shampoo or conditioner anymore. He could only let the water continue caressing his body continuously until he had enough strength to turn off the faucet. In his mind however he kept hearing everything he heard a few moments ago, the moans of his daughter; the pleas for intense love and fornication, almost in a sick way he heard her voice, that sweet voice. He listened to her as if she were still next to him whispering in his ear.
       He was only able to get out of his shower until a few minutes later.
       He dressed again in his robe and left his room. But he stood motionless outside, peeking slightly around the corner edge of the wall –to see if he could peer down the corridor where the dining room was, trying not to be the first to arrive and face the inevitability of dining alone. He had no remorse for letting the food go to waste if that was the case.
       Moments later he noticed that the door of Octavia's room was also open, and she leaned out looking at the same point as him. He automatically understood that she planned the same as him, and that this was a stalemate; no man's land, where one of the two should give way to make way for the other. He stopped leaning out, took a deep, forceful breath, filling his lungs with air, and took the first step toward the corridor.
       Arriving at the door of Octavia's room, he made an effort to continue looking straight ahead, as if ignorant of what he had seen, and continued on his way, listening to her footsteps following him from behind, although this was only for a while, as they suddenly stopped, he assumed that she had paused to give space between her arrival and his so he kept going.
       A servant imp in the kitchen bowed to Stolas and wordlessly stepped forward to take the food, which he immediately put back on the oven for consumption as Stolas took his seat.
       He placed his shoulders on the table and rested his head on his hands. He was motionless for a few minutes while the imp came back with the food finally heated up.
       He looked up and saw Octavia leaning against the wall staring at the food, he also noticed that the moment their eyes met, she averted his gaze almost immediately. Stolas served two slices; one per plate and motioned for her to sit down and eat.
       When he sees Octavia sit next to him, he then begins to eat, staring down at his plate, in complete silence.
       None dared to break the imposing and deep absence of sound, the steam that came out of the reheated pizza in spirals rose to the sky symbolizing; when resolved into nothing, the ephemerality of things. It was sad to see that scene; father and daughter refusing any interaction, every moment the sorrows were heavier –an air so dense that it overwhelmed anyone who witnessed the situation.
       After a while, they both finally got up from the table.
       —Good night, Octavia. —He mentioned in a low voice looking at the opposite side, as to not look at her—.
       —Good night, dad... —She replied in a similar tone; and like him, she avoided looking at his face as well—.
       They both retired to their respective rooms and the night passed like any other.
       
       ***
       
       The next morning Stolas got up like any other morning, took his pills and headed to his library once more. He would go through his books in search of something that would help him start the morning in a kind of “reading trance” that would prevent any thoughts or memories from reaching his mind; or worse yet, make him aware of his deeds. He curiously noticed that a book; The plants of love, was slightly out of place, but instead of bringing any suspicion, he tried his best to think of it as just a funny and a ridiculous coincidence; he had experience with plants known in the human world as aphrodisiacs, but he also knew that there was no way they could work with demons as they did not possess the same biology and their bodies were more resistant to external influences unlike a mortal’s. He even remembers having tried to use it with Blitzo at some point, which in a way now made him wish that last night was caused by something of that nature; this to somehow be able to blame his guilt towards something else, but he couldn't believe that his daughter could be capable of such acts either; for he did find it inexplicable that it should be so. He initiated the act, and it gave him enough of a sense of guilt to ignore any possibility of a third influence affecting not only him, but his little girl as well.
       After a self-deliberation, he chose to simply ignore what happened and continue with his reading ritual like any other day, curiously enough, he did not realize either that he had not placed music to play or some type of incense, that with its delicate smells occasionally decorated the room, just like the day before.
       Finally, he picked up a random book and started reading from a random page. While he tried to concentrate on reading, the deep silence of the room made him hear things that his mind imagined, and as expected he could only imagine her voice. The words of the book were imperceptible to his eyes, and it was rather as if what he read was an explicit recapitulation of his carnal adventure. Every time he reached a key moment where Octavia had spoken to him, he could hear her delicate voice repeat those same words, “I love you”, “Take me”, and more. The absence of a scent to adorn the room made him recall her perfume, the scent of her plumage, of her mouth, of her intimacy. But Stolas no longer seemed to fight these thoughts like the night before.
       He was willing to trade with his conscience, he would let it flood him with memories until it ran out of things to remember, in exchange for his long-sought peace.
       Stolas wanted with all his being to think that this way it would be easier, even if it was also more painful.
       He had put the denial behind him now, make peace with his self-inflicted rage of remorse. He hoped that this step would be easier than the previous ones and that it would allow his mind and body to really rest a little from such aggressive martyrdom.
       It could be seen how he simply travelled from page to page back and forth, it was already obvious that he was not even making an effort to try and read what was in front of him but pretended to read just for show.
       Stolas seemed to be in a state that could only be described as zombified. This, however, did not take long to annoy Stolas himself, who after trying to focus on his reading again and failing each time, caused him immediate disgust, so much so, that he got up from his chair and dropped the book, and left, headed to his greenhouse still mad.
       When he got there, he started with the typical routine that he did every time he was in that place.
       He began to water the plants, he fed others. He looked at each flower and each plant and each bud carefully. He would get rid of vermin or weeds, and he would think of some way to make this an allegory of how he felt. He wanted to get rid of the pest, the weed, the insect or whatever it was that caused these mixed feelings. It seemed as if the pills he took every day were no longer working in the slightest and left Stolas exposed to all these feelings of self-loathing and self-destruction. He closed his eyes and imagined being devoured by one of his plants and ending his torture.
       At one point he decided to sit next to several of these plants too, almost like playing Russian roulette and betting if one of them would read his mind and help him end the pain.
       Of course, after a long time, nothing happened, and Stolas just laid on the floor trying not to burst into tears while his heart burned with great force from within.
       After a few minutes, he stood up again to leave. As his mind went on and on over the facts.
       What he still did not realize is that; indeed, something was about to be born inside him, but first he had to be ready to face truth and reality, two things that have caused him so much fear since he was little.
       Leaving the greenhouse, he met one of his servants.
       —Excuse me, could you tell me where Octavia is, is she still in her room? —He ordered in a serious, almost aggressive voice—.
       —Princess Octavia left a few moments ago, but she didn't mention where to. —The imp quickly replied—. We were also looking for you to report that servants came from your wife's residence to take her things.
       —EX WIFE! —Stolas reaffirmed in annoyance—. Remember, that woman no longer belongs to this palace.
       —I understand sir, I'm sorry sir. I also let you know that your ex-wife is here too. as to supervise.
       —Take charge, you don't need me for that.
       —Yes sir.
       Stolas didn't have the time or energy to deal with Stella. He was more focused on Octavia who had left without telling him. He took out his cell phone and dialled Blitzo.
       —Stolas, it's still not full moon, I won’t fuck you today, ok. I have work to do. —Blitzo was heard saying—.
       —I'm not talking to you for that Blitz, I need to hire your services again.
       The seriousness of the response, plus the lack of any jokes or homoerotic comments was enough to surprise him.
       —Where are we going this time?
       —I need you to find out where Octavia is and make sure she’s back home safe.
       —You know that hell is very fucking big and there are several fucking circles. I remind you that we do not do private detective work.
       —Well, too bad, then you won't have any money.
       An annoyed groan could be heard from the other end of the line, which was Blitzo trying not to give in to his greed to accept the job.
       —Fine, fine, whatever. I will take care of your daughter.
       —Very well. —Stolas concluded, hanging up the call immediately—.
       —You’re welcome, asshole. —Blitzo added after the call ended—.
       
       ***
       
       Meanwhile at the I.M.P headquarters Blitzo had Loona called into his office.
       —Heeeeeeey Loonieee, you are friends with Stolas’ daughter, Hortensia or whatever her name is. —He exclaimed mockingly—.
       —Octavia, you idiot. So what? —Loona looked at him indifferently—.
       —Yeah, you have work to do while I do mine, you just have to take care of finding her and make sure that nothing happens to her. Track her down or something, you know, like a dog. —He commented sarcastically—.
       —You're an asshole Blitzo.
       —I love you too Loony.
       
       ***
       
       Back at the Ars Goetia palace, Stolas tried to relax a bit as he tried to distract himself while Octavia returned, and Stella left.
       —Look what we have here. —A female voice was heard saying—.
       —Stella.
       —Stolas.
       Stolas continued on his way, trying to ignore her and get away from her as soon as possible.
       —Does the pathetic little man not want to see my face?
       —I don't have time for you today, Stella.
       —You never had it, you're always busy with your stupid books, plants or fucking that imp.
       —How creatively original Stella, as if you hadn't already said it a million times.
       —I'll say it until I get bored of saying it.
       —Well, let it be soon.
       —You know this won't be over soon.
       —Let's wait for the moment where that matters to me. Now stop bothering me, I have things to do.
       They both went their separate ways.
       Taking advantage of the fact that Stolas would avoid her for the rest of the day, Stella dedicated herself to scouting the palace. Even though her servants were there to take away her belongings, she wanted to make sure that she didn't let anything slip away, especially if it could help her hurt Stolas even more.
       Walking around the palace she found that everything was as normal as ever. She saw last night's pizza in the trash; she saw the plants, Stolas’ room, and even checked out Octavia's room, this one in a little more detail, as anything that would help keep him away from Octavia would also be a victory for her.
       Thanks to the effectiveness of the staff, she was unable to find many clues that would tell her something of importance, since the room had already been cleaned. But she did overhear the cleaning staff gossiping with each other.
       —I'm telling you, Princess Octavia brought someone over last night, I'm pretty sure you could smell it, it was a nightmare to get the scent of sex off. —The imp could be heard saying in an almost inaudible volume—.
       —It had to be in the morning or early morning, last night she only dined with Prince Stolas and went to sleep. The cook said they didn't even speak to each other the whole time. —The other imp replied—.
       —If the prince finds out...
       —IF he finds out. It's none of our business to say anything to anyone.
       Stella felt like she had hit jackpot, this conversation had delivered what she needed on a silver platter. Octavia was still 17, and therefore any sexual act was still frowned upon by high society, even in Hell. All she needed now was to know who she had slept with, but she didn't remember Octavia having a boyfriend, much less a lover; not a friend who crossed her mind. But that didn't matter to her, it was just a matter of figuring out how to prove it and she could use that to prove that Octavia couldn't live with her father.
       After her imps left, Stella dedicated herself to investigating the room carefully once more, but the good work of the palace’s staff did not give her any new evidence, meanwhile, the staff had noticed Stella's presence in the room as well as her actions, so they did their own counterintelligence; spying on her while she did her meticulous investigation, a couple of hours later Stella left the palace.
       The web of misinformation had begun to materialize, and it was only a matter of time before the rain washed away this web of half-truths and revealed what was trying to stay hidden.
       It was late afternoon-night when Octavia returned. Stolas got a call from Blitzo.
       —Your daughter is home safe and sound.
       —Thanks, Blitz. —Stolas immediately hung up the call—.
       —You're welcome, asshole. —Blitzo said, once again, when he saw that the call was hung up almost immediately—. Well Loony? You had fun?
       Loona simply turned to Blitzo with a dazed look that hid concern.
       Back at Stolas’ palace, Stolas hurried over to his daughter's room to pretend he didn't know if she was home or not.
       —Hello Dad.
       —Hello, Via, I thought you were in your room so I...
       —No, I was hanging out with a friend.
       Stolas was starting to sweat, the whole day he was going through a living nightmare of feelings of all kinds, which in the end had led him to accept what had happened the night before; and he wanted to let Octavia know that everything was okay. Meanwhile inside him, he knew that what he really wanted to tell her was that he accepted that he had aroused feelings for her and that he was ready to take responsibility for what had happened.
       —Via, I...
       —Hey dad, wanna we watch a movie? Yesterday we agreed to see one, but we never did. —Octavia interrupted—.
       —Of course, of course!
       Octavia smiled and approached her father, facing each other she stood on tiptoe and gave Stolas a short, fleeting kiss on the beak. From there she went to the living room to wait for him.














Duelling Embers: Octavia


       
       Octavia, who had locked herself in the shower and brought her hand to her chest after getting stained with some of her father's semen, kept her head down with a certain happiness, an almost worrying sense of accomplishment for what happened that night. She felt peace flow through her body, to the point of having a certain curiosity to know the taste of him. She slowly lifted her hand which she brought to her mouth and licked her fingers. She couldn't tell exactly if she liked or disliked it; truth be told, being still somewhat aroused; her mind didn't really register the taste of the semen. But its warmth was enough to fill her with morbidity: «I wonder if I could get pregnant» She thought.
       She imagined herself with a daughter identical to her when she was a baby, and she imagined Stolas by her side, taking care of this new life.
       She thought that if that prophecy came true, she could finally leave behind the life she hated so much. Making sure that those nightmares where her father disappears, never came true no matter what.
       Octavia stepped into her shower and let the water run over her body. She felt the warm water like her father's caresses, she felt the water pass through her plumage just as she felt Stolas’ fingers brush her. She hugged herself and touched every inch of her just to keep the image of them in bed just moments ago, still alive.
       As the water ran through her and the warm drops slid down her breasts, she pleased herself by running her fingers around her nipples with one hand, while with the other she continued touching herself and penetrating herself with her fingers.
       But because the sensation was merely a mirage of what it really was, the pleasure was short-lived this time. For her mind drifted to an even more important memory. What had brought her to this point, and the reason for her being able to perform her feat.
       «Remember, it works with any infernal being, but if the feeling is not genuine, the consequences will be hatred, rejection, loss. That being you love; if he doesn't love you, he never will, and forcing him will only drive him further away from you. Only if you are willing to bet on it should you use this. Or if you don't really care about that person and just want to use them for your own pleasure»
       She was sure that she loved her father, she was sure that he loved her. However, her mind was filled with the inevitable possibility that everything would go wrong and that she would lose him forever because of her fear and her impulsive attitude.
       She refused to believe that; at the end of everything, that after all she did, the effort was in vain.
       She didn't know what she would do if that happened. She only knew that what was done was done and that regardless of the outcome she had to accept the consequences. The water continued to run down her body as she inevitably began to sob with rage.
       She is sure that she loves him and that he loves her. She would never accept the possibility of a bad outcome. All that she exerted herself, sacrificed and risked for nothing was something that she could not accept at all.
       Octavia refused to hate herself for the failure of her actions, she believed that, if all this really failed it would be the vendor's fault. She questioned if she had done enough research; but with Stolas practically attached to his library she had to do what she could with the limited time she had; and she didn’t trust the internet.
       How could it really be possible that the aphrodisiac plants of the human world not only had no effect on demons; but somehow with a simple magical gesture and infernal products it could now work?! In any case, the spell would be the culprit and the plant simply a placebo effect. Was it all too good to be true and was she fooled? What was really going on?
       Insecurity brought her anger, and that anger brought her anxiety.
       Everything was going as planned and it was clearly working. But Stolas is not a fool; would he notice? If he realized, then it was all over.
       Thought after thought flooded her mind in despair as with anger and rage, she continued to refuse to believe that it had all been for nothing.
       She half-finished bathing, went back to her room to change into pyjamas and took the opportunity to remove the stained covers from the bed, along with any clear evidence she could find.
       Even when she did not want or dared to go to dinner, the truth was that she was hungry, so she subtly peeked into the dining room from her door. Seeing that Stolas still had not arrived, she closed her door again, leaning back against it, waiting to hear his father's footsteps as a signal to go out again.
       After a few minutes she heard said sound, some slow footsteps announced to her that Stolas was heading to the dining room, so she subtly reopened the door and followed behind him, at a slightly slower pace than his own, hugging herself as if she felt punished or ashamed, keeping a defensive posture.
       Seeing his father from behind gave her an intimidating feeling, as if he felt annoyed; mad. Feelings that reaffirmed that everything was ready to go wrong at any moment and that she would lose everything because of her impulsiveness and immaturity.
       She stopped dead almost at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall still without letting go of herself. Her mind was fighting to decide whether or not she should have dinner with him, or if it would be wiser to wait until later. Uncertainty ate her insides.
       Smelling the food, she looked up to see that Stolas had already been sitting for who knows how long, the steaming pizza placed in front of him as he put a slice on each plate.
       Octavia took the gesture as an invitation, which calmed her cravings for a moment as she collected herself and walked over to the table.
       They both then sat down to dine in silence.
       Octavia did not dare to break the imposing and deep absence of sound, she saw the steam that came out of the reheated pizza that in spirals rose to the sky symbolizing; resolving to nothing, her dreams being destroyed by her fears. It was sad to see that scene; father and daughter refusing any interaction, every moment the sorrows were heavier –an air so dense that it overwhelmed anyone who witnessed the situation.
       After a while they both finally got up from the table.
       —Good night, Octavia. —Stolas mentioned in a low voice avoiding her gaze—.
       —Good night dad. —She replied in a similar tome; and like him, she avoided looking at his face as well—.
       They both retired to their respective rooms and the night passed like any other.
       The next morning Octavia woke up somewhat fearful, she didn't even want to get out of bed, but she felt the need to leave the house as soon as possible to avoid seeing her father; that by the time she was sure he was already in his library or his greenhouse taking care of the plants. Her conscience still didn't leave her alone about her insecurities regarding what she did.
       Octavia dressed quickly and using one of the spells she learned from Stolas’ Grimoire, she conjured a portal to the lust ring, to meet this mysterious vendor and get more information about what might happen next.
       Going through the streets of this floor could only be explained as indescribable, there is nothing that words could converge to give a congruent idea of ​​the amount of sinful and immoral activities that could be observed in every corner and alley.
       Humans and demons carrying out their deepest desires in full view of all who were interested in eavesdropping.
       In the middle of this floor, you can find Ozzie's, this Eden of sin is almost like the monument that represents all imaginable and unimaginable adulterous desires. After a long walk through these streets, she finally found it.
       “Bewitched botanicals” could be read in the window of the door of the premises. A door of a pink colour with slight purple influences that seemed as if it were made of velvet, in the side windows one could see the interior of the store as a strange mixture of a pharmacy with a laboratory, coloured gases came out of different bottles while a demonic creature created mixtures with Erlene Meyer flasks in the background.
       Octavia, looking around to make sure she hadn't been followed by someone, hurried inside. The gloomy tinkling of a bell sounds at that moment, and the woman behind the counter turns to see her.
       —But if it's the princess again, your presence here tells me my product worked for you. —She is heard saying in an almost erotic tone—.
       —I came because I have things to ask you. And I need you to tell me the truth. —Octavia replied with a raised tone of voice; almost as if she were trying to give an order—.
       But the uncertainty in her voice made the fear she felt inside her obvious enough.
       —I guess you want to know how it worked. But first tell me, who did you used it with? Who piqued your interest so much that you dared to force him into sleeping with you? You are a Goetian princess; It's not exactly a family that requires resorting to rape –although it's not something I care about either.
       —N... I didn't rape him, you yourself said that if he loved me it would work. So, I didn't force anyone to do anything.
       —I said that the consequences if that person does not love you could be disastrous. See it as a moral hangover, the other person is going to question how or why they did things. And if that person didn't see himself having sex with you, he would obviously assume you did something with him. Unless of course, he's a complete idiot.
       —Da… HE is not an idiot.
       —Well, by now he must be trying to figure out why he did what he did. But not everyone reacts well to being manipulated let me tell you.
       —You haven't explained to me how it works. I read a book about human plants, and it said they have no effect on us demons. —Almost screaming, Octavia said trying to regain control of the conversation—.
       —We who come from the human world have in there many plants that react to our bodies in lascivious ways, they are called aphrodisiacs. These plants, although they do not manipulate our minds, they make us more susceptible to think sexually, they help us to last longer or reach better orgasms, still, I discovered that demons have the same psychological qualities as us, such as desire. Dammit; the rings of hell literally bear the name of everything we like to do to achieve personal pleasure, Lust, for example. But Yhea, they are not really susceptible to these plants in the same way, in fact, it could be said that they are completely immune to any influence of earthly origin. But in the pursuit of pleasure in this very hell there are its equivalents.
       —I... I didn’t know there are plants like that here. —Octavia replied intimidated—.
       —Shocking. You searched well little one, but in the wrong place. —The saleswoman takes a deep breath and continues—. However, these plants were not quite enough, and when I discovered that there is also hellish type of drugs here as well, I began to investigate more. That's where the balm I sold you came from.
       —Then why did you tell me all that stuff about consequences and magic?
       —Marketing, you have to know how to sell your products to have a successful business.
       Octavia had a look that mixed frustration with relief and annoyance, completely jaded now that she realized that not only had she done her research to no avail but was also misled by the saleswoman on how the product worked by preying on her desires.
       —But that doesn't mean there are no consequences, that's why humans end up here, sis. If that person finds out, I don't think they'll take it well. —The saleswoman added—.
       —And you don't sell something to make someone forget things, right?
       —Forget? I didn't know that the Goetia family was so cruel. It would explain why your grandfather is so close to Lucifer. I thought it would be a power wheel or a homosexual affair, you truly are sick creatures.
       —Just... there must be something I can do in case it goes wrong. There must be something to fix things if something happens; You don't understand, I can't lose him.
       Octavia's concern appealed to her, but a still human part of her told her to be honest.
       —If there were no consequences, there would be no you and me, or this place. It's something you have to accept darling.
       Octavia still didn't want to accept those words and refused to face problems. You could see the pain in her eyes. In the end she thanked and withdrew.
       Leaving the store, she prepared to open a portal back home when Loona, who was leaning against the wall next to the entrance, made herself noticed.
       —Octavia.
       —CHIRP! —Octavia did in fright—. What are you doing here?
       —I was sent to protect you. —Loona replied—.
       —Mother fucking hell, dad...
       —I don’t want to ask the obvious, but I will ask the obvious either way. What are you doing here in lust? I know you're at the age, but it's not exactly the right place to start.
       —It's not what…I know it looks like…I'm not… —Octavia tried to evade the question while holding her courage—. I still don't understand what you're doing here.
       —I already told you, your father phoned Blitz to look for you and take care of you while you were out. What the hell did you do to make your dad worry that way?
       —Nothing! I did not do anything! Please... please don't say you saw me here.
       —Octavia, I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I'm not going to help you if you don't tell me the truth. Aren't we friends?
       «Hello beauties, do you want some? » 
       A pervert from the other side of the street was heard saying as he opened his trench coat showing that he was naked. With a look of anger Loona simply pulled out a gun and shot him. To which Octavia only reacted frustrated covering her face with her beanie.
       —Can we get out of here now? This place grosses me out. —Loona replied—.
       Octavia opened a portal to Loona's room, in Blitzo’s apartment.
       —Seriously? My bedroom? —Loona mentioned mockingly as she crossed the portal—.
       —If Dad talked to Blitz and he sent you, then that means he's busy and we'll be here alone.
       —Or it could be that he's a first-rate jerk and didn't want to do the job. Now you are going to tell me what you were doing on the floor of lust, right?
       —N... I can't...
       Annoyed, Loona takes out her phone and starts making a call that she puts on speakerphone.
       —Looney, my baby, did you find the little girl? —Blitzo’s voice is heard—.
       Octavia's eyes widened in panic and she lunged for Loona's cell phone, which Loona grabbed before she could do anything. Octavia immediately looked into her eyes full of rage and fear to which Loona only responded by raising an eyebrow as a sign that she should declare her crimes. Octavia finally bowed to her as a sign that she would talk.
       —Shut the fuck up Blitz, I found her, everything's fine.
       —Perfect, take her home. Goodbye Loonie!
       Blitzo hung up the call.
       —Look Octavia, I don't give a shit about bureaucratic shit and your family even the less. But you are my friend. There's nothing you can't tell me.
       —Look, I… I… had sex with my dad, ok?
       Loona was completely shocked, as if she was a robot and someone had cut the power, she was stunned silent. As if time had stopped, she stayed in her place for an indefinite time, in silence, with her eyes wide open, but with her mind trying to process the information. But one thing was for sure, she didn't believe what she heard.
       —Ok, I don't know what you're trying to hide that you have to come up with something so crazy, but...
       —I'm not making anything up. I had sex with my dad last night; and now I'm scared he might hate me. —Octavia interrupted—.
       —Wait, what the fuck?
       —Please don't say anything to anyone.
       —What the fuck were you thinking? No, forget it, I don't want to know.
       —I… I'll fix everything, I swear.
       Loona still didn't believe what was happening. But she knew that if she said anything it would only make things worse. And it was a drama she wanted no part of.
       —Ok, I believe you, I won't say anything, but you have to fix this before it gets out of hand. Do you understand?
       —It's what I was doing until you arrived. —She replied annoyed—.
       —I hope so.
       —Now that we're here... Can I stay a few more minutes?
       —Okay, but you should come back soon or they'll be looking for us both and we won't be able to come up with a plausible excuse.
       Octavia was devastated, she knew what she had done and she knew there was no getting away from the consequences if this were to go wrong. A deep depression ran through her like a train over a coin resting on the tracks.
       At the same time that she didn't want to go home, she wanted to rush to see her father and find out how he was feeling. If she had been discovered, or if everything had gone unnoticed. There was not a possibility that had not passed through her mind at that moment.
       Loona not knowing what to do just hugged her and let her rest on her for a while.
       A few hours of silence passed while Octavia accepted what she had done and came to terms with reality. She had some things for sure, her love for her father, and his love for her.
       —Thank you, Loona.
       —No problem.
       Octavia got up and opened a new portal outside her house which she walked through. Loona returned to the I.M.P offices.
       Octavia was still a little nervous, but with confidence in her heart she entered the palace and headed for her room. Shortly afterward she heard Stolas’ swift footsteps; something that somehow warmed her up and gave her a faint feeling for laughter. Then she heard her father speak as she walked towards him.
       —Wow, I...
       —Hey dad, shall we watch a movie? Yesterday we agreed to see one, but we never did. —Octavia interrupted—.
       —Of course, of course!
       Octavia smiled and approached her father, facing each other, stood on tiptoe and gave Stolas a short, fleeting kiss on the beak. From there she went to the living room to wait for him.













The Flame of Understanding


       
       Stolas was frozen for a few seconds after the kiss. Arouse feelings for her? She is his daughter! Stolas was actually still as confused and conflicted as he had been since last night, and that kiss was the necessary catalyst for him to realize it. His heart was still sure that he had broken his daughter; his being kept swearing that everything was his fault and that it was his duty to fix things if he didn't want to lose her. But could he fix this? He knew that if he allowed this to continue, everything would spiral out of control, and he wasn't about to face something like that. Just what was it that made him act that way? He couldn't understand.
       The only thing he could do was try to return everything to normal and pretend nothing had happened. Still be as loving as he has always been with her, but without going further; including not allowing her to go beyond either.
       He discreetly wiped his beak and headed into the living room, where Octavia was already seated waiting for him. To his uncomfortable surprise, Octavia had taken the opportunity to leave herself half-naked; only keeping her shirt on and –hopefully, her underwear.
       —Aren't you cold? —Stolas asked, trying not to lose his composure—.
       —On the contrary. The whole day has been infernally hot. —She answered perceptively, pretending to blow air at herself with her hand—.
       —I... see.
       Stolas was still shocked, but he was doing his best to hide it, and to be discreet even while looking for where Octavia left the rest of her clothes.
       So, he proceeded to sit on the other side of the sofa, took the TV control and asked.
       —What movie do you want to see Via?
       —A friend recommended this cool movie, Blade Runner; humans hunting human-looking robots or something, really philosophical or whatever. According to her, the humans call it «A classic».
       Stolas agreed, thinking that a movie might be a good distraction. But the truth is that he was surprised that she did not recommend something of sexual or romantic nature, and even managed to breathe a sigh of relief in the process of putting the film.
       This movie begins by explaining that, in that world, a company managed to create synthetic life to use as slaves for dangerous jobs that no one could do, but they learned to rebel against their masters, so police came up with a division of hunters called "Blade Runners". They are in charge of hunting them down and eliminating them.
       As the movie begins, some servant imps suddenly appeared, leaving snacks on the table such as popcorn, chips and soda. It again looked like Octavia had everything planned for tonight.
       The film continues while Octavia bends down to take the bowl of popcorn, on the scene there are two people carrying out an interview, one of the actors says: «You find a tortoise in a desert and you decide to turn it belly up», «The tortoise tries to flip back, but cannot without your help; and you don't help, why don’t you?»
       —What kind of question is that? If he flipped the turtle, obviously he did it on purpose and it's clear he's not going to help. —Octavia stammered, already starting to gobble down the popcorn—.
       Stolas saw it differently, if someone hurts you; perhaps without realizing it, it doesn't hurt to help back in order to make amends. He thought of how to help Octavia at that moment.
       The interrogation continued. And another dialogue came to Stolas as cold water, «My mother? I'll tell you about my mother» says the interrogated as he shoots to kill the interrogator. The scene ends abruptly.
       Stolas immediately thought of his mother, had she gone through the same thing as he did with Stella? Was she used only to give birth to children who could inherit the throne no matter what the consequences? In the end, was Stolas grateful for the life she gave him?
       The streets full of buildings and people everywhere, the chaos and the strange aesthetics that accompanied it, these reminded him of the various rings of hell, some more crowded than others, many flooded in perpetual chaos; others –like the protagonist when they start to float in the flying car –peaceful and calm, but with chaos hidden in plain sight. The protagonist is escorted to a superior to explain that he must eliminate some "replicants" that attacked a ship. The irony of the search of the human to create life and that this life stabs them in the back; it was the best metaphor to describe them, but also to describe many other infernal beings. Within a few minutes Stolas was intrigued by the film they were watching.
       —How stupid, why keep creating something that you know will betray you? —Octavia commented in a wry tone—.
       Stolas ignores the comment. 
       In the end, the protagonist is forced to take the case, something with which he also identified. He was completely immersed in the plot, and Octavia was slowly beginning to realize this.
       Other scenes go by until another special one comes into play: «You like it?» Says another character, on stage there was now a woman with the protagonist on a room where there was an artificial Owl.
       Being so into what he saw, Stolas analysed every scene and every dialogue, he also let his imagination shine, like a small child picking up a piece of paper and a crayon. He saw the owl and thought of something funny.
       —Via…—Stolas murmurs—.
       Octavia turned to Stolas as she continued gobbling down some chips.
       —Hoot Hoot. —Stolas said with his face transformed into one similar to the owl in the movie—.
       Octavia couldn't help but laugh, since she was eating; she began to cough and choke.
       —Oh my gosh. —Stolas exclaimed, returning to normal—.
       He turned Octavia on her back and hugged her around the torso, beginning to press rhythmically.
       A few moments later she signalled with her hand that she was fine, as if to make him understand that he was exaggerating. When Stolas stopped; both realized how close they were, leaving an awkward silence between the two.
       —Dad... you're an idiot. —Octavia expressed between coughing and coughing—.
       She then moves towards him, leaning on his forearm.
       —Now you'll have to pamper me for the rest of the movie. —She told him in a childish voice as if throwing a tantrum—.
       Stolas’ heart was pounding, and she could feel it.
       «She shows her husband a picture of a naked woman and he likes it so much he wants to hang it on his bedroom wall» says the protagonist while interviewing the woman, just like the interview at the beginning.
       For Octavia, the first thing that comes to her mind is perhaps to pose for her dad, she hugs his arm tightly, almost resting it against her breasts. Stolas on the other hand thinks of Blitzo. From the beginning he believed he was interested in him, at first it was just sex, until Stolas more and more tried to make it something sentimental, genuine –and he wondered if Blitzo ever thought the same of him. The mention of the photo reminded him of the times when he was still with Stella; Stolas and Blitzo would see each other on the sly and take provocative photos for each other –even thinking if having those photos on his cell phone would be enough of a metaphor for “hanging” a painting.
       «She's a replica, and she doesn't know it» the actor expresses offended –while another character; the person responsible for these replicas, is only fascinated that he could discover the truth so easily.
       —Because nothing can go wrong. —Octavia stammered in a tone similar to that used in cartoons to represent the voice of a ghost—. Dad, are you a copy?
       —Well, I've been alive for more than the 4 years they can survive, so I don't think so. —He replied playfully—.
       —But what if you are special and live forever?
       —I hope that's not the case, the original Stolas would surely miss his daughter a lot right now.
       —But I would have two dads.
       —And we'd visit Loo Loo Land twice as often.
       —Please no.
       Stolas laughed out loud caressing his little girl's head.
       Later in the film, one of the evil replicas invades what seems to be a laboratory, where they found a man, apparently responsible for the creation of these creatures too. «Your eyes, I made your eyes», «Tyrell, He made your brain»
       Stolas turns to Octavia, and she sees him back. He sees her eyes, the beautiful colour of her eyes, he sees her plumage, he sees her figure similar to his. He made her; he gave her life. His little starfire that lights up his life day by day.
       He leans down a bit to rest his head on hers, closing his eyes as he warmly moves his face between Octavia's feathers, as if caressing her.
       Octavia responds to this with more caresses on her father's arms, but what Stolas did not know is that, with the second hand, Octavia was slowly reaching for his crotch. Luckily enough, at the same time a rumble is heard in the film giving both a scare, Stolas finally feels his daughter's hand and jumps in surprise, scaring both of them.
       Stolas doesn't say anything, but it could be seen that his breathing hitched, his heart rate skyrocketed, and he was sweating a little. Then he swallowed hard and tried to relax.
       Octavia only moved to one side when she felt the sudden response of her father's body, resting one hand on the edge of the seat and with the other she adjusts the feathers and makes a strange movement with her beak.
       They both made a noise with their throats to feign ignorance and turned back to the television.
       The movie continued while both; in silence, only dedicated themselves to continue eating the snacks. Octavia on one hand wanted to get attached to her father again, but she was afraid that being so direct would let him see her intentions. Stolas on the other hand wanted to hide his awareness in what they saw and completely turned off his mind to stop thinking about all these events that gave no quarter.
       More scenes kept going: «Enhance the image, center, extend, enhance, focus»
       —I'm in. —Octavia finally said like an 80’s movie hacker—.
       Stolas let out a light laugh which he tried to silence by covering his mouth with his hand, while Octavia looked at him with a small, reserved smile.
       The effort by both of them to find what they wanted from each other could be felt throbbing in the air, the fear of taking a step in the wrong direction could be smelled like thick incense smoke.
       The TV kept going: «Hey, give him a drink. The man is dry»
       —Hey, I'm walking in here.  —Stolas said now in the tone of an Italian mobster—.
       They both laughed a little and got back together. This time Octavia leaned on Stolas’ shoulder as she wrapped her arm around him, leaning against the back of the sofa. Their heads leaned against each other in a sign of reconciliation.
       In the film, the protagonist was now investigating a woman in a brothel. Posing as a social worker, he interviews her while she takes a shower. This more than obviously made Octavia think about her adventure and her desire that she still wants to do it again; but this time she had to hold back, because by that time it was more than obvious to her that she would not get anything without using that cursed product.
       This on the outside didn't seem to shock her in the least, but inside she was already on fire trying to contain her desires.
       Stolas, on the other hand, saw the scene with a certain sadness, the way she talked made him believe that she did not want the life she had, and that she was also the only one she could count with, due to the circumstances. The fact that the scene ended with her death; the blade runner’s boss telling him that now the woman he had interviewed previously was now part of the target list, and now meeting yet another of the replicas, the pain the actor felt could be felt by Stolas «Painful to live in fear, don't you think?»
       Just as the protagonist was presented with difficult situations one after another, Stolas felt the same, and this only brought him more sorrow.
       During this fight, the replica woman saved the protagonist from certain death, and they go together to his apartment –​​where they interact for a while. In the end he falls asleep, all the while she begins to play the piano for him; action that wakes him up instants later, so he sits next to her. Little by little she goes back to playing the piano reflecting on her newly discovered identity. «You play wonderfully» he tells the woman as he approaches her for a kiss on her cheek and neck, after that he wants to approach her beak, but she rejects him and leaves. He stops her in a rush of violent erotic masculinity, and she finally agrees to his advances, culminating in passionate sex and mutual desire. «I want you», «Touch me».
       Like oil and water, this scene excited Octavia, but made Stolas uncomfortable.
       The movie continued, and it was shown that the replicas had created their own emotions; similar to love, between them. A replica made for war and another for the pleasure of man, and now fighting to live together. And as they discover that they will not be able to live anymore, anger leads one of the replicas to murder its creator. «The flame that shines the brightest, fades faster», «You shine bright» –These were his creator’s last words before he was killed.
       Stolas did not feel as if he was shining, on the contrary, he felt that there was a thick black cloud that hid his flame. Then he looked at Octavia, who was looking deep into the film, and he saw her as that light that he couldn't be.
       —I'll be right back. —Octavia says as she stands up—. I have to go to the bathroom.
       Stolas just nodded as she walked away.
       The film was nearing the end, the final confrontation between the protagonist and the two missing replicas began. In a short fight he struck down the woman, and this provoked the man's anger.
       For a moment Stolas put himself in the replica's shoes, he imagined how he would feel if something happened to his little girl, if he wasn't there to take care of her. Instinctively he wanted to hug Octavia but being that he was currently alone, he had no choice but to hug a pillow.
       «Are you the good guy?»
       Stolas wondered the same thing at the time. Was he doing the right thing? Was he the good one? Or was he not?
       The scene, in addition to deepening the fight between human and copy, also showed the replica man who was approaching his death. Time had taken its toll on him, and his life was ending that night, and the pain of the inevitable led him to try and take out with him as many as he could.
       «It's quite an experience to live in fear, don't you think? That's how it feels to be a slave»
       The replica leans in front of the protagonist, brings a white dove trapped in his hands and with his last breath says: «I have seen things you people wouldn’t believe, attack ships in flames on the shoulders of Orion. I’ve seen G-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhäuser's gate, all those memories will be lost in time… like tears –in rain. Time to die» The replica then dies at that instant, letting the dove fly away, taking off immediately.
       And so, the man stares at him until he is distracted by the voice of someone else, another man in his line of work congratulating him on a job well done. And when he leaves, he simply turns to see him one last time, «Too bad she won't live, but then again who does? »
       These words make the man run home to meet the woman once more, fearing the worst; but she is still alive. So, they decide to escape from there, so that as long as she lives, they can live together –until the end.
       The film ends as Octavia returns.
       —Ugh, I missed the ending! The human dies? —Octavia replies annoyed—.
       Stolas, emotionally destroyed, turns to see his little girl and calls her back into his arms as the credits roll on the screen. Surprised, she takes the opportunity and goes into his arms.
       They both become attached to each other for a long time.
       —Go to sleep, my little starfire. —Stolas tells her gently—.
       The guilt that lived in Stolas’ heart would not go away that easily, he knew that. But as long as he could make things right; if only once, he would be satisfied.
       Octavia feeling Stolas' sincere fatherly love felt warm. She never wanted to lose that feeling, her desire to always have him by her side only grew stronger every moment. And it was written in the stars that it would reach even further, to the firmament.
       Stolas kept stroking Octavia, even though he felt incredibly exhausted from another heavy day. What he didn't know was that; when she went to the bathroom, she had gone to apply more of that balm that she had bought. She already knew it worked, and since her casual approaches didn't seem to have the effect she wanted, she figured she should keep a more aggressive stance on her plan.
       She, who was still receiving caresses, looked up at her father, saw him with an innocent gaze, that, just as she sought to see him in the eye, she sought to escape from his gaze, and so she puts her hand on his chest and there she played with a claw caressing him.
       Stolas, being so exhausted, began to fall into the effects faster than the first time, but mixing with his exhaustion would open the doors for Octavia to explore a little more of not only her creativity, but her own sexuality, something that she was inexperienced in, but would learn in the process.
       Thus, Octavia approached her father and delicately gave him a kiss on the beak while the hand with which she was caressing his chest took him behind the neck and with the other took him on by the cheek; with which she guided him to the position of her beaks. He closed his eyes in a relaxed ecstasy –a mixed feeling of peace with sentimental eroticism, which allowed them both to enjoy the mutual taste of their beaks in peace and without pressure. The curious thing about this scene is that unlike last night; where Stolas was in charge, now she was, but she was inexperienced, she had never kissed someone herself and it showed. She tried to imitate what they had done last night, but because this time he was in a more submissive state he couldn't guide her. However, they took their time, calmly and lovingly; As if it were true love, she gradually understood what she had to do and how to do it. She was not an expert; but you could feel the thrill of her trying. Many talks about how fun it was to give the first kiss, with whom or where; or the circumstances that led to that kiss. But she couldn’t do so since it was meant to be a secret, but she did not care, being able to kiss her father was more than enough.
       Her excitement was becoming easier to see. like a dog, or in her case, like a bird –she flapped her tail repeatedly as she kissed him.
       Stolas slowly began to make his own movements, his weight; being larger than Octavia's, forced her to lean back while he slowly forced himself on top of her. Octavia, for her part, no longer needing to lean on Stolas so much to maintain her position, took one of his arms and hid it under her blouse towards her breasts, –Stolas had guessed correctly at the beginning, she was indeed naked beneath. It was clear that all this time it had been her idea, but there was nothing he could do now.
       The real reason they watched that specific movie was because she just searched for 5 minutes on the internet for something that was full-length to use as «background noise» while they had sex, she never expected she would have to see the whole thing to be honest.
       The reason they even watched the movie to begin with was simply because she had a list of “fantasies” she wanted to carry on with him.
       The reason she was forced to use her dark wiles again was simply not to let the opportunity go to waste.
       Her father then with his open hand took one of her breasts, which he gently squeezed while he released his arm already in position for her to continue touching him in a reciprocal way; this means that now her hand sought to reach her father's crotch, a place she failed to reach the first time she tried.
       When she felt his penis between her claws, she really didn't know what to do, she supposed that jerking him off would be a good start anyway –and that's what she did.
       This took Stolas by surprise, which allowed Octavia to push him away from the way they were, for her to be on top of him once again. And now in that position she looked down and saw two things, the bulge generated by her father's hand that was still holding her breast and her hand holding her father's dick.
       The first time she hadn't really noticed him, so in a way this was the first time she had seen it in close-up. She, remembering a pornographic video that she had seen beforehand, thought of following that script and seeing how she felt.
       In this video, the actress moved away from the man to bow down before him and perform oral sex on him. Even though the position she and Stolas were in was not exactly the same; or the best for this, it did not stop her from trying.
       Leaving her father leaning against the arms of the couch, she took off her shirt –which she dropped somewhere, she leaned back and tried to lower her body and face, she adjusted the feathers that were in front of her and that prevented her from seeing well and there it was –head on.
       A little nervous, she first smelled it, it was a strange but intoxicating fragrance, at the same time that she felt disgust; she felt the need to smell him one more time.
       She slowly opened her mouth a little, if breath were visible, you would only see a small white cloud come out of there out of rhythm. Stolas, who continued in his motionless state, only saw her, and this only made her the more nervous.
       When she gathered enough courage, she stuck out her tongue just a little and tasted the tip of it, almost like a child who first tastes a popsicle before eating it whole. This caused Stolas’ body to react involuntarily, causing his penis to twitch a little and causing her to move away from it for a few moments in surprise.
       She took courage once more, this time she would lick it from the base to the tip, causing Stolas to make a slight moan. Then she licked it again, and another, and another –until she finally swallowed it whole.
       She closed her eyes as she did so, something similar to the reflex action we do when the doctor inserts a wooden trowel into the patient's mouth to check for infections –therefore, after a few moments she pulled it out. As she was not used to this at all.
       She took a deep breath and tried again, again she thought about the video she saw and tried to imitate it again, bobbing her head up and down as she found her own rhythm and her own limit.
       Stolas for his part continued to enjoy the pampering he received from his daughter. He had already made himself comfortable and even at one point even put his hand on Octavia's head, who on several occasions stopped to get some air.
       She couldn't describe what she really felt, a part of her was going wildly aroused while her logical side tried to figure out what was making her that way. It was not explained why, but she was greatly enjoying returning the favour to her father. Now it was her turn to give him what he wanted.
       —N…now it's my turn. —Octavia stammered, straightening up again as a thread of saliva that joined her mouth to his dick stretched and broke.
       She then leaned Stolas further down, forcing him to only hold himself slightly up by his shoulders which now rested on the seat of the sofa. Octavia then climbed on top of her father and slowly sat down so that his penis rubbed against her.
       Her father, feeling her, wet with excitement, simply closed his eyes tightly, expecting to receive a sensitive overdose at once. However, she slowly sat up –as if she was afraid of hurting herself, even knowing full well that she had already had him inside her once and that nothing had happened to her.
       Even with everything she'd done so far, even with all the planning and premeditated excitement. For the first time she felt truly vulnerable and afraid.
       And as Stolas’ penis went inside her, the one who received the overwhelming cloud of sensations was Octavia, who released a stammering moan as she arched her back and rested her arms tightly on her father's body.
       She wanted to start moving, but that unusual fear had her immobile. Sensitively and emotionally petrified.
       Little by little she rose a few centimetres to then let herself fall back down, each time she did so she released a weak moan to the wind in unison with his father.
       And so, the minutes passed, and the night deepened. As they both sank into lust once more.














A flame in doubt



       Little by little Octavia was already understanding her own rhythm, and so she used that night to explore her tastes and really know how to be a woman.
       She wanted to be the perfect woman for her father –and due to Stolas' constant adventures with Blitzo, which were the ones that caused the change in life they now had, she took for granted that the way she could do it was the same that imp did. To her, this made sense.
       And so, for a long time she dominated him, mounted him and squeezed every drop of sweat that came out of him until they ended up in a deep sleep one on top of the other. Anyone who was unaware of the nature of these two demons would believe that they were just any couple who, out of sheer pleasure, chose to make the living room their play area. And not of a father and daughter sinking in sacrilege.
       The next morning Stolas was the first to wake up. He felt overwhelmed as if he was suffering from a hangover –which confused him since he hadn't had any alcohol that night. He knew that the night before he hung out with his daughter watching a movie; he even he remembers the arduous sexual passion that continued after, but he believed it a dream, he wished it was a dream. –It was when he opened his eyes completely and saw himself lying down; Naked, and with his daughter on him just as exposed, he gave a gasp that petrified him.
       Octavia, who was still sleepy from all the energy she expended, simply settled on him like a cat looking for the most comfortable position to sleep in.
       However, Stolas was having a hard time, his heart rate was racing intensely and he was trying to understand what had happened.
       A part of him was furious, what took control of him had done it again. Was the trauma and pain so strong that he only found catharsis in having affairs with his daughter? Was he really that kind of monster? That he should abuse the innocence of his little girl to satisfy his needs. He hated to see the monster he became.
       Stolas wanted to cry inside and out; he didn't know how he should take responsibility for what he was doing. And he didn't want anyone to know what he had done. He loved her with all of her being, he didn't want to lose her, her little Octavia was the last thing he had left in this life that brought him genuine happiness. Regardless of even his relationship with Blitzo, he could be left with nothing at all and still carry on as long as Octavia was by his side.
       While patting her head, she unconsciously responded with a gentle smile; seeing it made him feel a warm sensation in his heart. But he knew they couldn't be together like this –even if he wanted to.
       If he wanted it that way? That thought haunted him non-stop –while, deep down inside, his heart began to doubt, and that was what hurt him the most.
       He knew that the best he could do was to keep this a secret until he could work it out properly. And regarding his daughter –he had to face her and tell her the truth.
       After monologuing with himself, he waited for her to wake up.
       Octavia; unlike her father, she woke up with a wide smile, her gaze obscured by Stolas’ plumage and her masculine scent, made her want to sleep again and keep that feeling forever. Slowly looking up she gave his dad a small kiss on his beak that was not reciprocated, and then she saw the concerned face of her father who was staring into her eyes. This piercing look of pain immediately worried Octavia, and she wiped the smile from her face.
       —What is wrong Dad? —Octavia asked in a trembling voice—.
       —Via, I know what's going on and–
       —Y-you know? What do you know? —Octavia interrupted, and her eyes filled with panic—.
       Stolas reacted with a puzzled look to his daughter's frantic response. 
       —Eh yeah. It is clear that since my problems with your mother began, and even more so when my relationship with Blitz declined, I have felt emotionally frustrated and unfortunately it seems that I end up taking this tension out on you. I hope you can forgive me. Please don't think this is the real me, I will do whatever it takes to make you forgive me. —Stolas sounded truly regretful—.
       Octavia wanted to put on a relieved face, but the panic wouldn't let up on her, and she immediately broke out in a panicky sweat.
       —Oh, well... I... you... this... There's nothing to forgive, I'm happy that my first experiences were with someone who cares so much about me and stuff... Hehe... Heh… —Octavia tried to formulate into a coherent sentence—.
       She couldn't handle the anxiety, and she had nothing to say that wouldn't immediately give her away. If she said that she was fine and that she liked having sex with him, Stolas would immediately think that he corrupted her and feel bad; she also didn't want to make him feel guilty and lose any opportunity to continue looking to formalize something with him. She was between a rock and a hard place –she loses now or loses later.
       —But it's wrong! I am your father Octavia, and you are not an adult yet. I double your age!
       —B…but I don't want you to leave me, I don't want to lose you.
       —You'll never lose me Via, ever. But we must keep our distance until I recover from whatever is happening to me. I don't want to lose you and I don't want to hurt you either.
       —You're not hurting me, on the contrary; let's be together forever. Fuck mom. —Octavia snuggled into Stolas—. Fuck everyone.
       —My little starfire... —Stolas hugged Octavia tightly as he said this—.
       Finally, they both got up some time later and went to their respective rooms.
       Stolas got ready, since, that afternoon; as he and Blitz had agreed a long time ago, they would meet to return the Grimoire and have his well-deserved night of passion, even though at this moment he wasn't sure he wanted sex at all.
       Octavia for her part dressed as usual to go out.
       Still somewhat afraid of believing that her father had discovered her, she hid what was left of the balm under her bed as she recalled her conversation with the woman in the store.
       «The consequences if that person does not love you could be disastrous. [...], the other person is going to question how or why they did it. And if that person didn't see himself having sex with you, he would obviously assume you did something with him. [...]»
       She felt cornered. Was it too early to use it again? Should she let things settle down before drugging him again?
       She had already spilled the truth with Loona, maybe she could ask her for advice. And so, she took her cell phone and tried to reach her.
       —Loon, will you be busy?
       — ???
       —Do you want to go to Hellbucks for something?
       —I guess... here in pride?
       —Yes, wherever is fine, see you at 3:00.
       
       ***
       
       Stolas on his end did a similar thing with Blitzo.
       —Ohhhh Blitzy~
       — I know Stolas, I know.
       — Owwww... don't get like that Blitzy☹ Besides, this time I just want the book. You're free to leave later, I'll return it to you when I'm done with my work.
       —Everything's fine?
       — All good my dear Blitzy, nothing that can worry my little imp. Is 3:00 okay?
       —If you say so...
       
       ***
       
       «Now what the fuck happened?» Blitzo and Loona wondered at the end of their respective conversations.
       The rest of the morning passed without incident. Stolas and Octavia went about their morning chores until their appointment time approached.
       And if it were necessary to mention, not a word was exchanged between them during that time.
       Stolas hoped that Octavia would take the day to herself and clear her mind, while he tried to distract his to erase those thoughts of lust that he thought he had.
       On the other hand, Octavia wanted to take the day to plan a new strategy that would help her make her father fall in love with her, and she hoped that Stolas would use this time to change his mind and by some demonic miracle would come to her with open arms saying that he loved her.
       As 3:00 grew near, Octavia grabbed her beanie and headed to pride, where she would meet Loona – at Hellbucks; Imp City
       —Honestly, I didn't think you'd come, Loon.
       —Don't play dumb Octavia, you know why I came. Are you going to pretend that yesterday never happened?
       —I only told you that because you wanted to rat me out to YOUR dad, and that would have gotten ME in trouble, because he would have told mine and then HE would have asked me what I was doing in lust. No one was supposed to know until my plan worked.
       —Oh yes, because it's super normal that overnight you find out that your friend is going out with her dad. Besides, I wasn't going to rat you out – we're friends. Remember? I trust you; you just had me worried. Damn I would have believed any lie. But... Stolas?
       Octavia was astonished from what she was listening to. Little by little her gaze lowered from her as she tried to hide her face in her beanie, covered in embarrassment to the point of having her chin on the edge of the table they were sitting on.
       —I…I'm sorry Via, I really didn't think it was something of that calibre!
       —Either way, last night we had sex again and this morning he said he would keep his distance so he «wouldn't hurt me. » It's not supposed to happen like this. He should have fallen in love with me.
       —Who the hell falls in love with sex?! —Loona yelled, she didn't know if she was angry or laughing at what she heard—.
       —It worked for Blitzo! —Octavia replied annoyed—.
       —Look, neither you nor I know how the affair between those two began. But that doesn't mean that just because Blitz fucked your father now you should do it, besides Blitz doesn't love him. Also, he does it so your father lends us the Grimoire, remember? —Loona was saying as she tried with all her might to keep her composure—. By the way, how did you convince him to have sex with you in the first place?
       —You know the truth so I guess I can talk it out. In lust I bought a balm that drugs whoever smells it and induces a state of excitement. —Octavia's voice cracked a little when saying these words, listening to Loona in that way caused a lump in her throat and she felt as if she were a criminal who confessed to her crimes—.
       —Basically, remote Viagra? But that means he's aware, meaning ultimately there's something in him that allows that shit to work. Fuck, everyone here is so gross. Ok, let me help you. N.…not to fuck your father, again –I must clarify.
       
       ***
       
       While Loona and Octavia chatted; in the Goetia mansion, Stolas received Blitzo.
       —Blitzy! —Stolas exclaimed with a big smile—.
       —Hey hey Stolas, here's the book. —He replied nonchalantly as he held out his hand, handing over the Grimoire—. So, can I go now?
       —Yes, that's all I needed from you today.
       —Sure? Don't you want me to fuck your brains out? —Blitzo said in a tone similar to that of a boy asking his girlfriend to dance—. Are you okay?
       —You don't need to know anything else, Blitz.
       —Ok birdbrain, now you really have my curiosity – you've never missed an opportunity to get your way with me.
       —As tempting as you want to sound my little imp, it's not going to work.
       —Come on, tell daddy.
       —If you want to see this book again, you're going to go, do you understand Blitzo?
       —OK BYE! —Blitzo yelled as he got into his truck and, putting his foot all the way down, drove away—.
       With a lump in his throat, Stolas returned to the palace, embracing the book. His heart was so confused and in pieces that he couldn't feel sadness or guilt for having treated Blitzo like this, he simply hoped that in this way he could purify his mind and order his ideas.
       —Perhaps another day, my dear friend... —He said to himself—.
       Back with Loona and Octavia, Loona's phone rings, and it's Blitzo dialling.
       —What do you want Blitz?
       —Hey Loonie, I'm on my way back home, are you at pride? I can go pick you up.
       —I'm busy, idiot. I’ll go home later.
       Loona hung up the call.
       —Looks like you traumatized your father so much that he didn't want to fuck Blitz anymore.
       —Ha ha ha. Is that what you meant by helping? —Octavia says sarcastically—.
       —Octavia, love doesn't work like that. If you keep doing this, you're only going to end up alone. Is that what you want? It's the same with these two.
       —And what do you recommend I do?
       —Besides therapy? Ugh... I don't feel comfortable giving advice on how to pick up your father.
       —You wouldn't understand...
       —No and I don't want to, but well here we are, right? Anyway, that thing you bought... Did it come with instructions? After certain uses he is convinced that he loves you?
       —No, it's just that, something to whet the sexual appetite and suppress whatever it is that might prevent it. Or at least that's how I understand it.
       —And at least you used a condom?
       —Nope.
       Loona from the surprise and abruptly direct response couldn't help but choke on her drink. Coughing as she recovered.
       —Motherfucker. So, if you don't make him fall in love, you're going to anchor him with a baby? —Loona was trying to recover from almost certain death—.
       —I hadn't thought of it that way.
       —Don't even think about it, Octavia.
       —So what?
       —Fuck, start thinking about the things you do, and stop drugging your father so you can fuck him. But I'm sure you won't listen to me.
       Octavia and Loona continued arguing for a long time without getting anywhere. Loona was trying to understand Octavia's motives and how she could possibly feel this way about her father –although well, at the end of the day it's hell and nothing is really « Forbidden » in the world of sin.
       On the other hand, Octavia while talking about her father felt great joy. She had already gotten so close about her affair that she felt like going into detail about everything she had done with him.
       At the end of the day Octavia somehow got what she wanted, now she knew that if she didn't make him fall in love in one way, she could in other ways. And so, she managed to regain the motivation to keep trying.
       However, she also believed that Loona was right about the drug, if she really wanted her father's love then he should fall in love naturally and sincerely. She would therefore save the balm for truly worthwhile occasions.
       While all this was happening, Stolas, who already had the grimoire in his hands, got to work.
       Since the grimoire allowed him to see possible futures, he couldn't contain his curiosity regarding his own future; something that normally was not recommended because knowing your own future brings with it its emotional consequences; Especially if you don't like the answer.
       For a while he searched and searched. He saw himself with Octavia, but he had no clear information regarding how the relationship between the two seemed to survive, if it was the paternal love or that corrupt feeling. Perhaps the answer was clear, but he remained ambiguous to avoid accepting the reality of what was to come. He was giving up, maybe he did love his daughter that way?
       Curiously, when he focused on that idea, he began to feel happier and more relaxed again, as if a weight had been lifted from him, but his conscience continued to weigh on him infinitely.
       He continued his work, striving not to continue wasting time on a ghost hunt that would lead him nowhere. With all his strength, he gave his best to finish quickly and be able to return to his most personal tasks.
       Meanwhile, after Loona's harsh reprimand, Octavia continued with a more casual chat, digressing on what they had done the last few days and what they had seen or heard, telling each other the gossip of the week.
       In a way, they both needed to give themselves some real distraction time. Being so constantly on the edge of their emotions had brought them consequences they weren't ready to face.
       —I tell you Via, pride has been saturated lately with human souls. From what I managed to hear from them is that in recent years all humans are fighting to see who has the right opinion and show others how stupid they are on the moral whateverthefuck. Violence is also bursting at the seams; well, more than usual.
       —Surely, they're making another war.
       —Or those who couldn't defend their ideas ended up killing the other person, or themselves. I don't understand the rush to get here, it's not exactly a place that meets your standards. —Octavia replied as she turned to face the streets of Imp City, coincidentally allowing her to watch an imp pull a stroller from a mother's hands and run away only to end up being crushed by a speeding vehicle—.
       —Meh… you grow to like it, I guess. —Loona replied—. And what will you do tonight?
       —Probably posting some photos from today on Sinstagram or going to see some taxidermy; you can come if you want.
       —As long as I don't have to put up with Blitz at home; fuck yhea.
       —Is he just as annoying as my dad? —Octavia laughed mockingly—.
       —Or worse... But didn't you say you loved him? —I didn't think "annoying" was part of his resume for you to love him—.
       —I only hate it when he treats me like a baby. Any other time it's usually cute.
       They both finished their drinks and continued their chat as they headed to their next destination.
       
       ***
       
       Back with Stolas –who had already finished using the grimoire, began to take care of his greenhouse as usual, watering or feeding the plants while he told them some story or sang a song.
       He also got to gossip with them, even though he was the only one who really talked. He told them about what had happened with Octavia, with Blitzo, what he saw in his premonitions when working with the Grimoire. And he used the opportunity to recapitulate the things he had done and how he did them, as a self-taught method to know himself and what he wanted to do.
       It was a way for him to monologue without feeling like an idiot talking to himself, and since no one went there unless he gave the order, it was the perfect place to give himself absolute privacy.
       And so, the rest of the day passed without further ado. On the night Octavia came home, she and Stolas hugged each other, said goodnight, and went to bed.













Wildfire: Part 1



       Even though the coin had now been flipped, the following days passed without anything special. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were blown away, it was until Saturday that this unstable Dynamic Duo would see its next setback –because Octavia had to see Stella once again.
       The morning was cold and invited anyone to lie in bed embraced by the warm blankets and the cosy heat generated within them during the night.
       The soothing scent of dew on the garden outside the window slipped through the grills and subtly embraced your nose filling you with energy.
       —MMMhhmmmmMMMhhmmm… —An annoyed moan could be heard from someone grumbling against her pillow—.
       «Nock Nock»
       —MMMhhmm… —She replied again—.
       «Nock Nock»
       —I'm awake! Octavia screamed at the top of her lungs without lifting her face from the pillow—.
       —Come on Via, it's not long before Stella comes to pick you up. —Stolas was heard saying from the other side of the door—.
       —I don't want to see mom.
       —Neither do I. So, hurry it up.
       Octavia finally raised her head with a face of disbelief that even she herself could not handle.
       Like last week, and the week before that –and so on. Octavia saw her mother on the weekends.
       While Stella saw it as a pleasure in life to annoy Stolas, Octavia was left in the middle to receive the insults and criticism from her mother in the incessant attempt to make her hate him as much as she did. Therefore, Octavia always tried to come up with an excuse that would let her save herself from going, and Stella always found a way to not let her get her way.
       If you think you would have a good idea, she has tried the following:
       —I can't mom, some friends and I are going to go to do the tour of Dante and Virgil.
       Stella offered to accompany her or bring bodyguards.
       —It will be another day; I'm going to watch the concert online with Loona at her house.
       Stella was offended because she knew she was Blitz’s adopted hellhound, she insulted him so loudly that Octavia preferred to just get into the car.
       —I don’t want to go.
       Simple but direct, Stella just raised an eyebrow and motioned for the driver to open the back door.
       And the list could go on, this was repeated every Saturday, so there are plenty of examples.
       Finally, and after an hour or two, Octavia was ready and dressed. She put her things in a handbag and while the engine of her mother's car could be heard, she went down to the front door –where she waited for her mother to park –with her classic unfriendly look that swayed to the rhythm of the music that came out of her headphones.
       —Octavia, good morning. Ready to go? —Said Stella—.
       —No… —Octavia answered with no energy in her voice—.
       —Well, if you're not going to come, say so at once. —Stella's voice was aggressive, as if she resented being there—.
       Octavia surprised entered into an internal conflict that she was not expecting to have. Normally her mother pretended to be this nice and caring person and, as previously established, offered to spend time with her daughter in whatever she wanted, in an attempt to not give her the opportunity not to spend the weekend with her.
       In a rare brief moment of uncertainty Octavia was ready to apologize and climb into the vehicle on her own but in the next instant she became aware of her mother's disgusting manipulations. –Losing the opportunity to get rid of the torture of spending two days with her mother was something she couldn't pass up. So, she took all the strength from her heart, and with a piercing gaze she saw her mother in her eyes.
       —I will not go. —Octavia finally said—.
       Stella simply gave a disgusted look and a mumbled groan, as she signalled the driver to return.
       What Stella had done was simple, get her daughter used to always having to see her –this way she would end up accepting her «fate» and start seeing her for what one would think was her own account. In this way, when breaking the pattern, the victim would believe that something bad is happening and would do anything to not break the cycle. But Octavia, still being in a «honeymoon» state with the idea of ​​her father loving her; that feeling was stronger than any manipulation.
       Stolas was going through something similar, even though he still hadn't talked to his daughter about what he thought that day, every day since then he was getting more and more towards the idea of ​​being with her. He began to truly believe that what he felt was in fact –love.
       So, Octavia turned back to the mansion, closing the door with her own body leaning against it; and when it closed, her body continued to slide down as if it were slipping water. She ended up sitting on the floor and using the door as support.
       —Via! Are you okay? —Stolas shouted, surprised at having heard the door a second time, he had headed for the exit. And now he saw his daughter on the floor—.
       —I'm fine dad, better than ever. —answered Octavia with sighs of relief—.
       —And your mother?
       —I told her I didn't want to see her, and she left.
       Just like Octavia before, Stolas now had the same stunned face with wide eyes. It seemed that both of them couldn't believe it and in the case of Stolas; he even got an uneasy feeling that something was wrong. But he wasn't planning to see the gift horse's tooth.
       —And what are you going to do today, Via?
       —Can we go for a walk?
       —Of course! I'll call Blitzy so we can–
       —Just the two of us…Is that okay? —she interrupted Stolas—.
       —S-Sure! Moreover, I know the perfect place. I'll go get ready.
       Octavia was starting to feel like a dream, a date with her father was clearly a step in the right direction for her and she would use this opportunity to get closer in a more natural way. Meanwhile, Stolas was dressing up in a casual way that would fit in with his girl's attire. His heart was pounding with excitement at the thought of spending some quality time with his daughter after all they'd been through. He saw it as an opportunity to get closer to her and see if actually being with her in something more formal would be possible.
       He would take her for a walk to the gluttony parks and from there to a restaurant to eat. They would go to the movies and end up in another restaurant having a candlelight dinner.
       The rain of inspiration and ideas that came to his mind was so vast and infinite that joy; absent for so long, had returned to him at last. Smiling like a child in a candy store.
       As Stolas returned to the exit to meet Octavia, she was back on her feet leaning against the wall listening to music through her headphones once again.
       —R…ready? —Stolas wavered, he could be seen nervous, standing very straight and almost looking up as if he was trying to be even taller.
       Stolas was wearing tight jeans similar to that of an 80's rocker, with broken parts for aesthetics and a chain on one side hanging from the pocket. A white promotional shirt for a Jimi Hendrix concert and on top of it a long black leather trench coat that reached to his tarsus.
       —Pfffff…
       —You do not like it? I can change.
       —No, not at all, I love it. I didn't think I'd see my dad with a fashion sense at some point, that's all. —Octavia said as she let out a small laugh—. Besides, I think that getting pretty should be my thing. Don't you think?
       —We'll change later for dinner. —Stolas presented his arm, offering his shoulder for her to hold on to—.
       Octavia gave another laugh and stood next to him, removed her headphones and hugged his arm.
       —Let's go.
       Stolas opened the door and they both got out. He conjured a portal to gluttony and his strange date had begun.
       Gluttony is a circle of hell that contains a mixture of the adjoining floors of Lust and Greed and mixes them with its own sin –since gluttony is not only characterized by humans who eat in abundance, because hunger exists in many other things, such as the hunger for power or the flesh of others.
       This made Gluttony a floor characterized by beautiful places, and terrible demons. Among the demons is Ceberus, who is in charge of punishing the humans who inhabit this circle, and Zestial Morde, a spider-like demon with a Pimp-like hat that matches his dark clothing. Places here include Beezleheaven and the Fun-Fun Zone.
       The influence of lust could be seen in the romantic style of the public areas and the influences of greed could be seen in the sophistication of the buildings and businesses, such as shops, restaurants, among others.
       They both spent a few minutes walking through the streets of this place until; guided by Stolas, they arrived at Sicelides Park, a park named after one of the works of Virgil, who would guide Dante on his journey through hell before reaching heaven with his beloved. Since the poem is about a song with the muses of Sicily, the park had musical decorations everywhere. Plus, you could hear melodious singing as if someone was actually singing in the distance, but the sound was the same no matter where you were.
       The Park was also delicately decorated with various plants of all kinds. Small and large bushes together with a bed of different flowers of all colours and incredibly tall and robust trees.
       While Octavia found beauty in the music that ambiented her date with Stolas, he looked excited with the variety of flora that he found there, you could see how Octavia momentarily looked up to see her father and he pointed to each plant with his hand that passed and explained its name, its habitat, a thousand and one curious details about it and hundreds of other more facts about them. Octavia saw him and immersed in the moment she didn't even listen to him; she only saw his beak move incessantly while she thought about kissing them over and over again.
       A few hours passed and they sat down on a nearby bench. They took each other's hands and caressed them with each other. Then Octavia took her chance and gave Stolas a kiss on the cheek so he would turn to look at her, and as he turned, he was greeted by another kiss from Octavia, this time on his beak.
       Stolas closed his eyes and for the first time, without external influences; he opened his heart to this new chapter in his life –returning the kiss lovingly and gently. Again, with one hand they intertwined their fingers and with the other they hold each other’s faces, sinking their hands into their feathers –enjoying the kiss as they had the first time. This time Octavia's newness collided with Stolas’ experience who guided her in the kiss with calm and love. Somehow finally mutually formalizing their feelings for each other.
       After the kiss they continued their way through the park until they both became hungry, so they went to have a small snack.
       Despite what seemed like a high society place, there were also plenty of street food stalls, and hell being universal you could find food of all kinds. Ice cream, Pork rinds with pico de gallo, Hot Dogs, Hamburgers, Takoyaki, Bitterballen, Currywurst, Yakisoba, the variety was endless.
       Curiously, near a hotdog stand there was a hellhound that Octavia managed to identify and she identified her too. So, both approached to greet each other.
       —Loon! What do you do in gluttony? —Octavia asked excitedly—.
       —Honestly, this is the only place where you can eat a good hotdog. —she continued—. Good afternoon, your highness.
       —Oh, Looney please. —I think our families know each other well enough that you don't have to be so formal—.
       —Good afternoon, Stolas, and what are you doing here?
       Octavia hugged Stolas’ arm once again, who, a little uncomfortable to tell the truth, thought of a plausible excuse.
       —We came to eat something too; do you recommend a hotdog then?
       Loona, who already knew Octavia's intentions; realized that this was a half-truth. And her attitude with him was more than clear evidence of this.
       —They're good, but it's better if you choose something on your own. —Loona replied a little apathetically, her gaze never leaving Octavia—. It was nice to see you both; I guess. But I'm leaving now.
       —Nice to see you Loony. —Stolas replied, then turned to Octavia—. Are you okay Via?
       —Yes, everything’s ok. —She hugged him tighter—. Let's see what to eat, I'm starving.
       During their walk through the various food stalls, they both decided that they would eat something different, and if anything, they would share it with the other. Stolas bought takoyaki and Octavia Bitterballen.
       The Takoyaki is a Japanese food made from wheat flour and octopus in the form of a ball. Popular for being very hot, it often happens that people burn their mouths wanting to eat them as soon as they are served. The Bitterballen is a kind of traditional snack from Dutch and Belgian cuisine made from minced beef, meat broth, flour and butter, all seasoned with parsley, salt and ground pepper. It is possible to find places where they also add curry powder or nutmeg to the recipe.
       Once they bought their respective food, they returned to the park, took a seat on the nearest bench and dedicated themselves to eating.
       —Hot! It burns! —Stolas began to shout as he used his hand as a fan—.
       —You were warned. —Octavia laughed between words—.
       —But it's so delicious! You have to try it.
       Octavia tried her dish, which, unlike takoyaki, has a more vivid flavour due to the number of spices it contains.
       —I think mine is better. —Octavia said with a cynical look as she wiggled like dancing in her seat, which is actually that she had choked and was trying to swallow her food—.
       The time to exchange came and one fed the other.
       —Open wide. —She orders her dad as she brings a ball of her bitterballen to his mouth—.
       Stolas then opens it as wide as he can and she drops the ball into his mouth, which, supported by his hand, closes it to avoid spilling it out.
       Upon trying it, Stolas’ gaze is filled with happiness and joy –this is how he imagined a date from the beginning. He hadn't gotten to experience anything like it for many years, and doing it at last brought a beautiful, warm feeling to his chest. He couldn't help but make his feathers flutter with excitement. Octavia saw his reaction somewhat embarrassed, but she was happy to finally be connecting with her father without needing to use any outside help.
       —Okay Via, your turn. —Stolas extended his takoyaki towards her—.
       Like him, she opened her mouth wide to eat. Although she also reacted positively to the taste, it was clear that her body language was calmer. However, that didn't stop her from giving him the world's biggest smile in response.
       They were both having a great time and neither of them wanted this day to come to an end.
       Once they finished eating, Stolas took the lead, quickly getting up from his seat and offering his hand to Octavia, who somewhat surprised took it and got up anyway.
       —Well, the last time we saw a movie… certain… things happened, so I would like us to go to the cinema to see a movie in a more… conventional way. Don’t you agree?
       —Completely agree. —Octavia responded, embracing her father's hand once again, who was directing her towards the buildings that, as they approached, gave the image of being a shopping mall.
       Outside this mall, signs were seen promoting different products from the stores that were there, in addition to huge themed promotionals of movies that were playing at the time. There were hundreds of hellish creatures entering and leaving this place, others posing and taking photos or other activities.
       Entering the theatre and after buying copious amounts of popcorn and soda, they opted for a horror movie. They entered the cinema, sat next to each other and as a romantic scene of teenage romance, Stolas dropped his arm on Octavia's shoulder, hugging her.
       After a few hours without much action and no scares, they left the theatre; again, hand in hand.
       —Well, to end our evening I'd like to treat you to a dinner fit for a princess. But it is a priority that for this we change to something more formal. —Stolas spoke in a bureaucratic tone of voice as he opened a portal back home—.
       —What an outrageous offer of you, to treat your daughter to a romantic candlelight dinner. I will have to dress in my best clothes if I am to impress my wooer. —Octavia answered, pretending to imitate his voice as she passed through the portal—.
       Both then went directly to their rooms to change, after an hour they would meet again at the door. As if it were a wedding -the bride and groom would not see each other until the time of the marriage.
       When the time came to see each other again, both were stunned by each other's beauty.
       Stolas had accentuated his eyes with eyeliner, making them look even larger than they already were, his slicked-back feathers gave him a look of authority that could not be rivalled.
       His clothes reminiscent of the rococo era accentuated his slim body with a black camisole and white buttons, the camisole; that was open from the chest, let out a white garland that elegantly amplified the strength of his chest, small garlands also came out of his sleeves and his pants of white silk that highlighted the shape of his legs. Around his neck was a high-collared cape that reached almost to the ground, black on the outside and inside it had a gradient from purple to red with white sparkles similar to the stars of a night.
       His masculine but fragile figure. Still accompanied by that big smile that he had with him since the beginning of the date.
       Octavia dressed up beautifully in her own way. Long eyelashes made her eyes shine with the force of a supernova, a golden choker matching two bracelets; one on each arm of hers –they seemed to shine as brightly as stars. Her dress, even being more conservative, highlighted her femininity with a soft black silk fabric on the outside and a violet periwinkle on the inside, from among the fabrics came a veil of the same violet that, with its transparent nature, passed through as a large cape that seemed never to end. A crossover neckline let feathers escape from her chest, on one side the shoulder pad continued the colour scheme while the other was replaced by the same gold that accentuated the entire outfit.
       The hearts of both jumped with mutual emotion when they saw each other, being face to face they took each other's hands and their gazes were lost in the depth of each other's eyes. After giving each other a warm kiss, Stolas reopened the portal to gluttony.
       On the other side of the portal was the Trattoria Trussardi restaurant, glass doors and large windows decorating the exterior in contrast to white and cinnamon brown stone block walls. The streetlights dimly illuminated the outskirts with a romantic air and as these refracted against their clothing, it made them glow. Inside the restaurant there were tables everywhere and a band played ambient music that wonderfully enlivened the atmosphere.
       When they sat down inside the restaurant, the table had a large candle in the center, which, supported by the dim interior lighting, gave them a scene of mystery as they both stared at each other. Their hearts had finally abandoned their disbelief and they were thoroughly enjoying the moment.
       They ordered an alfredo pasta and a red wine and the night went by magically. Neither of them could remember a time when they were happier.
       The restaurant had a small area where you could dance, and when they finished their meal, they went to it. Beginning with a slow dance to the sound of the waltz and continuing with more romantic music that invited the dancers to join in one to the rhythm.
       Finally, when the music and the night came to an end, it was time to go home one last time. Where after a good bath and without having to share words about it, for the first time, Stolas and Octavia would sleep together.
       This time without passion, without sex, or desperate manipulations. In Stolas’ room they both lay huddled together. Letting sleep take their bodies to well-deserved rest.
       













Wildfire: Part 2


       
       The next morning, they woke up lovingly embraced to each other, Octavia sweetly snuggled against Stolas as he held her tenderly.
       —Good morning my starfire.
       —Good morning dad.
       —Sleep well?
       —Yhea, looking forward to this dream never ending.
       They both gave each other a gentle kiss.
       —She continued—. I want in your open hands to find my way, to feel like a woman only with you.
       —He continued—. To quench on my lips the thirst of your soul? I know the song.
       —You're an idiot, Dad. But I do want.
       Stolas kisses her again as he adjusts his position to be on top of her to hen kiss her body from point to point. He savoured her neck with an attention to detail only comparable to that of a Renaissance painter, while his slippery hands slid under Octavia's camisole and whimsically played across her breasts. Stolas' mouth slowly moved down to accompany them over her clothes and down even further to her abdomen.
       Octavia let out with embarrassment and pleasure light sighs of delight. With her hands she tried to push Stolas' face lower and lower to reach her intimacy, which she had been longing for, for several days of abstinence imposed against all will. However, this was not in the plans of his father –who only had in mind to play with his carnal urges for a while but not to succumb at them.
       —If you're not going to do anything to me then don't tease me like that.
        Her playful father lets out a light laugh as he turns to face her and kisses her forehead affectionately.
       —What do you say we go for breakfast, Via?
       —I'm craving a dad right now.
       —I'm talking about food.
       —Me too.
       Raising an eyebrow, Stolas stares at her in disbelief.
       —I'll think about it. —He finished by answering his daughter—.
       —I can see smoke coming out of your head already.
       Without another word he got off her and with an energy he had not seen in a long time he got out of bed. For the first time since he started taking his antidepressants, this time he didn't even looked at them. He simply straightened his plumage and headed for the bedroom door, walking Bon homely, wagging his waist and making his tail dance.
       Octavia still lays on the bed, it had been a long time since she had slept there and she felt a warmth there that nostalgically reminded her of when she was a child. She sank her face into the quilts, blankets and pillows trying to enjoy every second of her daddy's scent and the memories of a baby that more than once spent her nights there, protected from all nightmares.
       After several minutes of swimming among the sheets, blankets and quilts, she finally managed to get out of bed. She headed straight to the dining room.
       When she arrived, she could see Stolas standing there drinking coffee in his mug with the legend I'm a hoot, while magically levitating the day's newspaper. Octavia quickly went over to hug him and then sat down.
       The imps who were working in the kitchen murmured among themselves about what they had seen since yesterday, both of them going out in the afternoon; the second outing in the evening when they dressed up, but most of all the fact that they slept together. It was true that they hadn't bothered in the least to be subtle. And the gossip about sexual encounters in the house was beginning to tie up the loose ends.
       —Aren't you going to sit down, Dad?
       —It's polite to wait for others before sitting down. —Stolas replied as he took a seat—. I was waiting for you.
       While some imps were working on these two's breakfast, other kitchen employees were watching the two at times, curious about what they were seeing and trying to understand something they already understood, but refused to believe.
       —There is nothing to worry about, go on with your work. —Finally, Stolas said in a high tone of voice that frightened more than one—.
       —Will we have to be more secretive? —Octavia asked somewhat fearfully—.
       Stolas let out a great sigh, emptying his lungs of air.
       —Just more discreet, at least for a while—.
       —Until I’m 18?
       —Most likely. But we can still do normal father-daughter activities, plus it's the perfect excuse to learn more about what you're passionate about and share our tastes!
       —Remember the last time you tried that? I played you some music and you chickened out almost immediately.
       —It's true that you have peculiar... musical tastes....
       Octavia stared at him trying to hide the laughter she wanted to let out, making Stolas uncomfortable as he tried to remain serious and sure of what he was saying. It was true that the generational change and the consequences of the unstable marriage Octavia was born into gave her a somewhat peculiar personality, but instead of fighting it or confronting it; Stolas wanted to learn to appreciate it. And to be able to be a part of his daughter's passions. 
       —Your father is very good at adapting to new things. All knowledge has in me, open doors.
       She took this as a challenge and immediately got up and making a hand signal for me to wait for her –she immediately went to her room.
       Upon entering, her room was still somewhat out of order. Clothes strewn about in various places and drawers open and jumbled. She didn't remember making such a mess, but her mind was at that moment focused on finding her cell phone and the headphones she had brought the day before.
       As she searched, she closed a window that was strangely open, and after several minutes of fumbling around she came to the realization that it was where she always used to leave it to charge. She picked it up and returned to the dining room.
       On the table breakfast was already served, two plates with omelettes; a bright and colourful salad and pieces of toast to go with it, next to it a deep platter with fruit of various kinds and each plate came with a glass of orange juice next to a smaller one with very cold milk.
       —If you can sit through a whole album of Fuck you Dad without feeling uncomfortable, I'll do whatever you want us to do for the rest of the day. Deal?
       Stolas, who was taking a bite of his omelette into his mouth got halfway through and stared at her somewhat dumbfounded. Finally, as he savoured the food, he reached out his hand, Octavia left her headphones there and he put them on without a squeak.
       Octavia who wasn't thinking of giving up so easily started with her favourite song, “My world is burning down arround me”. She sat down next to him and hoping for an immediate victory, she ate her breakfast quietly.
       He continued to eat as he listened to the music play, he didn't really «get it», not in the sense of the lyrics or the message of the song, he was used to more contemporary and folk music, which was the complete opposite of what he was listening to at the moment. However, he made an effort to appreciate each song as if it connected with his daughter in a more emotional way, which would allow him to understand how she had been feeling inside since then and until now.
       When they both finished eating and the music concluded, Stolas removed the headphones.
       —When you recover, I could tell you about my taxidermy. 
       —I think it's an excellent idea. 
       —So, you think you can put up with my style?
       —If I chose the activities yesterday, I think it's only fair that my dear Via does the same today.
       —I love you daddy. But you have it coming.
       Stolas was still as determined as he had been from the beginning. If he was to be his daughter's first partner, he would be the best –and at the same time he would use every opportunity to be the best father.
       The two hugged and kissed one more time. Octavia then pulled out her cell phone and while her music continued to play in the background, she showed Stolas pictures of different animals she had seen as taxidermy, each one looking more inhuman than the last. Rabbits with goat horns, gigantic frogs with what appeared to be huge eyes, but actually had immensely smaller ones hidden underneath, and a bunch more other unearthly creature.
       Octavia would tell her father about the circumstances she was in the day she had taken each picture, and if she knew any, she would tell some curious facts about the animal.
       Stolas, who remembered many of these creatures like the back of his hand for all the years he had dedicated to reading, refused to interrupt her, and on the contrary –he enjoyed every word that came out of her like a father proud of how far his little girl had come.
       The conversation occasionally wandered in other directions as Octavia passed by each picture in her gallery. Sometimes it was a picture of her with Loona at Hellbucks, others were of strange things she encountered on the various floors of Hell. And the occasional picture of some attractive demon that when it appeared on screen, it made both of them feel nervous.
       She continued to talk constantly; it was impossible to know how many hours this conversation lasted between the two of them.
       Little by little Stolas gained confidence and began to tell his own stories that had something in common with what Octavia had said. So now they both began to go into more detail with these anecdotes, giving their opinions as to what the other had done and what they would have done in their place. They began to ramble on with laughter and jokes about the «what if» as well, about the results they expected from something and how something totally different ended up happening.
       It was curious to see that pair of lovebirds, to see them talk hour after hour about the same thing and at the same time about totally different things. You could really feel how the two of them were finally connecting in a real way after years of constant clashes caused by irresponsible parenting.
       Octavia was once again filled with immense happiness to finally be able to talk about her tastes and passions with the man who was always the most important to her. Stolas left his mind blank to absorb everything his daughter had to say. Without noticing or caring, they were the perfect match between someone who wanted to have someone to listen to and someone who always wanted to be listened to.
       —Do you want to go to any of these places? —Stolas finally asked his daughter—.
       —If we stop to buy some coffee first.
       —I think that's a great idea.
       Octavia immediately got up with great excitement and went to her room immediately to get ready. This time the employees had already done their job, so she went into a cleaner room. She quickly started to get ready. Stolas, for his part, calmly did the same, not having anything planned for the day, simplified himself with a black shirt and jeans. She, on the other hand, wanted to mix her usual style with something more feminine and cuter that would highlight her femininity but still be loyal to her usual gothic style.
       Her usual hat but with black earrings with gold now hung from her ears. A black choker from which seemed to emerge a black spider web with small ornaments at the end of each thread. Her usual starry pink shirt with a long black skirt matched her usual black sweater. She took her time putting on her makeup to look perfect for him. 
       Stolas went to see her in her room and was stunned by his daughter's beauty, she only smiled at him with some embarrassment as she finished her make-up. He soon approached her and took her by the shoulders and led her to the bed immediately, where he laid her down and leaned over to kiss her deeply. Octavia, somewhat surprised but ecstatic by her father's sudden intention, responded to the kiss with passion while embracing him by the neck as if she were using him as a support.
       —If you want, we can stay a little longer daddy.
       He was still trying to remain chaste in an attempt to avoid repeating the mistakes he made with Blitzo where their relationship had been based solely on intimacy and nothing more. But experiencing the intoxicating beauty of his daughter was something he wasn't exactly prepared for. After what could only be described as savouring his daughter like a hungry beast, he managed to respond to Octavia's comment.
       —A deal is a deal. Are you ready?
       —Mmmm... one more of those and I'm ready. —She said mischievously as she touched Stolas' beak.
       After a slight giggle from Stolas, he kissed her again, this one more fleeting and sweeter, as he stood up and helped her to her feet. Then, Octavia, to impress her dad with her magical abilities, she opened the portal to pride, where she had previously been with Loona that other day after she learned the truth.
       They both formed up at Hellbucks and everything proceeded normally, Octavia ordered an Axolito, which apparently was a time-limited drink, its preparation was similar to that of an Axolotl. A pink frappé with a sweet taste and strawberry slices on the sides simulating the animal's external gills. Stolas ordered a mocha pistachio frappuchino with low-fat milk, extra chocolate and double extra whipped cream.
       Octavia kept talking about the place, the drinks she had tried, and the ones she still wanted to try. She made ironic comments about the collectible products of the brand, that usually end up being sold out immediately only to be resold at three times the normal price.
       Stolas found the stories that his daughter told him incredible. The visual examples she relied on to show evidence of these facts impressed him even more. For him it was like rediscovering the world he thought he already knew, learning anew the customs and ambitions of the demons around him.
       As they walked, chatted and enjoyed their drinks, they made their way to different places of interest to Octavia. And as they passed by less important ones, she would just point in the general direction and recount some funny or bizarre anecdote she happened to experience at the time.
       And she seemed to be able to go on and on without stopping once. Everything she had never been able to say to anyone was finally coming out of her lungs as she took full advantage of the opportunity.
       They went shopping, eating, everything you would do on a normal day with anyone. But for them it was the furthest thing from normal, –and that meant a lot to both of them.
       As they returned with another portal that left them at the main entrance of the palace, they were both carrying several bags resulting from everything they had gone to do and buy.
       As they returned, the smiles on their faces would eventually fade.
       —Is this what you wanted to spend the weekend with your father for, Octavia? —Stella's voice was heard not far away—.
       They both turned to hear Stella's voice waiting for them outside their car.
       —What are you doing here Stella?
       —I came to destroy you, Stolas. You finally made enough mistakes for me to be able to finish you.
       —I have no idea what you're talking about. And you better explain yourself or get the hell out of here.
       —I'll be glad to explain, I just hope you and Octavia fucked pleasantly recently, because you had your last chance.













Wildfire: Part 3



       —I don't know what you're talking about, so start explaining or get out of here.
       —All in due time, Stolas.
       Octavia was too shocked to say anything; she just stood there and looked at her mother, trying to understand what was going on and how she knew about them. Stella started to walk towards Stolas in a somewhat threatening way, but suddenly Octavia stepped between the two, stopping her by placing a hand on her chest.
       —Don't you dare touch me. —Stella said when she was stopped by her daughter—. You know very well what I'm talking about. Stolas, you can't go a day without being an embarrassment to your family and now you're dragging your daughter into the mud with you.
       Octavia, insulted by Stella's attitude, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back.
       —I told you not to fucking touch me! —Stella yelled, slapping her with all her might—. How dare you?! Who the fuck do you think you are, Octavia?
       —Get out of here, Stella, —Stolas shouted—. And you, go to your room Octavia. I will deal with your mother.
       But Octavia refused to leave.
       —I think it's time for you to get out of here, Stella. —Stolas said once more—.
       —I've never met a wretch like you before, so no –I'll stay here.
       —You are so arrogant. so selfish. —Stolas replied—. If you are not happy nobody can be, right?
       —But look who wants to have the moral high ground. You're a liar and a joke!
       —As if I care what you think of me, we're divorced. And Octavia will be 18 very soon. Face it! You are no longer part of this family!
       —You're the one who doesn't want to face reality, Stolas. —Stella yelled—. I had to do it 20 years ago!
       —Oh, so now you're the victim here. —Stolas answered—.
       —You know what I hate most about this whole situation? —Stella said as she looked at her daughter—. How you always find a way to blame me for everything. What did I do to deserve that treatment? What did I do to deserve to have to put up with you and your mediocracy?
       —You did everything wrong, mom. It's your fault. Dad was the only one trying to give me a normal childhood. He supported me in every step of my life while you only knew how to criticize him.
       —Lies! This is all Stolas' fault. For being an excuse of a man. —Stella said without flinching—.
       —I told you before, Stella. I tried to fix things between us, but you never let me! —Stolas answered, losing his temper—.
       —Also, mother. —I'm still waiting for proof of what you say. —Octavia stepped forward—.
       —I have a lot of evidence. And I swear to Lucifer, Stolas. If you touch Octavia again, I'll finish you off myself.
       —Do not threaten me. You are nothing compared to me. —Stolas said as he approached her, but he was stopped by Octavia who still stand between them—.
       —What are you doing? —Octavia asked her father as he approached her—.
       —I'm sorry, honey, I love you, but we'll talk later, okay? Please go to your room.
       —I stay here.
       —To your room, Octavia.
       —No.
       —Octavia, it's an order.
       —I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU ALONE! —Octavia yelled at him—. And you, mom, if you're not going to show any proof, then I don't care what you have to say. Leave me and dad alone.
       — There's no point in arguing with you anyway. So, I'll go straight to the point. Let's start with the boyfriend, Stolas. —She said looking directly at him—.
       —Me?
       —Tell me something, how long have you been together?
       —I do not know what you're talking about.
       —Are you sure? —She asked again—.
       —I'm sure. —Stolas replied—.
       —Okay, so why were you so surprised when I mentioned sex with her?
       —Because you love planting gossip wherever you go! Anyone would be surprised by your far-fetched inventions and stories. Anyone who gets blamed for something like this would be shocked.
       —You cheated on me with our own daughter!
       —It's not cheating if we're not married! —He denied—.
       —So, you admit you fucked her.
       —Of course not. —Stolas continued—. Stop changing my words at your convenience, besides, we are still waiting for you to prove your accusations.
       —Okay, I'll show you. —Stella said—.
       Stella was losing ground in the discussion; she knew that she finally had to expose the evidence she had.
       —Octavia, I need you to look at this photo. —Stella said, showing him her cell phone with the photo on the screen—.
       The image was of Stolas and Octavia on their date in Gluttony. Holding hands tightly. They could be seen in the park where they were walking. The photo was in fact a selfie. A blurry face could be seen in the corner, someone was pretending to be a tourist taking photos like any other creature, but framing them in the photo instead. Stolas' impotence made him seethe with rage, not having realized that they were being followed and even more so; not realizing they were being photographed.
       —Well, well… —Stella said sarcastically—. Looks like they both really enjoyed it that day.
       Octavia didn't reply. She stared into space, tears in her eyes as she saw herself and her father in the image.
       —Do you want to see the other photos? Each one is juicier than the last.
       —This proves nothing! No wonder you're so angry. You’re jealous that, unlike you, I actually get to spend quality time with my daughter!
       —I'm not jealous of you nor of my own daughter!
       —You are. You've lost your freaking mind.
       —Shut the fuck up! —Stella yelled—. I am sick and tired of hearing these stupid comments.
       —You're acting like a child. —Stolas argued—.
       —I am no child.
       —That's exactly what you are. —Stolas added—.
       —Fuck off! I'm going to tell everyone about this. Wait till Andrealphus finds out.
       —I told you before and I told you now, Andrealphus doesn't intimidate me, and you know what? just so that you're aware –he fucks better than you do.
       —You can go to hell! —Stella answered furiously—.
       —You have nothing more to show, Stella!
       —You're lying again. —Stella said—.
       She goes to the next image to prove him wrong, in the next picture it’s Octavia and him giving each other a passionate kiss, you could see the same structure again, a somewhat blurred face in the corner and them in the center of the image, somewhat in the distance; the person who took the photo was sitting on the opposite side of the road from which they were. Without giving much time to continue analysing the image, she went on to the next one that showed them in their evening finery, and the last photo showing them both in bed that morning, you could see that the image was taken from outside the window. The image shows Stolas on top of Octavia as she grabs her breasts, just like he did earlier that day.
       —What the hell is this? ... How did you take these photos?! —Stolas was beginning to worry about the situation—.
       —You're finished Stolas, you've sunk so low that you have to abuse your daughter to feel like a man again.
       Stolas no longer saw any escape; they had been cornered for not being caution when beginning their sentimental affair.
       —I'm not ashamed of my relationship with her.
       —Really? Well, maybe you shouldn't be. —Stella looks at Octavia—. Maybe she should be instead of you.
       Stella finally shows one last image, of the salve Octavia was using to drug her father into having sex with her. The image also shows the exact moment Octavia entered the room earlier today to prepare for the date, showing the veracity of the image. This image was the straw that broke the camel's back; as it was now shown to Stolas that he was never really interested in her daughter, but rather she forced him to.
       —You're pathetic, Stolas. You are a fucking joke.
       —You're a bitch! —Octavia yelled at Stella—.
       —Make sure you're not looking at yourself in a mirror, honey. —Stella told her, then she looked at Stolas—. That’s right Stolas; your daughter drugged you and raped you.
       Both Stolas and Octavia were surprised by this unforeseen development.
       —You two are the biggest disappointments of the Goetia Family. —Stella yelled at them—.
       —Shut up Stella! Besides. —Stolas interrupted—. I don't even know what that thing is, and from the looks of it, all of your «evidence»... This can all be made up. You knew you couldn't do anything just to prove our relationship; So now you're trying to plant evidence on my daughter to turn me against her.
       —Do you think it was planted? —Stella laughed—.
       Stolas had never paid attention to such a big lie and even less about his daughter. He was sure that it was a huge lie, because he would never have imagined that his daughter would have the malice to do something so vile with him. For that he would need to deal with things, which were surely bluntly falsified. If he could prove his daughter's innocence, then they would be closer to getting Stella out of the palace. However, the idea that she was speaking the truth about Octavia bothered him greatly. Both are quite nervous; Octavia does not want to be caught and Stolas does not want to believe that her daughter has manipulated him from the beginning.
       The conversation went on for several hours without concrete results. For Stolas, if this is a lie, she must be behind it. But why? What reasons would she have for doing so? Why would she go so far?
       However, the solution to his problem was still not found.
       —You are crazy. —Octavia said to Stella—. And we are willing to do everything possible so that you do not come here again with your unsubstantiated statements.
       —Well, Stolas, if you really want to believe your whore daughter's lies, go right ahead. —Stella replied sarcastically—. Who knows, maybe at this moment you are also under her influence. I wouldn't be surprised.
       —Fuck off! —Octavia pushed Stella away—.
       —Don't you dare, Octavia! —Stella yelled, raising her hand after taking a few steps back—.
       All this conflict ended up causing Stolas and Octavia's entrance to the palace. Stella was still screaming as they left, she called her ex-husband and told him to search her daughter's room, and after that, he would see the truth.
       Octavia went back to her room and blew her dad a beautiful kiss. The love of both manifested itself with great intensity, even in this difficult moment.
       The next day Stolas met with Octavia and explained to her that he didn't want to think of any lies. Although the questions raised by their relationship had not yet been resolved, there is still no reason to believe that his daughter is involved in such evil. Apparently, Stolas would have dreamed about the possibility regarding Stella's words.
       While they both had breakfast, Stolas was reading the newspaper, Stolas realized that Stella had published the news in which she says that Stolas had cheated on her with Octavia. Reading this Stolas was totally devastated, the column included images of the date and the balm used by Octavia.
       —What the fuck? —Octavia almost shouted at Stolas, when he showed her the paper—.
       —What are you doing, Dad? —Octavia asked worriedly—.
       —Even in the divorce, even with our separate lives... —Stolas was losing his sanity as he thought about the consequences this was going to bring to both of them—.
       —And I... —Octavia said—.
       —You are not to blame for anything my starfire.
       —Don't lie to make me feel better dad. It was my fault; if I had gone with her like every weekend, this would not have happened. I'm sure.
       —No, my little owlet. There was no way to predict this. —Stolas answered—.
       That day, Octavia and Stolas talked a lot, although neither were they able to satisfy their concerns or their expectations. Stella's presence was constant in these conversations. While trying to plan countermeasures for any other occurrences of her mother, they were looking for a way to prevent the Goetia family from separating them in any way; like having Octavia sent to Stella permanently.
       While these discussions continued, at times Stolas thought about the photos and Stella's words, and a disturbing curiosity led him to want to prove his daughter's innocence once and for all regarding the manipulation. Well, even though it is true that he did not believe that this was possible, a part of him accepted that everything had started very abruptly and out of nowhere. And that he had never in his life been in the situation he was in.
       —Dad, we already know that Stella just exposed us. But I feel that we have the right to contest things. Because if not, it will be a matter of time before they separate us. It seems to me that we should try to create something to protect ourselves. And thus, avoid being far from the other. —Octavia told her father—. Because suddenly, at this point, Stella could come up with a trap again and we will have a huge problem.
       —And how are we going to defend ourselves? —Stolas asked his daughter—.
       —I'll think of something. —Octavia replied to her dad, and though she was pulling away from her hands and looking back, her eyes rang with a gravity that kept her on board—.
       —Forgive my little starfire… —Stolas commented, resigning himself to his own words—. We'll get out of this, I promise you.
       Stolas made it look like he retired to his room, leaving Octavia in the dining room to contemplate her options. But the truth is that he was going to her daughter's room to see if he really could find that balm that Stella had shown in her photographs. If his memory served him right, it would be under his daughter's bed.
       Upon entering, the bed was the first place he assaulted. It is true that he did not believe that it was going to be such an easy task to find the existence of this cursed product, but sometimes the place you least think of is the best one to hide things on.
       As expected by Stolas; it was not under the bed, nor under the pillows. In fact, it was nowhere near the bed or dressers. This brought him comfort; even if there was a possibility that Octavia had thrown it away, or hidden it somewhere else –the fact of not finding it on the first try gave him room to breathe and still have the inner strength to believe that everything was Stella's invention, trying to discredit them one more time.
       At this point he was already tired of Stella's harassment, even in the divorce she was still on top of him at all times, tormenting him at every opportunity and he couldn't find peace anywhere. If it is true that he had already gotten used to these constant attacks from his ex-wife, and really publicly betraying him in the newspapers was not really what affected him the most –unlike Octavia who was devastated. He was affected by the effects of this on his daughter, that she could not have a life in peace, that he, no matter how hard he tried, could not achieve some kind of comfort in his life that would allow him to really cleanse his body and mind.
       The first days dating Octavia had given him the opportunity to do so, and he treasured it with every part of his being, that's why he fought with himself to find his daughter's innocence, which was all he had left.
       He knew that he could bear the hatred of the Ars Goetia, he knew that he could bear the insults and criticism of others, and he had the maturity not to respond immaturely to baseless provocations.
       As he continued to search the room among drawers and furniture, among clothes and ornaments, Stolas saw his daughter's things and they brought even more sorrow to his being. Again, he questioned maintaining such an intimate relationship with her, he questioned the innocence and purity of his daughter, he questioned all the standards in which he had his little girl and how he had broken each and every one in order to fulfil his sudden whim.
       To tell the truth, it is impossible to know how long he searched, and how long he felt guilty for doubting his daughter. In the end he decided to retire.
       —Hello Dad.
       It was Octavia who was outside her room who greeted him as he left. The time he spent searching was long enough for her to finish her breakfast and head back to her room.
       —V…Via, it's not what it looks like. I just wanted proof that Stella was making things up.
       —First, we already knew that. Second, how do you plan to prove it? They wouldn't believe you anyway. Did you really believe mom? —Octavia said on the verge of anger—.
       Octavia's confidence was shattered.
       —Get out of my room... NOW! —Octavia yelled at the top of her lungs—.
       —Via… I… sorry, I didn't think… —Stolas panicked with fear of being on bad terms with his daughter who little by little began to break down in tears—.
       Octavia's furious face mixed with the few tears that began to escape from her eyes filled Stolas with terror, he had lost control of the situation for having distrusted his daughter, and in a certain way, himself.
       —I said go away!
       Stolas left the room frightened and stammering incomplete words trying to know what to say while his daughter locked herself in her bedroom slamming the door in her father's face.
       —Octavia, please. Let me explain.
       Furious, Octavia backs away from the door walking to her bed.
       —Why should I? You believe that bitch more than you believe me.
       —You know that's not true, Via. I would never doubt you.
       —So, what were you doing in my bedroom?
       Octavia was frantically searching under her bed for her salve. The truth was that it was still there. But not just under the mattress as the photo made it look. If not inside. The mattress had a hole in the bottom of it, and it was hidden inside. This hole she had made the night before after being discovered to make sure she wouldn't be discovered again.
       —Pondering, Octavia. I was meditating.
       —And why the fuck do you need to meditate in MY room?
       —Via. It was just last week that we started all this. From the beginning I have felt guilty about everything. —Stolas began to declare everything he had felt those days—. One day out of nowhere I took advantage of you and took your body, then again the next day, and from then on it was you who approached me. It's clearly my fault that you see me that way now. If I had been able to control myself none of this would be happening.
       —So, these days... you haven't been happy with me?
       —Octavia. I am immensely happy with you.
       —Then why do you say things as if they were an accident or something bad?
       —Because that's not how love is built upon. It does not work like this.
       —Well, I love you dad, but I don't know if you really love me.
       —I love you Via.
       —I don't believe you dad. I don't want to continue this conversation. Please leave.
       —I'm so sorry Via. I'll be in my room if you need me.
       Stolas retired to his room. He went to his chambers and stayed there for a long time. Expecting his daughter to walk through his door at any moment.
       Octavia, on the meantime, laid on her bed in a foetal position trying not to break into tears, but it wasn't a cry of sadness, it was one of anger and violence, she was furious at what Stella had done, convincing her father to doubt her. –almost discovering the truth.
       A part of her also felt terribly guilty, she had been very open and direct with her father since they began to take their feelings more seriously. She hadn't been careful and that was costing her relationship with Stolas, which she didn't want to lose for anything in the world.
       Again, those negative thoughts returned to her where her mind plays the heavy joke where her father disappears from her life. And she believed it as if they were real images of a disastrous premunition.
       She strongly embraced that product that had allowed her to connect with her father as she wanted and saw it as her only tool to correct the situation. If she could convince him to sleep with her one more time—perhaps he would once again forget his doubts and make him believe that his feelings for her were genuine. But she didn't know if it would work with Stolas being in such a heightened emotional state.
       It has always been known that the use of substances like this in a bad emotional state is the main step for a terrible accident. But she didn't think about that for a second. She was focused on taking matters into her own hands and making sure she never lost him again.
       Also, in his mind began to wander ideas of how to get rid of her mother, or where to go that she could not find them; or in any case, where she does not deign to set foot on.
       In that instant she knew she had to do something to save her relationship with her father. And there came a time when she finally made up her mind that she had to do something about it. The idea came about in a rather strange way. Everything pointed to her having only one chance, and she had to make it count.
       —Don't worry dad, I'm going to make sure they can never divide us. —She murmured to herself—.
       Then she took the balm one last time and placed all that was left of it around her body, so that no matter what contact they had, Stolas would once again be anesthetized by this mixture of plants, narcotics and passion that emanated from it.
       But one thing Octavia didn't count on was that there was too much left. Much more than she normally wore in the past. She simply put it all on to «ensure» the results, but too much of it was bad, and this would show.
       Thus, the effect also began to fall on her, while she was putting it on, she began to feel how her body went numb and then began to sweat. An intense sensation in her cloaca as if she had a slight tingling made her lose her balance with each hit of sensation, and her mind was filled with lewd and sinful thoughts.
       Little by little she managed to compose herself enough to be on her feet again and went immediately to her father's room, who was sitting on the edge of his bed breaking down in tears.
       But Octavia was already so far under the effects of her own spell that she ignored this detail, which Stolas interpreted as indifference when he saw her enter the room.
       —Octavia, my little starfire… —Stolas murmured in a hopeful voice—. Will you forgive me?
       —Do you love me daddy? —Octavia asked coldly—.
       —Of course I love you.
       Octavia lunged at her father, slamming him to the bed as she lay on top of him, breathing heavily and staring into space, her composure almost as brittle as it was stoic.
       —Then take me one more time. Fuck what other people say, what mom says. —Octavia forcefully kissed Stolas—.
       He was shocked by the sudden change in mood in Octavia, and for the first time; and because of the abuse of this substance, he was able to detect the scent of this cursed balm.
       —Via, this smell... that... —Stolas immediately began to fade with the same intensity as his daughter—.
       As the two succumbed to the power of this spell, the kiss turned romantic, then lustful and full of desire, ending in a violent kiss of biting and abuse. Both pushing their bodies against each other with force, passion and rage. What was seen no longer even looked like a kiss, they were two creatures fighting in bed to take possession of the other.
       And neither could beat their opponent.













Ashes



       Both of them took their time doing this, you would think that of all the things that could be done in privacy, kissing and touching were their favourite activities. The only thing that changed was the way or the place where they tasted each other, it could be the neck, the mouth, the chest, the cheeks, or in the special case of Octavia; his father’s kisses on her forehead –as those reminded her of the times where Stolas would kiss her as comfort to calm her down and a way she could know everything was fine.
       In the meantime, Stolas would remove Octavia's clothing as much as possible, tossing each garment to the sides of the bed where they would not hinder their sinful activities. She loved the feeling of «hunger» in her father, and just like him; she undressed him little by little as his movements allowed her.
       They kept kissing and kept touching each other. She loved feeling him touch her breasts, pressing them, pulling them and pinching them, playing with them as he pleased. And not only that, while he did it, Stolas continued savouring her daughter's skin, kissing her neck until returning to her chest again, only this time with the mouth. He would then begin sucking on her nipples before drawing each breast into his mouth individually. Sucking her breasts like no tomorrow and releasing them completely, leaving her boobs marked and sensitive. When he finished with them, Octavia climbed on his face, sitting on it so that he would start licking her cloaca; and he would make sure she was wet enough by first licking around her, Octavia would help him by parting her cloaca with one hand so he could press his tongue against her clit. This process would take twenty minutes or more. Octavia taken over by the drug would take a dominant role for the first time, and Stolas who was used to being submissive; especially in his adventures with Blitzo, would without question take the role he was most found of.
       Ecstatic with pleasure, Octavia moved her hips at a rhythm similar to the one Stolas licked, in turn pressing against his face to make him understand that he should penetrate her with his tongue, as far as he could go –which he did immediately, passing his tongue inside her cloaca as much as possible.
       Octavia's moans could be heard even outside the room, the level of ecstasy she felt in those moments was greater than what she had felt in her previous two adventures with her father.
       Stolas then continued to lick as she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers by touching around her clit over and over again.
       When it was time for Stolas to get some air so as not to faint, Octavia sat on Stolas' chest and took his face by the chin so that he would turn to see her eyes. As a dominatrix she planned to make her father satisfy her in every way she could think of at the time.
       —You love me? Octavia asked—.
       Stolas was silent still taking deep breaths, so she pushed Stolas' head even harder, squeezing his cheeks.
       —Do you love me? —She asked again—.
       Stolas let out a groan of pleasure at being overpowered.
       —I love you Via. —He finally answered—.
       —Prove it.
       Octavia turned around, still sitting on top of her father –but now with her back to him. She had already recovered enough and she had no intention of waiting for him, so she prostrated her ass on Stolas' face again while she crouched down so that now she could please her father as well as he had been doing with her.
       Stolas was already aroused, so Octavia was presented with a penis already fully erect, it exuded a virile aroma that pleased her just by having him close and called her to give pleasure to her darkest ideas.
       She rested her hands on the sides of Stolas' legs so as not to lose her balance, and while opening her mouth she began to lick his penis from the base to the tip, cleaning his pre-cum while more came out due to the sheer pleasure. Even though Octavia didn't have enough experience to be in control or know how to properly please her father; Just like the first time she took command that movie night –she would be able to improvise however she could in order to keep Stolas under her control.
       She continued to lick for several seconds, slowly tempting herself to finally take him into her mouth. She started with just the tip first, taking it in and out by an inch or two with each movement as she got used to it, each time taking his dick deeper and deeper.
       One problem she had to deal with was that, due to the size of Stolas' penis, it got to the point where having it all inside made her feel like he was chocking –again due to her lack of experience. Salivating too much every time she tried, making the scene a wet mess. But that didn't stop her, the more she did it, the more she enjoyed it and speeded up her rhythm or slowed it down depending on the sounds that Stolas was making, as if they were a signal or alarm that would tell her not only how well she was doing; but also, how close he was from an orgasm.
       Another thing she learned at that time was that she could feel to a certain extent if his father was on the verge of cumming or not. His penis making clear movements that indicated that he was about to. It got to the point where she enjoyed playing with these cues, stopping whenever she felt him close to ejaculating and returning to pleasure him roughly when he relaxed. All this while she mischievously used one or two fingers to introduce them into Stolas' cloaca with one of her hands.
       Stolas at that moment could no longer continue to please his daughter, occupied by the sudden sensations that she forced him to feel again and again. When this happened, she would whip her ass against her father's face again, so that he had no choice but to remain silent and continue pleasing her daughter.
       After what seemed like an eternity to the others, but a sudden instant to both of them, and as precise as a Swiss watch –they both had their first orgasm. They both let out a silent moan, since their mouths were occupied, there was no way they could make a sound. Octavia leaving Stolas' face soaked while Stolas could no longer avoid cumming inside his daughter's mouth. And while Stolas was rewarded by him for a job well done, Octavia; on the other hand, since it was her first time experiencing this, she couldn't help but momentarily choke on his father's semen, her throat trying to expel everything out of her mouth while she pulled it out so she could breathe again.
       When both had finished, Octavia in a second air of lust and sin closed her eyes, and still with her mouth open, she collected the cum that was still on her face, with her tongue. And finally tasted it with intense pleasure, to later clean the rest of it from Stolas’ penis.
       And so, Octavia sat down again on Stolas' chest, and as if she was petting a well-behaved dog; she used her tail to smack it tenderly against her dad's face –caressing him with it.
       —I love you too dad. —Octavia finally told him, turning back her face to look at him, with a mischievous smile and an evil giggle. —But it's not enough for me, you have to love me like no one else you've loved before.
       —Anything that shows my love for you, Via. —Stolas seemed detached on a joyride in his own world, completely taken over by his daughter's dirty tricks—.
       And since it was the only possible continuation, Octavia began to move towards her father's penis, which was still erect, sitting on it, but not having it inside yet –letting his phallus be caressed by her still soaked cloaca... And holding her father's legs in her hands, she would begin to move her waist back and forth, using her labia to caress Stolas' penis from base to tip, back and forth.
       Due to his father's erection; every time it could, it was raised a little by Octavia's movements, the tip of the penis momentarily brushed against his daughter's cloaca. Something she would find intoxicating with each stroke.
       When she felt she had played enough, and curious about the feel of his dad’s penis near her cloaca, she made her final decision. And with one of her hands, she took his dick and slowly began to insert it into her. Forcing her cloaca to expand for the first time.
       This undoubtedly began to cause her a sudden pain, but that same pain was beginning to give her a quick hit of arousal that until that moment she had not known was possible. Little by little, Stolas' penis entered, inch by inch, which, squeezed by the narrow space, produced the same sensations of pleasure in him. Because of this, Stolas began to try and move on his own, trying to force himself to burst in again and again as Octavia tried to stop him.
       It was a battle of wills at the time, until she had finally got it all inside. Both letting out a groan of both relief and pleasure.
       Octavia's legs were beginning to shake as she tried to find a pleasurable rhythm to move Stolas' penis in a way that would be the least painful, while Stolas still wanted to let go like an animal in heat.
       Neither of them seemed to give up in this power struggle that developed so suddenly, which, between the effort and the pleasure, made both more susceptible to the other's influences, causing the power to finally be shared between them in a certain way. Stolas made his moves and she stopped him whenever it was necessary for her to rest.
       And as Stolas came closer to orgasm again, he forcefully grabbed his daughter's ass, squeezing it fervently to the point of digging his nails into her –as Octavia had done before on his head, at the beginning of this fornication.
       —Is that all you can do? —Octavia asked, pushing her luck—. Do I not deserve more?
       Stolas encouraged by the burlesque attitude of his daughter did not hesitate to become violent, beginning to attack her with a force that was increasing at a high rate. While Octavia full of pleasure moved to the rhythm of her father at the same time that she did not stop moaning, over and over again.
       Suddenly, Stolas released his daughter's ass as he moved his hands up to her waist, then to her chest; below her armpits. Octavia wasn't ready for her father's plan –who took her firmly and pulled her towards him, forcing her to lie on top of her father as he continued to penetrate her. She, ecstatic by surprise and pleasure once lying on him, hugged him from behind his head.
       —I love you dad! —Octavia began to scream between her moans—.
       As the pleasure they both felt increased, their minds blurred more and more, the feelings were so strong that Octavia couldn't help but shed some tears derived from the emotional overload she felt at that moment.
       The penetrations were so continuous and strong that she couldn't help but have another orgasm, leaving a mess on the bed and making her body tremble from head to toe.
       Finally, because of such violent movements of the two, Stolas' penis ended up coming out of Octavia, which gave her a well-deserved moment of relaxation. Stolas, who had been feeling on the verge of ejaculation for some time, suddenly stopping and not being able to get it all out, was enveloped by a pleasant sensation of pain that forced him to retract his legs several times as he returned to normal.
       Octavia, who still couldn't get enough of her father, threw herself next to him, and invited him to climb on her by pulling his head towards hers as if trying to kiss him. And stolas obeyed her like a trained dog, standing on top of her while Octavia separated her legs for him, inviting him to continue penetrating her.
       —Ooohhh! —Octavia moans as she feels the tip of her father's penis push inside her—.
       The accumulation of all the sensations seemed to finally culminate in her, making her feel in a way she had never felt before; it was a strange feeling that filled her with great emotion. Her legs trembled with excitement. Then he began to thrust into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, the feeling of being penetrated made her tremble uncontrollably causing waves of pleasure to spread through every nerve in her body. Moan after moan escaped from her mouth until finally feeling completely penetrated by him, being immobilized and unable to resist anymore.
       —N-no... I can’t...
       The sounds of both only served to excite them even more. She couldn't help but wonder if these were the sounds she would hear for the rest of her life.
       She felt like she was about to explode with pleasure, as a new orgasm hit Octavia, driving her mad with feelings to the max.
       —More! —She was screaming—. More!
       For them it felt like the act lasted for years, they felt as if their brains were melting and turning to mush. But eventually Stolas finally was able to orgasm, which started off by cumming inside her as he pulled out and ended up smearing on her daughter's abdomen, seemingly never ending until he finally collapses onto her body. With the legs crossed one with the other.
       A relieved Octavia hugs her father and they stay like that until finally their minds come back to themselves from the pleasure and effects of the balm.
       Then Octavia slowly opens her eyes again... seeing nothing but darkness before her, she tries to get up, but her father's weight and the weakness of her body won't let her. All she can do is hold on to him, her head against Stolas', feeling her hearts pounding in synchrony. And out of nowhere, he kisses her beak softly and says in her ears.
       —Love you.
       And Octavia answers the same.
       —I love you too, more than anyone can love you.
       The sun laid high in the sky announcing the afternoon when both of them had finally fully regained their consciousness. Little by little the remorse of the morning returned to their minds showing how cruel it was to return to sanity.
       —What are we going to do then? —Octavia asked—.
       —I don't know yet, Via. But whatever happens, we'll get through it together.
       Then Stolas' cell phone began to ring. With magic he pulled it out from among the thrown clothes and when bringing it to his sight he saw that the one who called was Blitzo, and that in fact it was not the first, but the tenth time that he rang. He decided to answer by leaving the phone on speaker.
       —Oh, hey Blitz, did something happen?
       —What kind of stupid question is that?! I read the newspaper.
       —And are you calling to help or just to say hi?
       —J-just bring your plump ass to my office.
       Stolas hung up the call. He set the phone aside and turning his gaze to Octavia he opted to ask for her opinion.
       —Well Via, shall we try?
       —Do you think Blitzo can help us?
       —We can find out.
       After several minutes of cleaning and getting ready, both were presentable again –and holding hands, Stolas opened a portal to the I.M.P offices, where Blitzo, Loona, Moxxie and Millie were already waiting for him.
       Blitzo was pacing around the room with a face of panic that made him sweat profusely as he bit his nails and swung his tail from side to side.
       —Calm down you idiot, you're going to make a hole in the ground. —Loona told Blitzo sarcastically—.
       —Calm me down? I'm calm, I just think about how the hell I'm going to get Stolas out of this.
       —And why do you want to help him? Why do you care about what his crazy ex-wife says about him in the papers?
       —I remind you Loona, that he saved us all from those lunatic humans the other time, if it wasn't for him, I would be fried right now.
       —Sir, I understand that this worries you, but... What can we do? —Moxxie asked in a concerned tone of voice—.
       —That is what I do not know! So do some good and think of something worthwhile Moxxie or you'll be fired.
       —Eh what?!
       —Don't worry, Moxxie, Blitz just wants to help Prince Stolas. Besides, we all know that he ain’t capable of doing somthn’ like that. —Millie tried to relax him—.
       —Well, I am very capable. —Stolas exclaimed as he passed through the portal with Octavia—. Know that what the newspaper says, is completely true.
       —Wait what?! —They all asked in unison—.
      —Octavia, then... —Loona interrupted—.
       —Obviously the balm is false. —Octavia specified, entering the conversation while her eyes stared at Loona, giving her the signal not to talk too much—.
       —I knew this would end up badly. —Loona replied—.
       Blitzo then intervened.
       —Wait wait wait. Loony, did you know?
       —Yes, I found out the day you sent me to look for her, remember?
       —And it didn't occur to you to tell me? —Blitzo asked incredulously—.
       —Or you to me, Via? Stolas interposed with Octavia—.
       —I needed to get some fresh air, and finding Loona gave me the opportunity to have someone to talk to. —She answered a little sad and annoyed, feeling briefly attacked by her father—.
       —And why the hell am I going to be saying these things to you? —Loona replied to Blitzo—.
       —Also, my dear imp. —Stolas looked back at Blitzo—. It's not something you had to know right away.
       —But I thought… —Blitzo looks sad and despondent—.
       —You thought wrong, besides… You made it very clear the other night, our relationship is purely the book. There is nothing more to discuss between you and me.
       Blitzo remembers those words like daggers in his chest, he knows he said it and he knows it's a lie, but his pride that night wouldn't allow him anymore and now he had to face the consequences.
       —Ok, everyone, we're getting off topic. We are trying to figure out how to help, remember? —Moxxie interrupted—.
       Blitzo sought to regain his composure and return his mind to the current problem.
       —Ok, I say we need to kill the crazy bitch. —Blitzo offered—.
       —As much as that idea fascinates me, we're not going to do it. —Stolas intervened—.
       —Besides, sir, we'd need a special weapon, and the only person with one is Striker, who, if you don't remember, tried to kill us all.
       Octavia immediately put on a pale and worried look.
       —D-Dad... you never told me that... When?
       —Oh, at the festival. But I took care of everything, until Loona came to ruin it of course. —Blitzo gloated—.
       —Shut up idiot. —Loona replied—.
       —I think what Moxxie is tryin’ to say is that we shoul’ take some kind of countermeasure to clear Stolas' name. —Millie finally weighed in—.
       —What about an equally boring newspaper article that says he didn't? —Loona asked—.
       —No, that would take a whole day to publish, we must act quickly. —Blitzo countered excitedly—.
       A commercial about the Hazbin Hotel was showing for the millionth time on television. This gave Loona an idea.
       —How about on television?
       —Great idea, Loony! —It is obvious that you are my daughter.
      —Only on paper...
       Stolas pondered everything they said, Loona's idea was the only one that raised his interest for a moment.
       —And how do you suggest we do it? —Stolas asked—.
       —I can talk to the idiots who play our commercial! —Blitzo exclaimed—.
       —Are you sure about this dad? —Said Octavia, worried and fearful because of how radical the idea seemed to her, besides the fact that she was panicked by the idea of ​​appearing on television too.
       Blitzo left the scene so he could make the call.
       —Hey, I have a deal for you.
       A voice comes out of the phone.
       —Yeah, shut up. Look, how about having a Goetian prince on your fucking channel?
       …
       —Yes, if it's about the fucking publication on the newspaper, why else would a Goetia appear on your stupid channel?
       …
       —Yeah, yeah, eat shit, see you in five.
       Blitzo comes back throwing his phone in Moxxie's face yelling in success.
       —Done, now get your butts ready, we will be on live television. Who is fucking ready?
       —Ouch! Sir, at least you could have waited until we all agreed.
       —Shut the fuck up Moxxie, we have to be there in five minutes.
       —I have to be in five minutes, you mean. —Stolas interrupted—.
       —Do you birdbrain? And who is going to tell you who you have to talk to? We are going now.
       And so Blitzo, Stolas, and Octavia set off in a portal to the TV studio, leaving Moxxie, Millie, and Loona watching TV to see what happens. All hell would watch this show; or at least those who should see it.
       —We interrupt your usual programming because we don't give a damn about what you're seeing and this is more important. It's time for an exclusive news from "666News"—
       —Good evening hell creatures, I'm Katie Killjoy.
       —And I'm Tom Trench, welcome to 666News.
       —If any of you pieces of shit know how to read a newspaper, recently the recently divorced Stella from Ars Goetia has recently posted unpublished footage of her ex-husband having an intimate relationship with his own daughter.
       —With a daughter like that, I'd trade my wife too, Katie.
       —To have children you first have to be fertile, Tom.
       —If she's adopted, that counts, too.
       —Shut the fuck up Tom. Anyways, the news we have for you is that we have the shameless ex-husband here in the studio. The prince who has ruined his life the most as if it was a damn challenge. Stolas of Ars Goetia!
       Stolas could be seen trying to maintain his composure after such an awkward newscast presentation, gulping and adjusting his clothes.
       —Tell us prince. How does it feel that your daughter drugged you to have sex with you? Is it part of your fetish mechanics or is it just that you are that mediocre?
       —I want to start, Katie, by saying that that part of the accusation is completely false.
       —That part? So, you deliberately fuck your own daughter. Well, if one day you want to experiment, I can give you my phone number.
       —No one would want to fuck with you, Tom.
       Stolas tried to remain calm, but it was clear that Tom's advances and Katie's insults were making him lose his temper.
       —You see, I only come to this program to make it clear that I will not be humiliated with public ridicule.
       —Oh no. I think you can do that very well on your own. If our viewers remember, just a few days ago a video surfaced where he is seen at Ozzie's with an imp on a date. At that time, were you already having an affair with your daughter as well?
       Stolas was about to lose his temper, so he took a deep breath and decided to say things in one fell swoop to get the hell out of there.
       —I'm just here to announce and make it clear that I will marry my daughter Octavia in due time and that no number of threats or insults will change things.
       Hearing the word marriage, everyone was shocked. Octavia; Blitzo, Loona, Moxxie, Millie –even Katie and Tom. As well as all live viewers. It was a funereal silence.
       Stolas stood up and quietly left the set.
       —There you have it ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the ex-wife was so mediocre that even her daughter is a better candidate than herself. She sure is feeling ecstatic right now knowing what a lousy woman she is.
       —Your Majesty. If you're seeing this my phone is--
       —Shut the fuck up Tom. This was 666News.
       «STOLAAAAAAAAAAS!»


Epilogue



       In the end, Stolas made the decision he thought was the right one. He had already been exposed along with her daughter, and to protect her he would do whatever was necessary. Including consummating his love for her before everyone's eyes.
       Octavia would manage to pass off her tricks as one more lie from her mother, thus avoiding being discovered and leaving her mother a liar.
       Stella would swear to continue her crusade to destroy the Goetia branch Stolas belongs to. But her life will have very different plans.
       Blitzo still couldn't accept that he had lost Stolas, but his pride wouldn't let him grieve or show it to others.
       This story is far from over, but at least we can have one thing for sure. The love between a father and his daughter can go as far as it is allowed.

















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