Sad Gay Bird

Independent RP account for Stolas From Helluva Boss. 18+. Rabid Stolitz Shipper. (but so is Stolas tbh.) I'm open to almost anything, and love to plot in the DMs, so feel free to message away!

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

✨🌌Starter Call for Stolas🌌✨

I have terminal Gay Owl Brainrot and am seeking RP partners for my Stolas Muse. I'm pretty interested in exploring all the canon compliant themes and relationships he's got available to him, but I am a TERMINAL Stolitz Shipper. I am comfortable playing with explicit and darker themes. Mun is (far) over 18, and has been rping in various forms across various platforms with various characters for ~15 years. Interact or DM to plot!!

[assassin-imp]

@princestolasofthearsgoetia

Turns out, there are some issues in life that you can’t ghost-fuck your way through. Which, frankly, left Blitzø stumped. He’d tried everything! The bullshit apology tour didn’t make him feel better. The weeks of isolation, comfort junk food and trash tv didn’t work. Even fucking up a possessor demon didn’t rile him up the way it usually would. It was almost like, maybe, possibly, he had left some things unresolved and unsaid with Stolas. Normally Blitzø would scoff at the idea: feelings were for pussies and talking about feelings made him want to crawl out of his skin with discomfort. However, Blitzø was getting desperate. It seemed worth a shot. Hey, what’s the worse that could happen? He’d feel like shit. Oh wait! He already did.

The wheels of the I.M.P van rolled to a stuttering stop outside the grand, gated, mansion that Stolas called home. Blitzø swallowed hard, summoning up the bravado that he would need to armour himself with in order to make it to the front door. A short walk had never been so difficult: his breathing felt shallow, his tail flicking wildly from side to side, his hands all clammy where they were clasped around a bottle of wine. A gift. A dumb fucking idea. It was just cheap shit compared to what the owl usually drank. Blitzø prowled towards the house. It was when he had eventually arrived at the front door that he did the absolute unthinkable: he rang the doorbell. The imp could hear the way the bell resonated through the building.

As mere second passed, the churning in the pit of his stomach worsened. What is Stolas wouldn’t talk to him? What if the demon had moved on already? What if he was perfectly fine-Hell, what if he was better because of their time apart? Fuck. What if Stolas was doing some important shit? He should’ve texted to let the owl know he was coming - but then there was no way he’d answer the door! Satan’s ass, this sucked.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas heard the doorbell. He heard it reverberating through the whole, hollow, empty palace, jingling the chandeliers and echoing off cold, pale marble into silent, dark halls. He heard the almost imperceptible sound of his butler's hooves scuttling out of his study and off to the door to kindly inform everyone and anyone who might be ringing it that they could, if they were ever so obliging, fuck off. He heard the clock ticking ominously away through the empty hours as people out in the world moved and had lives around him. He could hear the very fibers of the old books that lined the walls surrounding him, slowly decaying, as centuries old paper was wont to do, and he slowly was dissolved into the arcane purpose of that study while any semblance of Stolas the man decayed alongside his leather bound companions.

He heard all this instead of seeing any of it, mind you, because he'd closed all four of his eyes a few minutes ago for the express purpose of bending down and BANGING HIS HEAD REPEATEDLY on the desk in front of him and had not yet found a reason to put in the effort to open them.

That was a pretty typical behavior for Stolas in the pitiful performance of duties and poorly medicated depression that his life had become in the intervening month between his disastrous attempt to initiate a real, functional, loving relationship of equals with the man who he still deeply suspected was the love of his extremely long life and the current date some time later. The head banging. And the moaning. And the weeping. There had been so much weeping. And then the attempts to throw himself back into his celestial purpose, which usually ended in him sobbing up at a constellation through a portal, thinking about whether or not Blitz had ever used a portal that let out under the watchful stars of that same constellation. With Via spending most of her time at her mother's now that school was back in session he had been free to indulge in all such delusions and breakdowns. Most the staff simply stayed out of his way.

Which is why he was extremely surprised to hear the sound of his butler scuttling back to his study, entering it, and stopping right in front of Stolas's desk, with a brief little clear of his throat.

Well that was unexpected enough to warrant the effort it took to open an eye.

So he did. He opened his top right eye and peered down over the edge of the desk to see the familiar face of the butler who'd been beside him since he was a nestling. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of concern in the old man's face, before it snapped right back to its accustomed blank professionalism because of course his BUTLER didn't feel even an ounce of sympathy for him, why would he? That would be ridiculous. He was just a job to the man, not practically family, someone he spent more time with than his own father. Just a paycheck. A means to an end. A Job. Any sympathy there was just as imagined as any affection was from....

Damnit he was thinking about Blitz again.

He focused back in on his absolutely unconcerned butler just in time to hear him say;

"..... though I know your instructions were quite firm when you specified that you did not wish to receive callers. Still, I do hope I am not overstepping my position here sir, I believed receiving this visit may...be of...some.... assistance to you, Your Highness."

And for a moment he imagined he heard that concern in his butler's voice again.

So that's how he came to find himself being led into the main receiving hall by his Butler, trying to adjust the ruffles of his wrinkled, half-week-old shirt and fix the rather disheveled angles of his unpreened feathers in every mirror he passed, wondering who the devil himself anyone might think he would WANT to see.

He looked around the massive, columned receiving hall as he descended a massive staircase into the even more massive cavern of a room, and for a moment, in the dim light of the starred ceiling, he thought it was empty. Then he noticed a small shape in the shadow by a pillar near the door. A small, red, familiar shape who was seemingly holding a bottle of wine and looking up at the stars above with that slightly wonderstruck expression one would sometimes see when he thought nobody was looking. Stolas loved that expression. He was pretty sure after that last conversation they had at Verosika's stupid immature party that he would never see that beautiful wonder again.

His heart was flipping around in his chest in the strangest of ways, but he kept his face carefully schooled to a pleasant, detached neutral, though he remained silent for a few moments, just taking in the image of Blitz before him. His tail was twitching anxiously, so Stolas finally hooted for his attention, just loud enough for him to hear but not so loud as to scare him. As he descended the stairs he wished he'd bothered to change into something with more impact than a half untied ruffly shirt and tiny shorts. Blitz looked amazing. Of course, he always did. So this would have to do.

"Forgive my state, I did not expect visitors." He said, trying his hardest to keep his tone pleasant and distant, but suspecting he definitely sounded desperate and sad. "Is there anything I can do to help you, Blitz?"

[assassin-imp]

Blitz was aware that his life had been a clown show of shitty mistakes and tragedies. A simple trip down memory lane felt more like a journey though the scummiest streets of the city: that is, uncomfortable, disgusting, piss-covered and likely to get you stabbed by a degenerate. There was a whole party full of people that wanted him dead — and those were only the people he’d fucked! There were endless people whose lives he had tangibly made worse by entering them. That was who he was. It was who he had been for many years now.

So, why was this different? It was routine. Enter someone’s life, fuck around and then fuck off. Watch the dumpster fire from a distance and bury deep the feelings of self loathing. He’d done it time and time and time again. It had always worked…until now. That was precisely why he was so desperate.

The subtle creak of the door opening snapped Blitz out of his panicked spiralling. However, his wide-eyed surprise soured the moment he took in the sight of the butler. Fuuuuuck. ‘Treat me like one of your little butler imps? You can't just dismiss me like that! I mean, you royal fucks think you can do this EVERY time!’ his enraged voice echoed through his memories, each word a new, vicious, stab to his heart. Words had never been his strong-suit — he was blunt, crass and incapable of not speaking his mind. That being said, it was rare for him to look back on something shitty he’d said and feel remorse.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Blitz realised he’d been staring at the butler with wide, sad, eyes. Oh shit. Clearing his throat a little, the imp forcefully plastered a confident, borderline cocky, smile onto his lips, “Hey, Jeeves,” That was his name, right? All butlers were called that. Pretty sure it’s, like, some kind of code or something, “I’m here to see the big bird. He home?”

The butler didn’t seemed thrilled to see him but, then again, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the butler made a facial expression before. The guy scuttered off to let Stolas know he was there, so that was a good sign, right?

Once alone again, Blitz let out an unsteady breath, his facade cracking. The assassin desperately looked down to his palm, where he had scrawled some quick, poorly spelt, notes about what he wanted to say: ‘sory,’ ‘proof bad purson,’ ‘stole shit,’ ‘preznt.’ Hm, okay. Yeah, that about summarised it. Faced with what felt like an endless wait for the butler to return, the imp allowed his eyes to drift upwards to the sky. It was a beautiful night. The sky, free from clouds, was speckled with all manner of awe-inspiring stars. Wonder morphed into sadness, he wondered if he’d ever be able to gaze on the stars again without a pang of regret striking his heart?

The soft hoot sent full-body shivers down his spine, his head snapping towards the sound so quick that he nearly risked giving himself whiplash. Stolas. Blitz just soaked in the sight of the owl for a moment or two — committing the sight to memory. Ya know, just in case after this conversation Stolas told him to fuck off and never come back.

“Hey, Stolas,” the words sounded dumb even as he said them, his voice all tight and the absolute opposite of the chill, laid-back, nonchalance that he wanted to emit. Blitz let out a huff of breath that attempted to sound like a laugh, a hand placing itself onto the back of his neck. ‘You look perfect,’ he wanted to say, instead he settled for, “Ha! Yeah, I woulda warned you I was stoppin’ by but I’ve been told my unpredictability is my charm,” A joke, of course. No one said that.

“I just…I was hop-I mean, wondering if you’d be ready to…uh, ‘do words’ with me now?” That day when Blitz scaled the wall to Stolas’ garden the owl hadn’t been, but now? maybe things had changed. As though suddenly remembering that he was holding the wine, he offered it out to Stolas, averting his gaze in a clear show of embarrassment. “I got you this,” he explained, “it’s probably cheap shit compared to what ya usually drink, but hey, might be a laugh?…could be better, ya never know…”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Ugh he was so charming. At even the sound of that voice Stolas's resolve to try not to be a massive, emotionally needy pushover who chased after people who resented him for said neediness, but he just wanted to dash down the stairs and fall at Blitz's feet and cling onto him and never ever let go again. But no. He was done forcing himself onto people who didn't want him around. He settled for slowly descending the stairs, trying to maintain an air of dignity when it was clear his wingtips were shaking.

"Spontaneous actions certainly are a hallmark of your behavior." Stolas agreed. "I wouldn't say one of the more charming hallmarks, but signature nonetheless."

He waved a wing, gently picking up the bottle and magically bringing it to where she stood, a few feet away. It wasn't a particularly polite way of receiving a gift, but he didn't trust himself to get too close to his former lover, let alone risk touching his hand. He'd absolutely fall to pieces at the merest scrape of those claws, and that wouldn't do. He had to keep his head about him.

So he turned to examine the wine instead, squinting at the label, as he'd left his reading glasses upstairs. It was a nice, deep plum red. Blitz had remembered his preference for slightly sweet wines. That was sweet...no. He cut off the thought. He asked wishfully thinking again. Blitz probably hadn't remembered and it was just a coincidence. Yes, that was it. Just a coincidence. No need to get his heart all warm and mushy like that.

"Well if you want to talk, I suppose we could speak over a bottle of wine. Goodness knows I could use a drink."

That was a lie. He did not need any more alcohol. He'd already had a bottle of absinthe for breakfast. But that had been nearly nine hours ago.....

So he showed Blitz into a little intimate receiving room off the main hall. It was a luxurious room, but small, really only a few overstuffed chairs and a pair of chaise lounges gathered around a low table. He settled on the chaise, and opened the wine, summoning two glasses for them and pouring it, swirling it, and tasting it.

It was a rather nice sweet red.

But that didn't mean ANYTHING.

"So....you wanted to talk?"

[assassin-imp]

@princestolasofthearsgoetia

Turns out, there are some issues in life that you can’t ghost-fuck your way through. Which, frankly, left Blitzø stumped. He’d tried everything! The bullshit apology tour didn’t make him feel better. The weeks of isolation, comfort junk food and trash tv didn’t work. Even fucking up a possessor demon didn’t rile him up the way it usually would. It was almost like, maybe, possibly, he had left some things unresolved and unsaid with Stolas. Normally Blitzø would scoff at the idea: feelings were for pussies and talking about feelings made him want to crawl out of his skin with discomfort. However, Blitzø was getting desperate. It seemed worth a shot. Hey, what’s the worse that could happen? He’d feel like shit. Oh wait! He already did.

The wheels of the I.M.P van rolled to a stuttering stop outside the grand, gated, mansion that Stolas called home. Blitzø swallowed hard, summoning up the bravado that he would need to armour himself with in order to make it to the front door. A short walk had never been so difficult: his breathing felt shallow, his tail flicking wildly from side to side, his hands all clammy where they were clasped around a bottle of wine. A gift. A dumb fucking idea. It was just cheap shit compared to what the owl usually drank. Blitzø prowled towards the house. It was when he had eventually arrived at the front door that he did the absolute unthinkable: he rang the doorbell. The imp could hear the way the bell resonated through the building.

As mere second passed, the churning in the pit of his stomach worsened. What is Stolas wouldn’t talk to him? What if the demon had moved on already? What if he was perfectly fine-Hell, what if he was better because of their time apart? Fuck. What if Stolas was doing some important shit? He should’ve texted to let the owl know he was coming - but then there was no way he’d answer the door! Satan’s ass, this sucked.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas heard the doorbell. He heard it reverberating through the whole, hollow, empty palace, jingling the chandeliers and echoing off cold, pale marble into silent, dark halls. He heard the almost imperceptible sound of his butler's hooves scuttling out of his study and off to the door to kindly inform everyone and anyone who might be ringing it that they could, if they were ever so obliging, fuck off. He heard the clock ticking ominously away through the empty hours as people out in the world moved and had lives around him. He could hear the very fibers of the old books that lined the walls surrounding him, slowly decaying, as centuries old paper was wont to do, and he slowly was dissolved into the arcane purpose of that study while any semblance of Stolas the man decayed alongside his leather bound companions.

He heard all this instead of seeing any of it, mind you, because he'd closed all four of his eyes a few minutes ago for the express purpose of bending down and BANGING HIS HEAD REPEATEDLY on the desk in front of him and had not yet found a reason to put in the effort to open them.

That was a pretty typical behavior for Stolas in the pitiful performance of duties and poorly medicated depression that his life had become in the intervening month between his disastrous attempt to initiate a real, functional, loving relationship of equals with the man who he still deeply suspected was the love of his extremely long life and the current date some time later. The head banging. And the moaning. And the weeping. There had been so much weeping. And then the attempts to throw himself back into his celestial purpose, which usually ended in him sobbing up at a constellation through a portal, thinking about whether or not Blitz had ever used a portal that let out under the watchful stars of that same constellation. With Via spending most of her time at her mother's now that school was back in session he had been free to indulge in all such delusions and breakdowns. Most the staff simply stayed out of his way.

Which is why he was extremely surprised to hear the sound of his butler scuttling back to his study, entering it, and stopping right in front of Stolas's desk, with a brief little clear of his throat.

Well that was unexpected enough to warrant the effort it took to open an eye.

So he did. He opened his top right eye and peered down over the edge of the desk to see the familiar face of the butler who'd been beside him since he was a nestling. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of concern in the old man's face, before it snapped right back to its accustomed blank professionalism because of course his BUTLER didn't feel even an ounce of sympathy for him, why would he? That would be ridiculous. He was just a job to the man, not practically family, someone he spent more time with than his own father. Just a paycheck. A means to an end. A Job. Any sympathy there was just as imagined as any affection was from....

Damnit he was thinking about Blitz again.

He focused back in on his absolutely unconcerned butler just in time to hear him say;

"..... though I know your instructions were quite firm when you specified that you did not wish to receive callers. Still, I do hope I am not overstepping my position here sir, I believed receiving this visit may...be of...some.... assistance to you, Your Highness."

And for a moment he imagined he heard that concern in his butler's voice again.

So that's how he came to find himself being led into the main receiving hall by his Butler, trying to adjust the ruffles of his wrinkled, half-week-old shirt and fix the rather disheveled angles of his unpreened feathers in every mirror he passed, wondering who the devil himself anyone might think he would WANT to see.

He looked around the massive, columned receiving hall as he descended a massive staircase into the even more massive cavern of a room, and for a moment, in the dim light of the starred ceiling, he thought it was empty. Then he noticed a small shape in the shadow by a pillar near the door. A small, red, familiar shape who was seemingly holding a bottle of wine and looking up at the stars above with that slightly wonderstruck expression one would sometimes see when he thought nobody was looking. Stolas loved that expression. He was pretty sure after that last conversation they had at Verosika's stupid immature party that he would never see that beautiful wonder again.

His heart was flipping around in his chest in the strangest of ways, but he kept his face carefully schooled to a pleasant, detached neutral, though he remained silent for a few moments, just taking in the image of Blitz before him. His tail was twitching anxiously, so Stolas finally hooted for his attention, just loud enough for him to hear but not so loud as to scare him. As he descended the stairs he wished he'd bothered to change into something with more impact than a half untied ruffly shirt and tiny shorts. Blitz looked amazing. Of course, he always did. So this would have to do.

"Forgive my state, I did not expect visitors." He said, trying his hardest to keep his tone pleasant and distant, but suspecting he definitely sounded desperate and sad. "Is there anything I can do to help you, Blitz?"

[lady-phenix]

Reunion

A closed rp with @princestolasofthearsgoetia

If Phenix was given the chance she'd never go to these sorts of things. Parties weren't exactly her thing, as she was quite the homebody. She preferred the calm and familiar setting. She liked being able to go to her own space without being told she couldn't.

Not that it stopped Andras from trying but still...

Phenix hated gossip. She couldn't stand how...fake everything was. Oh sure, the other goetia ladies were mostly nice to hers and others faces, but the minute they were gone or weren't around, they didn't hesitate to spread anyone's business. Not that they were usually nice to her face either, as they seemed to delight in reminding Phenix of her slightly lower station than them. So much so that if she were to ever hear the words "Bastard", "legitimate", or "legitimacy" again it would be far too soon.

The quetzal would've thought it'd stop hurting even a little by now. Even so it stung, in an all too familiar way. And of course Andras was too occupied with his own conversations to do anything. A proud and strong warrior was he, but it did not make him a good husband.

His father, Aamon, on the other hand was a gem. The dog like goetia more often than not stood for his daughter in law. Whenever she needed a break when he was around, Aamon had her back. It made Phenix wonder how someone like her husband could've possibly come from him.

She took her father in law's arm, signaling that she needed something. He turned his head to look at her.

"I take it you aren't enjoying yourself, dear?" He asked pleasant and kindly.

Phenix shook her head. "I'm sorry. It's not you-".

"I understand. If you're feeling overwhelmed, the library is yours. No one will stop you. I'll come get you once Andras is ready to leave. If he gives you grief about it, you come straight to me" Aamon took her hand and politely kissed her knuckles.

Phenix bowed her head. "Thank you...thank you so much. You're always such a kind host".

There were days where she felt bad for Aamon. His wife, Larissa, was the most wretched, unhappy woman phenix had the displeasure of knowing, who only seemed even remotely happy when talking about herself or her sons. Aamon deserved better...

The quetzal quietly made her way from the banquet hall, thanking lucifer no one noticed her slip away. Her in-laws' library was thankfully unlocked and she was free to roam the shelves as she saw fit. Of course, the poetry section was her go to. It was her specialty after all.

Taking one of the carefully organized treasures from the shelf, Phenix hugged it to her chest like an old friend. She sighed softly, a sense of relief washing over her.

"Ah Mister Cummings...we meet again" she smiled sweetly and turned to her favorite poem, reading aloud:

"Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence. In your most frail gesture of things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch, because they are too near..."

So consumed was she in her reading that she hadn't noticed the door opening behind her...

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

It had started with a cat.

Well not precisely. It had actually started with an absolutely horrible party that Stella had dragged him to, against his will. He'd offered to stay home with their daughter, but no.... Stella requires his presence.

He wasn't sure why. It wasn't like she enjoyed his company, or wanted him there. She seemed to want him as far away as possible, but she needed to arrive and leave with him, to look important, he supposed. As the Celestial Prophet, he was high placed, even among the other Goetia, and Stella liked that status, but while they were at these functions, she ignored him completely, dancing and talking and drinking with literally anyone else, and frequently complaining, right in front of him, about what a terrible bore he was. So he frequently tried to sneak away from the actual functions themselves.

And today he had seen a cat on the edge of the large grand ballroom of whatever relative's home they were at today. It was a small black cat, who, looking as skittish as Stolas felt, ran from a potted plant out an open door. Stolas followed the beast. He loved cats, and this one looked to be almost a kitten, so he followed it down the hall, calling to it softly, till it disappeared between cracked doors, into a dim room off the main hall. Stolas slipped in after the beast, but was caught off guard by what he found.

A library. A giant, dim library, filled floor to ceiling with all sorts of books.

He let out a soft hoot of excitement.

He loves libraries. Stella wouldn't let him have one. She thought it silly to dedicate an entire room just to reading books when he already had a bedroom and an office, but he'd always wanted one, just like this one, with soft lights, stained glass, and a giant roaring fireplace. That little cat was curled in front of the fire. What a good creature, indeed! He'd love to have a cat to curl up in his office, but Stella didn't want pets about.

He walked along the stacks, fingers trailing the spines lovingly as he perused titles. He could definitely hide in here till Stella was done at the horrible party and came to find him. It would be a pleasant way to spend a few hours.

Then he noticed he wasn't alone. A flame colored Goetia woman sat in a chair, lost in a book. That was unique. He'd not seen many of his relatives....reading. He craned his neck to the side to see the author....

"E.E. Cummings?" He remarked aloud, not meaning to startle the woman but caught up in his enthusiasm of seeing a fellow Goetia actually reading. "I Love him! There's one of his that I used to read to my little girl Octavia every night;

"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in

my heart)

"I am never without it(anywhere

I go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

"I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)

"I want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

"And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

"And whatever a sun will always sing is you

"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

"And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart:

"I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)"

His recitation of the poem had a certain song like quality, and he rocked back and forth from one foot to the other nervously, like he was waiting for her approval.

"Sorry, didn't introduce myself. My name is Stolas. I don't attend as many of these things as I should, but you probably know my wife Stella."

[lady-phenix]

She had been a little startled but felt a sense of relief when she saw it was one of her fellow goetia. Her ear tufts rose at his citation and she smiled widely.

"He's one of my favorites! I am after all the goetia of poetry and song. I...I've heard of you actually! I grew up hearing about you" she stood and gave him a polite bow, "prince Stolas...it's a great honor to meet you. I'm Grand Marquess Phenix. The Grand Marquis Andras is my husband of five years" she rose to her feet once more, "feel free to look around if you'd like. Aamon is very generous when sharing his books. He knows I get stressed easily among large crowds so he always makes sure the door is unlocked" she smiled and looked over at the cat, "ah...you were following him? I'd love to have a pet but I don't know if I'd have the heart to cage it" Phenix smiled kindly, "that was beautiful by the way. Another one of my personal favorites. Humans can be so...amazing can't they?".

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

"I didn't know we had a Goetia for that!" He hooted, impressed. "Thats a rather good one, isn't it? I'm just Celestial Prophecy. Stars and Planets. I suppose the higher ups find it useful so that makes me a higher Prince but.....it certainly doesn't make for good dinner conversation. I'm surprised anyone grew up hearing about me.....except my younger siblings. I imagine my father told them all about Stolas the incredible disappointment." He sighed. "Ah well. It's a very nice library. And nice of Aamon to let you use it. My in laws prefer to try and get me blackout drunk and take embarrassing photos of my if I get too shy at their functions. So ...I don't go over any more."

Stolas eagerly flipped through books as they talked, making a small stack of non-fiction and plopping down on the floor beside the fireplace, right next to the kitten. "Stella won't let me have a pet." He said sadly, scritching the little creature between his soft ears. "But I've always liked cats. I like the purring. I think owls and cats have very similar temperaments. But Stella is a Dove. Not an owl."

He turned back to the other woman, putting a smile back on over then sort of hazy, wistful look he usually wore. "I'm not usually one for poetry, actually." He said. "But when my daughter Octavia was an egg, I read this parenting book that said you're supposed to read poems to eggs, and she was born with a taste for it. It was the only thing that would get her to sleep as a wee owlet! So I'm well versed now. I'm more of a non fiction man, myself. I just want to know....things. Everything! Everything in our realm, the human realm, the celestial realm, it's all fascinating. And Biography..... Biographies are rather like having a friend in your pocket to talk to!"

[lady-phenix]

Reunion

A closed rp with @princestolasofthearsgoetia

If Phenix was given the chance she'd never go to these sorts of things. Parties weren't exactly her thing, as she was quite the homebody. She preferred the calm and familiar setting. She liked being able to go to her own space without being told she couldn't.

Not that it stopped Andras from trying but still...

Phenix hated gossip. She couldn't stand how...fake everything was. Oh sure, the other goetia ladies were mostly nice to hers and others faces, but the minute they were gone or weren't around, they didn't hesitate to spread anyone's business. Not that they were usually nice to her face either, as they seemed to delight in reminding Phenix of her slightly lower station than them. So much so that if she were to ever hear the words "Bastard", "legitimate", or "legitimacy" again it would be far too soon.

The quetzal would've thought it'd stop hurting even a little by now. Even so it stung, in an all too familiar way. And of course Andras was too occupied with his own conversations to do anything. A proud and strong warrior was he, but it did not make him a good husband.

His father, Aamon, on the other hand was a gem. The dog like goetia more often than not stood for his daughter in law. Whenever she needed a break when he was around, Aamon had her back. It made Phenix wonder how someone like her husband could've possibly come from him.

She took her father in law's arm, signaling that she needed something. He turned his head to look at her.

"I take it you aren't enjoying yourself, dear?" He asked pleasant and kindly.

Phenix shook her head. "I'm sorry. It's not you-".

"I understand. If you're feeling overwhelmed, the library is yours. No one will stop you. I'll come get you once Andras is ready to leave. If he gives you grief about it, you come straight to me" Aamon took her hand and politely kissed her knuckles.

Phenix bowed her head. "Thank you...thank you so much. You're always such a kind host".

There were days where she felt bad for Aamon. His wife, Larissa, was the most wretched, unhappy woman phenix had the displeasure of knowing, who only seemed even remotely happy when talking about herself or her sons. Aamon deserved better...

The quetzal quietly made her way from the banquet hall, thanking lucifer no one noticed her slip away. Her in-laws' library was thankfully unlocked and she was free to roam the shelves as she saw fit. Of course, the poetry section was her go to. It was her specialty after all.

Taking one of the carefully organized treasures from the shelf, Phenix hugged it to her chest like an old friend. She sighed softly, a sense of relief washing over her.

"Ah Mister Cummings...we meet again" she smiled sweetly and turned to her favorite poem, reading aloud:

"Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence. In your most frail gesture of things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch, because they are too near..."

So consumed was she in her reading that she hadn't noticed the door opening behind her...

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

It had started with a cat.

Well not precisely. It had actually started with an absolutely horrible party that Stella had dragged him to, against his will. He'd offered to stay home with their daughter, but no.... Stella requires his presence.

He wasn't sure why. It wasn't like she enjoyed his company, or wanted him there. She seemed to want him as far away as possible, but she needed to arrive and leave with him, to look important, he supposed. As the Celestial Prophet, he was high placed, even among the other Goetia, and Stella liked that status, but while they were at these functions, she ignored him completely, dancing and talking and drinking with literally anyone else, and frequently complaining, right in front of him, about what a terrible bore he was. So he frequently tried to sneak away from the actual functions themselves.

And today he had seen a cat on the edge of the large grand ballroom of whatever relative's home they were at today. It was a small black cat, who, looking as skittish as Stolas felt, ran from a potted plant out an open door. Stolas followed the beast. He loved cats, and this one looked to be almost a kitten, so he followed it down the hall, calling to it softly, till it disappeared between cracked doors, into a dim room off the main hall. Stolas slipped in after the beast, but was caught off guard by what he found.

A library. A giant, dim library, filled floor to ceiling with all sorts of books.

He let out a soft hoot of excitement.

He loves libraries. Stella wouldn't let him have one. She thought it silly to dedicate an entire room just to reading books when he already had a bedroom and an office, but he'd always wanted one, just like this one, with soft lights, stained glass, and a giant roaring fireplace. That little cat was curled in front of the fire. What a good creature, indeed! He'd love to have a cat to curl up in his office, but Stella didn't want pets about.

He walked along the stacks, fingers trailing the spines lovingly as he perused titles. He could definitely hide in here till Stella was done at the horrible party and came to find him. It would be a pleasant way to spend a few hours.

Then he noticed he wasn't alone. A flame colored Goetia woman sat in a chair, lost in a book. That was unique. He'd not seen many of his relatives....reading. He craned his neck to the side to see the author....

"E.E. Cummings?" He remarked aloud, not meaning to startle the woman but caught up in his enthusiasm of seeing a fellow Goetia actually reading. "I Love him! There's one of his that I used to read to my little girl Octavia every night;

"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in

my heart)

"I am never without it(anywhere

I go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

"I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)

"I want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

"And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

"And whatever a sun will always sing is you

"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

"And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart:

"I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)"

His recitation of the poem had a certain song like quality, and he rocked back and forth from one foot to the other nervously, like he was waiting for her approval.

"Sorry, didn't introduce myself. My name is Stolas. I don't attend as many of these things as I should, but you probably know my wife Stella."

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas turned around immediately when Blitz called to him, not even as a result of the desperate state he found himself in. Blitz had just always had that effect on him. With little more than a word, he could draw Stolas's focus completely. That hadn't changed. It probably never would.

But his comments on why Stolas would need a job gave the owl pause, and he frowned a little at the look of confusion on Blitz's face. Did he not know? How could he not know? It had been on the front page of every paper in the rings.....adding insult to injury when Stolas had been forced to huddle under the discarded scraps of said papers, facing down his greatest moment of shame for a bit of warmth the past three nights. How could Blitz not know?

But before Stolas could summon up the words to ask, Blitz offered him an invitation inside.

Inside. A warm dry place Stolas hadn't been in three days. He was in no position to turn that down....or even hesitate long enough for the imp to change his mind about allowing a disgraced, disheveled, frankly a bit disgusting bird into his home.

"Thank you." Stolas replied. There was nothing else he could say, and besides, there was a tickle in his throat that threatened a fit of coughing if he spoke any more. He simply followed his once-friend indoors and let him close the door behind them.

It was warm in the apartment. Wonderfully, blissfully warm. A low, rough moan of relief slipped past Stolas's chattering beak before he could rein it in, but he was past caring about his dignity in that moment. He was finally warm and he wanted to cry with relief, and for a few long moments he just stood inside the door, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of air that wasn't bitterly chilly on his skin.

When he did finally open his eyes and look around, he was a bit surprised. Blitz's apartment was....small. Very small. He could see a few doors, which he surmised led to bathrooms, bedrooms, and the like, but most of the apartment seemed to be a small living room and a semi detached kitchen that would have fit in Stolas's personal bathroom back at the palace. It was also far shabbier than he'd always pictured. The wallpaper was peeling. The floors were worn. There tile backsplash was chipping. Still, a significant effort had been put in to make it feel homey. There was the doormat he was currently standing on, throw blankets on the back of the sofa, and personal photographs covering the walls.

Stolas hovered awkwardly on the doormat. He was dripping filthy water, and he was loathe to make a mess of his friends home. But the imp was ...staring at him in a rather perplexed way. He had to say something.

"Thank you, Blitz." He repeated again. It was all he could think of to say.

[ofcnimction]

The second thank you is what pulled Blitzo out of whatever trance he’d found himself in. He moved quickly to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels and pushed them into Stolas’s chest without a word. He wasn’t good at this. He knew that whatever Stolas had gone through in the last few days had been … traumatic, but to go out of his way to comfort him? Shit. He couldn’t even bring comfort to himself.

“I’ll make you some tea or something. I- you should dry off a little and then go take a shower so you don’t smell like absolute dog shit.” Blitzo said before nudging a thumb in the direction of the bathroom. “The shower is a little confusing to work at first but you’re not a fucking idiot so I’m sure you can figure it out on your own.” And that was his way of showing he cared. If he didn’t, he would’ve closed the door on Stolas’s fucking face or worse, laughed at him and told him to get lost, but he hadn’t done that. He couldn’t have.

He went to work on brewing some shitty tea for Stolas, trying not to think too hard about all of this, but it was a lot. How he’d gone from actively avoiding everything to do with the high ranking demon to having him in his dumpy ass apartment using his shower was beyond him. Life just had a way of throwing shit at him, he supposed.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

The shower very nearly did get the better of Stolas for an embarrassingly long time, though eventually he figured out the appropriate combination of percussive maintenance to get the sticky handle to grind past ten fucking degrees and spit out decently warm water. Honestly, it was probably the shittiest shower Stolas has ever had. There was no water pressure whatsoever, and the water occasionally went frigid for three long seconds, but to Stolas it felt like bliss. He methodically soaped off every inch of himself, watching the grime of the last three days swirl down the drain. When he was done, he did his very best to preen himself in Blitz's low mirror, in the subpar light of his bathroom, and to the best of his ability, rinsed out his disgusting clothes, hanging them on the back of the door to dry.

He, with a bit of creativity, a few of Loona's hair ties that had been abandoned by the sink, and one rusty safety pin he found in the cupboard, took the towels blitz had given him and fashioned them into a simple little toga-like thing so he didn't have to emerge from the bathroom with nothing on, which wouldn't be polite at all, and took stock of himself in the mirror.

He looked like shit. He looked peaky and sickly and exhausted. But he was clean.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and made his way timidly out into the living room in his stupid little towel toga, hoping Blitz would be out there and his daughter would NOT.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

🏜️🌌Unlikely Alliance🌌🏜️

A starter for @helluvaoutlaw

The crimson light of sunset blazed across the edge of the wrath ring illuminating the endless empty plains that marked the border of pride and wrath, casting everything in a dramatic bloody hue. It was beautiful, in a horrific way, and evoked a sense of lonely hopelessness. The lone figure, walking through the fields in that blood red light found it very fitting, that blood red loneliness. It suited his mood.

That single forlorn figure was none other than Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, Hell's own celestial prophet. He was far from his traditional domicile, his great celestial palace, filled with luxury and learning, and looked terribly out of place in the dusty plain in his billowing shirt, brocades clothes, and massive deep velvet cape studded with stars. But he was exactly where he wanted to be, as far away from any other soul in hell as he could be. He simply couldn't bear to be around anyone. Not tonight. Not on the first full moon since....he couldn't even think about it.

He sat on the edge of a sloping hill, staring into the setting sun, unblinkingly, letting it's light sear all four of his bright red eyes till he cried. How odd....he thought he didn't have a single tear left to shed...but here he was, crying again.

It felt good.

So there he sat, completely alone on the edge of the desert, relishing in his own tears as he cried over the loss of the one bright spot in his life.

[helluvaoutlaw]

Striker moved silently through the desert, his lithe form blending seamlessly with the shifting sands of the Wrath ring. He had spotted Stolas open a portal and step into the barren landscape, and now he followed him with the stealth of a predator stalking its prey.

The crimson light of sunset cast long shadows across the plains, creating the perfect cover for Striker as he trailed the Goetia.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Stolas, dressed in his ostentatious attire, wandered aimlessly, the extravagant brocade and velvet of his clothes looking absurd against the desolate backdrop.

Striker’s hatred burned with every step.

Here was Stolas, a Goetia prince, strolling through Wrath like he OWNED the fucking place!

The hitman's movements were precise, calculated, his tail rattling ever so softly with each shift of his weight, but not enough to give him away.

He could see the tension in Stolas’s posture, the way his shoulders sagged under some invisible burden. The prince’s four eyes were fixed on the horizon, unseeing, as if trying to find solace in the dying light of the sun.

Striker smirked at the irony.

The Goetia was as lost in his own sorrow as he was in these forsaken plains.

What a self-absorbed, spoiled prick.

For almost an hour, Striker shadowed Stolas, waiting for the perfect moment.

The desert was vast and empty, providing no refuge, no escape, no help for the prince.

The imp relished the thought of what was to come. The time was nearing. He could feel it in his bones, the thrill of the hunt reaching its peak.

With a final, silent step, Striker closed the distance, positioning himself directly behind Stolas, the angelic pistol in his hand aimed squarely at the back of the prince’s head.

"You've got some nerve showin' your feathery ass down here, Goetia..."

He hissed, his tail now rattling loud and threatening.

"But unfortunately for you, this is my territory. It's game over for ya, your highness."

Striker smirked, eyes wide and crazy, almost salivating as his finger caressed the trigger.

@princestolasofthearsgoetia

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas heard the click of the gun, but he didn't move. He didn't even flinch. He just stayed where he was, staring at the blazing setting sun as it slowly crept below the horizon. And when the Demon spoke, he knew immediately who it was.

"Oh hello." He greeted mildly. A death sentence and a bout of depression was no reason not to be polite after all.

So Stella still wanted him dead. No surprises there. But ....maybe she was right. She always had been the better Goetia. Maybe everything was just better off without him. He'd already sired the heir he was born to sire. Octavia was brilliant. She had the best of magic schooling, and was shaping up to be brighter than he ever was. And her life would be much more stable without two fighting parents. With him gone, Stella would be able to remarry. And his father wouldn't have to make excuses for his soft-hearted, soft-headded idiot of a son. He could install a leader he'd be proud of. Blitz had his crystal now. He would be fine. He might even find the whole thing amusing. There was no one around to miss him except his plants....and Via had been doing most of the caring for them lately anyway. He was a failure as a prince of hell. He'd tried for happiness, tried to do things differently and it had backfired.

Yes this probably was for the best.

"Well, I suppose you'd best get it over with." He said sadly. "You don't need to worry about anyone coming for me. No one is."

He kept his gaze on the sun as the last of its light slipped down beneath the horizon and the stars began to appear. At least he got to see his beloved stars one more time, his constant companions and only friends since childhood. They were the only ones with him in the end. It was fitting in a way. He fixed his eyes on the night sky and waited for the end.

[helluvaoutlaw]

"Yeah, I'm gonna- Wait, what?"

Striker frowned, the confusion gnawing at him. He had expected fear, resistance, maybe even a desperate plea for mercy. Instead, Stolas just sat there, staring at the horizon, his voice calm and resigned.

The lack of a proper reaction, the complete and utter acceptance, was infuriating.

Striker listened as Stolas spoke, his words tinged with sorrow and resignation. Striker’s tail twitched, the rattling soft but filled with agitation. This wasn’t what he had envisioned.

This wasn’t the confrontation he had craved.

This pathetic display drained the satisfaction from the kill.

Stolas wanted this.

Killing him now would be giving him exactly what he desired, and Striker couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Pathetic.”

He spat, lowering the gun slightly.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a demon, ya know that?”

He circled Stolas, his tail rattling in irritation.

“Ya think lettin' yourself get killed is some kinda noble sacrifice? Ya think it’ll make ya some kind of hero? Hah! Spare me this martyr bullshit..."

He grumbled.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas answered each of Strikers insults with a frank resignation.

Pathetic? "Yes, I know."

Pathetic excuse for a demon? "Yes, I always have been."

Hero and a Martyr? "No...no. I could never be a hero. Heroes are important. They mean something to people. I'm....nothing."

He was vaguely aware of the other demon circling him, making a rattling noise, but...it didn't really seem important. Nothing felt important anymore. He just kept his gaze trained upwards as more and more stars appeared. Constellations began to emerge, and it didn't take long for him to start picking out his favorites...and a few he'd made up. One didn't spend a lifetime studying something without developing some sort of relationship with the subject. It was nice to say goodbye to them all as they all emerged for the evening. He watched a galactic cluster come into view....a personal favorite that had formed a beautiful dust cloud around his coming of age, and then he realized that the gun was no longer pointed at him.

"There isn't any point in drawing it out." He said gently, as though he was reassuring his killer. "I told you, it's ok...no one is coming for me. So you may as well just kill me and take whatever proof you need, I'll be no more trouble."

[helluvaoutlaw]

Striker's anger flared hotter with every resigned word from Stolas. The prince’s acceptance of his insults only served to deepen Striker’s irritation. Here he was, ready to enact vengeance, and instead he was faced with this pitiful display.

The rattling of his tail grew more intense as he struggled to contain his fury.

He glared at Stolas, his eyes blazing with contempt. He could barely believe what he was hearing.

This Goetia prince, with all his privilege and power, was wallowing in self-pity, completely oblivious to the real suffering in Hell.

“Shut up!”

Striker snapped, his voice filled with venom.

“Ya think you’re the only one sufferin’ down here?? Ya think your problems make ya special?? There are hundreds of imps and hellhounds out there havin’ it way worse than you ever will, and you’re too caught up in your own pathetic misery to see it! Even with FOUR EYES!”

He stepped closer, the gun still in his hand, though no longer aimed at Stolas.

“You’ve got a palace, you’ve got power, and you’ve got people who care about you, even if you’re too blind to see it. You’ve got a daughter, alive and well, and what are ya doin’? You’re sittin’ here wishin’ for death like some spoiled brat who didn’t get his way.”

Striker’s tail whipped at the ground furiously, the sound a harsh counterpoint to his words.

“There are demons out there who fight every damn day just to survive, who don’t have the luxury of wallowin’ in their problems! Ya think dyin’ here, alone, makes you special? It makes you a coward.”

He spat on the ground in disgust, the anger boiling over.

He lunged forward and grabbed Stolas by the feathers on his head, yanking him up with a fierce grip.

“Ya think this is sufferin’?”

Striker hissed, his face inches from Stolas’s.

“I’m gonna show you what real suffering looks like.”

Without another word, Striker whistled sharply, the sound cutting through the stillness of the desert night. Moments later, his steed of fire arrived, quick as a lightning bolt, its eyes glowing with an infernal light.

Striker shoved Stolas towards the beast, his grip still tight on the prince’s feathers.

“Get on.”

He snarled.

“You’re comin’ with me, and you’re gonna see firsthand what real misery is.”

@princestolasofthearsgoetia

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas allowed himself to be bodily dragged into the horse, more out of surprise than anything. He had not expected to be manhandled onto the back of a hell-steed today. So that was...... interesting. He was starting to suspect this Striker fellow liked manhandling people onto horses, as they were two for two in their encounters.

He desperately wanted to ask where they were going, but he'd been told to shut up....and the utter failure of his last attempt at disobedience had him in a rather compliant state. So he sat quietly, wondering what the hell the man meant by real suffering. Torture perhaps? He knew Striker was not adverse to torture....his own shoulder was still not up to snuff from their last meeting. Perhaps he just meant Stella. He worked for Stella. He knew how wretched she was. But he suspected the man meant some part of Hell he'd never been privy to. There were quite a few of those. Places his father had forbidden travel. And he wondered what those had to do with suffering. But he wouldn't ask.

He rose behind Striker, silently obedient, watching the stars pass as they galloped further and further away from the city where Stolas had spent most of his life.

Eventually, after a solid flurry minutes of watching stars go by, he mustered the spirit to ask:

"Where are we going?"

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

📌🌆Helluva Office Job🌆📌

A Starter for @arrapante-angelo and @ultio-angelus

Stolas was shocked to hear that Loona was the one who'd been using his grimoire all that time.

It came up late one evening after he and Blitz had been out to a very nice dinner, and came home, tipsy and happy. They were still working on the parameters of this whole "dating" thing after their rocky start and plenty of misunderstandings but that was what mattered. They were both trying, and lately, it seemed, they were succeeding.

When they stumbled in the door, they found their daughters, standing in the center of the foyer, surrounded by candles, around half of which were lit. Octavia was standing with Loona in the middle of it all, seemingly correcting the way Loona pointing at one of the candles. They were rapt in concentration on one of the nearest candles....an unlit one.

"Good evening, Ladies." He intoned. Both girls nearly jumped three feet in the air in surprise. "Anyone care to tell me why there's half a bonfire in the entry hall?"

"Shit sorry..." Loona began, but Octavia barreled right past her, throwing her arms around her dad in excitement.

"Dad Dad dad!" She hooted with glee. "Loona's got magic! Loona's got MAGIC, dad!!! Like us!! Look! Show them, Loon!!"

The owlet was practically vibrating with excitement and she ran back to Loona's side and pointed at the unlit candle. Loona looked back and forth between the two men nervously, then to Via, who nodded her encouragement. Then she focused on the candle. She squinted, seemingly struggling, then, a few moments later a sort of black shimmer appeared around it....and it lit itself! Via cheered. Stolas clapped his hands with glee. Loona looked shyly pleased with the praise.

The girls explained how Loona had been talking about how she was always the one to open portals for IMP cause she was just good at it...and Octavia decided to test her for magic power and...lol and behold....they'd been having little magic lessons for hours.

"Dad.... we've got to get her enrolled in a magic academy." Via insisted. "She's really really talented."

Stolas turned to the hellhound. Loona looked nervous. "I don't know..." She said. "I'd be the oldest one there I bet. And probably the only hellhound and people wouldn't take kindly to it. Besides I have work and....and those kinds of schools are really expensive...." Her eyes flicked to Blitz briefly. "I don't know if we could even afford that. And...."

Stolas lifted a claw and cut her off.

"But do you want to go?" He asked. After a second, she nodded. And that was that. There was nothing either of the fathers wouldn't do to make their girls happy.

She was enrolled at Via's school, so she'd have the protection of being with a princess. No one would harass her there. Stolas, without a second thought but with much hemming and hawing from Blitz, put up the money for her tuition. That only left her job.

"I can't just leave them with no one manning the phones and schedules!" She insisted a few weeks later, just before the semester began when Via and Stolas had swung by to drop off lunch at the IMP offices.

"So I'll do it."

Everyone looked at Stolas, bug eyed. "He only had eyes for Blitz. "I once said you'd make a great boss. I said I'd be honored to work for you. So....if you'll have me, I can cover the hours Loona is away at school during the semester. I'm sure it will be fun!"

And that's how Stolas came to be the temporary secretary.

The first day of his employment he showed up early, ever eager, and got the whole place looking nice. He made everyone coffee and had it sitting on their table waiting, and when the imps finally arrived they found him sitting at the front desk waiting for them cross legged in a very tight blouse and very small shorts, a tiny little cropped sweater vest and glasses that served no purpose whatsoever. It seemed his only reference for office wear had been pornography. He winked at Blitz over his useless glasses. Moxxie's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Welcome to IMP, how can I serve you today, Boss?"

[ultio-angelus]

Moxxie and Millie glance at one another before returning to their work, stealing little looks at the colorful new client. It was kind of hard not to—he was like a walking fluorescent sign. Millie shot Stolas an encouraging thumbs up from her desk’s position somewhere behind Angel Dust.

“Yeah? I don’t give a fuck if she’s busy.” Blitzø inhales sharply—another soothing gesture across his horns. “I mean….can I please speak to my daughter? She should be allowed to charge her damn phone if it dies, spellcasting or not.”

Evidently he didn’t get the answer he wanted, moving the phone away from himself long enough to bang his forehead against the metal desk in front of him. Holy hell, this parenting thing requires way more patience than he has.

“What do you mean you can’t speak to her?? What do you people do over there??”

Blitzø growls as the man over the phone continues to dodge and weave around his questions—he’d had enough. He spikes the phone, it absolutely shattering on impact against the wall.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas took all the information down, helping Angel fill out all the forms, dot the i's and cross the t's, all the while alternating between nervously blushing and staring and giggling like a schoolgirl.

He could not believe Angel Dust was actually right in front of him in the flesh, with his perfectly puffed chest plumage and million dollar thighs. Stolas was starstruck to say the least. And Angel was having his fun with him. Winking and flirting and sucking on the end of the pen he was writing with lewdly. Each action triggered a new wave of blushes and giggles.

The paper took three times as long as it should have taken, with Angel sprawled sexily across the desk instead of sitting in a chair like a normal person. And when it was finally done and Stolas stood up to take the case in to Blitz, Angel gave him a cheeky little swat on the butt as he walked away.

Stolas jumped so high he bumped his head on the ceiling. Angel laughed.

"God he's a cutie." He said as Stolas ducked into Blitz's office. Moxie started at him, one eyebrow cocked. "What?" Angel fired back. "Am I not allowed to flirt with your slutty secretary? What is he the boss's personal private sex kitten?"

Millie replied "He's the boss's boyfriend."

"Oh shit"

[ultio-angelus]

He sits down at his desk with a sigh—not before catching sight of the new client swatting his boyfriend on the ass. Blitzø, already being quite irritated, just….watches incredulously, eyes wide and hands laced together in front of his mouth. Did he like watching Stolas giggle and blush? Well….maybe he did a little….he was so cute when he was flustered.

Blitzø sits back in his seat once the door swings open, trying his best to appear aloof to all the flirting happening right outside of his door…in his place of business…that he owned….

Relax. You’re fine. Stolas loves you, and he’s having fun with this guy. There’s better ways to assert dominance than running around beating your chest like a crazed gorilla.

“Heyyy, baby….everything goin’ well out there? Regretting your decision to join IMP yet~?”

There was a hint of a teasing tone in his words, but they were otherwise friendly. He wouldn’t berate Stolas the same way he did the rest of his employees, despite them all being family to him.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas Practically collapsed against the closed door in a swoon, giggling.

"Blitzy!" He cooed, twirling across the room on a starstruck cloud nine to drop the paperwork on Blitz's table and his whole self in Blitz's lap. "Oh my Darling! Did you see who that is??" He straight up squeed like a little girl at her favorite band. Kicking both his legs straight up in the air. "Blitzy It's ANGEL DUST!! I've seen everything he's ever made! You know that thing I do with my thighs that you Love? I learned that from one of his movies! I got this whole outfit idea from Naughty Secretary part 5! He won awards for that, Blitz!! Awards!! And he called me cute!? This is the most exciting day ever!!!"

Stolas was absolutely beaming, sitting in Blitz's lap, arms flung around his shoulders. He nuzzled happily into Blitz's neck, nipping along his jawline eagerly.

"Blitzy your company is so COOL!"

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

📌🌆Helluva Office Job🌆📌

A Starter for @arrapante-angelo and @ultio-angelus

Stolas was shocked to hear that Loona was the one who'd been using his grimoire all that time.

It came up late one evening after he and Blitz had been out to a very nice dinner, and came home, tipsy and happy. They were still working on the parameters of this whole "dating" thing after their rocky start and plenty of misunderstandings but that was what mattered. They were both trying, and lately, it seemed, they were succeeding.

When they stumbled in the door, they found their daughters, standing in the center of the foyer, surrounded by candles, around half of which were lit. Octavia was standing with Loona in the middle of it all, seemingly correcting the way Loona pointing at one of the candles. They were rapt in concentration on one of the nearest candles....an unlit one.

"Good evening, Ladies." He intoned. Both girls nearly jumped three feet in the air in surprise. "Anyone care to tell me why there's half a bonfire in the entry hall?"

"Shit sorry..." Loona began, but Octavia barreled right past her, throwing her arms around her dad in excitement.

"Dad Dad dad!" She hooted with glee. "Loona's got magic! Loona's got MAGIC, dad!!! Like us!! Look! Show them, Loon!!"

The owlet was practically vibrating with excitement and she ran back to Loona's side and pointed at the unlit candle. Loona looked back and forth between the two men nervously, then to Via, who nodded her encouragement. Then she focused on the candle. She squinted, seemingly struggling, then, a few moments later a sort of black shimmer appeared around it....and it lit itself! Via cheered. Stolas clapped his hands with glee. Loona looked shyly pleased with the praise.

The girls explained how Loona had been talking about how she was always the one to open portals for IMP cause she was just good at it...and Octavia decided to test her for magic power and...lol and behold....they'd been having little magic lessons for hours.

"Dad.... we've got to get her enrolled in a magic academy." Via insisted. "She's really really talented."

Stolas turned to the hellhound. Loona looked nervous. "I don't know..." She said. "I'd be the oldest one there I bet. And probably the only hellhound and people wouldn't take kindly to it. Besides I have work and....and those kinds of schools are really expensive...." Her eyes flicked to Blitz briefly. "I don't know if we could even afford that. And...."

Stolas lifted a claw and cut her off.

"But do you want to go?" He asked. After a second, she nodded. And that was that. There was nothing either of the fathers wouldn't do to make their girls happy.

She was enrolled at Via's school, so she'd have the protection of being with a princess. No one would harass her there. Stolas, without a second thought but with much hemming and hawing from Blitz, put up the money for her tuition. That only left her job.

"I can't just leave them with no one manning the phones and schedules!" She insisted a few weeks later, just before the semester began when Via and Stolas had swung by to drop off lunch at the IMP offices.

"So I'll do it."

Everyone looked at Stolas, bug eyed. "He only had eyes for Blitz. "I once said you'd make a great boss. I said I'd be honored to work for you. So....if you'll have me, I can cover the hours Loona is away at school during the semester. I'm sure it will be fun!"

And that's how Stolas came to be the temporary secretary.

The first day of his employment he showed up early, ever eager, and got the whole place looking nice. He made everyone coffee and had it sitting on their table waiting, and when the imps finally arrived they found him sitting at the front desk waiting for them cross legged in a very tight blouse and very small shorts, a tiny little cropped sweater vest and glasses that served no purpose whatsoever. It seemed his only reference for office wear had been pornography. He winked at Blitz over his useless glasses. Moxxie's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Welcome to IMP, how can I serve you today, Boss?"

[ultio-angelus]

Moxxie and Millie glance at one another before returning to their work, stealing little looks at the colorful new client. It was kind of hard not to—he was like a walking fluorescent sign. Millie shot Stolas an encouraging thumbs up from her desk’s position somewhere behind Angel Dust.

“Yeah? I don’t give a fuck if she’s busy.” Blitzø inhales sharply—another soothing gesture across his horns. “I mean….can I please speak to my daughter? She should be allowed to charge her damn phone if it dies, spellcasting or not.”

Evidently he didn’t get the answer he wanted, moving the phone away from himself long enough to bang his forehead against the metal desk in front of him. Holy hell, this parenting thing requires way more patience than he has.

“What do you mean you can’t speak to her?? What do you people do over there??”

Blitzø growls as the man over the phone continues to dodge and weave around his questions—he’d had enough. He spikes the phone, it absolutely shattering on impact against the wall.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas took all the information down, helping Angel fill out all the forms, dot the i's and cross the t's, all the while alternating between nervously blushing and staring and giggling like a schoolgirl.

He could not believe Angel Dust was actually right in front of him in the flesh, with his perfectly puffed chest plumage and million dollar thighs. Stolas was starstruck to say the least. And Angel was having his fun with him. Winking and flirting and sucking on the end of the pen he was writing with lewdly. Each action triggered a new wave of blushes and giggles.

The paper took three times as long as it should have taken, with Angel sprawled sexily across the desk instead of sitting in a chair like a normal person. And when it was finally done and Stolas stood up to take the case in to Blitz, Angel gave him a cheeky little swat on the butt as he walked away.

Stolas jumped so high he bumped his head on the ceiling. Angel laughed.

"God he's a cutie." He said as Stolas ducked into Blitz's office. Moxie started at him, one eyebrow cocked. "What?" Angel fired back. "Am I not allowed to flirt with your slutty secretary? What is he the boss's personal private sex kitten?"

Millie replied "He's the boss's boyfriend."

"Oh shit"

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

🏜️🌌Unlikely Alliance🌌🏜️

A starter for @helluvaoutlaw

The crimson light of sunset blazed across the edge of the wrath ring illuminating the endless empty plains that marked the border of pride and wrath, casting everything in a dramatic bloody hue. It was beautiful, in a horrific way, and evoked a sense of lonely hopelessness. The lone figure, walking through the fields in that blood red light found it very fitting, that blood red loneliness. It suited his mood.

That single forlorn figure was none other than Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, Hell's own celestial prophet. He was far from his traditional domicile, his great celestial palace, filled with luxury and learning, and looked terribly out of place in the dusty plain in his billowing shirt, brocades clothes, and massive deep velvet cape studded with stars. But he was exactly where he wanted to be, as far away from any other soul in hell as he could be. He simply couldn't bear to be around anyone. Not tonight. Not on the first full moon since....he couldn't even think about it.

He sat on the edge of a sloping hill, staring into the setting sun, unblinkingly, letting it's light sear all four of his bright red eyes till he cried. How odd....he thought he didn't have a single tear left to shed...but here he was, crying again.

It felt good.

So there he sat, completely alone on the edge of the desert, relishing in his own tears as he cried over the loss of the one bright spot in his life.

[helluvaoutlaw]

Striker moved silently through the desert, his lithe form blending seamlessly with the shifting sands of the Wrath ring. He had spotted Stolas open a portal and step into the barren landscape, and now he followed him with the stealth of a predator stalking its prey.

The crimson light of sunset cast long shadows across the plains, creating the perfect cover for Striker as he trailed the Goetia.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Stolas, dressed in his ostentatious attire, wandered aimlessly, the extravagant brocade and velvet of his clothes looking absurd against the desolate backdrop.

Striker’s hatred burned with every step.

Here was Stolas, a Goetia prince, strolling through Wrath like he OWNED the fucking place!

The hitman's movements were precise, calculated, his tail rattling ever so softly with each shift of his weight, but not enough to give him away.

He could see the tension in Stolas’s posture, the way his shoulders sagged under some invisible burden. The prince’s four eyes were fixed on the horizon, unseeing, as if trying to find solace in the dying light of the sun.

Striker smirked at the irony.

The Goetia was as lost in his own sorrow as he was in these forsaken plains.

What a self-absorbed, spoiled prick.

For almost an hour, Striker shadowed Stolas, waiting for the perfect moment.

The desert was vast and empty, providing no refuge, no escape, no help for the prince.

The imp relished the thought of what was to come. The time was nearing. He could feel it in his bones, the thrill of the hunt reaching its peak.

With a final, silent step, Striker closed the distance, positioning himself directly behind Stolas, the angelic pistol in his hand aimed squarely at the back of the prince’s head.

"You've got some nerve showin' your feathery ass down here, Goetia..."

He hissed, his tail now rattling loud and threatening.

"But unfortunately for you, this is my territory. It's game over for ya, your highness."

Striker smirked, eyes wide and crazy, almost salivating as his finger caressed the trigger.

@princestolasofthearsgoetia

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas heard the click of the gun, but he didn't move. He didn't even flinch. He just stayed where he was, staring at the blazing setting sun as it slowly crept below the horizon. And when the Demon spoke, he knew immediately who it was.

"Oh hello." He greeted mildly. A death sentence and a bout of depression was no reason not to be polite after all.

So Stella still wanted him dead. No surprises there. But ....maybe she was right. She always had been the better Goetia. Maybe everything was just better off without him. He'd already sired the heir he was born to sire. Octavia was brilliant. She had the best of magic schooling, and was shaping up to be brighter than he ever was. And her life would be much more stable without two fighting parents. With him gone, Stella would be able to remarry. And his father wouldn't have to make excuses for his soft-hearted, soft-headded idiot of a son. He could install a leader he'd be proud of. Blitz had his crystal now. He would be fine. He might even find the whole thing amusing. There was no one around to miss him except his plants....and Via had been doing most of the caring for them lately anyway. He was a failure as a prince of hell. He'd tried for happiness, tried to do things differently and it had backfired.

Yes this probably was for the best.

"Well, I suppose you'd best get it over with." He said sadly. "You don't need to worry about anyone coming for me. No one is."

He kept his gaze on the sun as the last of its light slipped down beneath the horizon and the stars began to appear. At least he got to see his beloved stars one more time, his constant companions and only friends since childhood. They were the only ones with him in the end. It was fitting in a way. He fixed his eyes on the night sky and waited for the end.

[helluvaoutlaw]

"Yeah, I'm gonna- Wait, what?"

Striker frowned, the confusion gnawing at him. He had expected fear, resistance, maybe even a desperate plea for mercy. Instead, Stolas just sat there, staring at the horizon, his voice calm and resigned.

The lack of a proper reaction, the complete and utter acceptance, was infuriating.

Striker listened as Stolas spoke, his words tinged with sorrow and resignation. Striker’s tail twitched, the rattling soft but filled with agitation. This wasn’t what he had envisioned.

This wasn’t the confrontation he had craved.

This pathetic display drained the satisfaction from the kill.

Stolas wanted this.

Killing him now would be giving him exactly what he desired, and Striker couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Pathetic.”

He spat, lowering the gun slightly.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a demon, ya know that?”

He circled Stolas, his tail rattling in irritation.

“Ya think lettin' yourself get killed is some kinda noble sacrifice? Ya think it’ll make ya some kind of hero? Hah! Spare me this martyr bullshit..."

He grumbled.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas answered each of Strikers insults with a frank resignation.

Pathetic? "Yes, I know."

Pathetic excuse for a demon? "Yes, I always have been."

Hero and a Martyr? "No...no. I could never be a hero. Heroes are important. They mean something to people. I'm....nothing."

He was vaguely aware of the other demon circling him, making a rattling noise, but...it didn't really seem important. Nothing felt important anymore. He just kept his gaze trained upwards as more and more stars appeared. Constellations began to emerge, and it didn't take long for him to start picking out his favorites...and a few he'd made up. One didn't spend a lifetime studying something without developing some sort of relationship with the subject. It was nice to say goodbye to them all as they all emerged for the evening. He watched a galactic cluster come into view....a personal favorite that had formed a beautiful dust cloud around his coming of age, and then he realized that the gun was no longer pointed at him.

"There isn't any point in drawing it out." He said gently, as though he was reassuring his killer. "I told you, it's ok...no one is coming for me. So you may as well just kill me and take whatever proof you need, I'll be no more trouble."

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

📌🌆Helluva Office Job🌆📌

A Starter for @arrapante-angelo and @ultio-angelus

Stolas was shocked to hear that Loona was the one who'd been using his grimoire all that time.

It came up late one evening after he and Blitz had been out to a very nice dinner, and came home, tipsy and happy. They were still working on the parameters of this whole "dating" thing after their rocky start and plenty of misunderstandings but that was what mattered. They were both trying, and lately, it seemed, they were succeeding.

When they stumbled in the door, they found their daughters, standing in the center of the foyer, surrounded by candles, around half of which were lit. Octavia was standing with Loona in the middle of it all, seemingly correcting the way Loona pointing at one of the candles. They were rapt in concentration on one of the nearest candles....an unlit one.

"Good evening, Ladies." He intoned. Both girls nearly jumped three feet in the air in surprise. "Anyone care to tell me why there's half a bonfire in the entry hall?"

"Shit sorry..." Loona began, but Octavia barreled right past her, throwing her arms around her dad in excitement.

"Dad Dad dad!" She hooted with glee. "Loona's got magic! Loona's got MAGIC, dad!!! Like us!! Look! Show them, Loon!!"

The owlet was practically vibrating with excitement and she ran back to Loona's side and pointed at the unlit candle. Loona looked back and forth between the two men nervously, then to Via, who nodded her encouragement. Then she focused on the candle. She squinted, seemingly struggling, then, a few moments later a sort of black shimmer appeared around it....and it lit itself! Via cheered. Stolas clapped his hands with glee. Loona looked shyly pleased with the praise.

The girls explained how Loona had been talking about how she was always the one to open portals for IMP cause she was just good at it...and Octavia decided to test her for magic power and...lol and behold....they'd been having little magic lessons for hours.

"Dad.... we've got to get her enrolled in a magic academy." Via insisted. "She's really really talented."

Stolas turned to the hellhound. Loona looked nervous. "I don't know..." She said. "I'd be the oldest one there I bet. And probably the only hellhound and people wouldn't take kindly to it. Besides I have work and....and those kinds of schools are really expensive...." Her eyes flicked to Blitz briefly. "I don't know if we could even afford that. And...."

Stolas lifted a claw and cut her off.

"But do you want to go?" He asked. After a second, she nodded. And that was that. There was nothing either of the fathers wouldn't do to make their girls happy.

She was enrolled at Via's school, so she'd have the protection of being with a princess. No one would harass her there. Stolas, without a second thought but with much hemming and hawing from Blitz, put up the money for her tuition. That only left her job.

"I can't just leave them with no one manning the phones and schedules!" She insisted a few weeks later, just before the semester began when Via and Stolas had swung by to drop off lunch at the IMP offices.

"So I'll do it."

Everyone looked at Stolas, bug eyed. "He only had eyes for Blitz. "I once said you'd make a great boss. I said I'd be honored to work for you. So....if you'll have me, I can cover the hours Loona is away at school during the semester. I'm sure it will be fun!"

And that's how Stolas came to be the temporary secretary.

The first day of his employment he showed up early, ever eager, and got the whole place looking nice. He made everyone coffee and had it sitting on their table waiting, and when the imps finally arrived they found him sitting at the front desk waiting for them cross legged in a very tight blouse and very small shorts, a tiny little cropped sweater vest and glasses that served no purpose whatsoever. It seemed his only reference for office wear had been pornography. He winked at Blitz over his useless glasses. Moxxie's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Welcome to IMP, how can I serve you today, Boss?"

[ultio-angelus]

Blitzø stares bug-eyed around the lobby area—it was practically a brand new place. Pitch black coffee emitting steam into the air, floor swept and shiny, air smelling of Stolas’ favorite flowers instead of sweat and desperation, and are—are those new plants? That aren’t dying already?

Truthfully, Blitz had been feeling especially dumpy lately—Loona had never been away from him for this long since he adopted her. It made him nervous and he spent many evenings pacing the floor and stopping himself from grabbing his crystal and spying to make sure she was safe. No, they would not be doing that, Stolas had been making sure of that.

He couldn’t help the sleepy smile he gave his now “boyfriend”—still really weird to say—the way he overthinks everything he has to do and goes above and beyond to be the best, was always nothing short of endearing and even inspirational to Blitzø. That smile morphed into a smirk as his gaze trailed down the owl prince’s outfit, soaking in every detail of his gorgeous frame, not being shy about it as he reaches for his mug of coffee.

“Morning, babe. A little eager, are we~?”

Blitz slaps Moxxie’s jaw with his tail as he passes him, effectively closing his maw before it began to attract flies.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas gave a delighted little wiggle in his chair at the effect he seemed to have on Blitz. And it was clear from the look on his face that he'd had quite the effect.

"I've never worked for such a delightful Boss before." He replied in faux innocence, batting his lashes at the imp. Then he cocked his head and his attempts at flirting all dropped at once, sexy faux innocence giving way to his natural slightly awkward naivete. "Actually I've never had ANY kind of job before!"

Millie had her coffee and was staring in amazement at the plug in air freshener that was making the whole room smell delicious. Moxxie had taken his and was looking in awe at a fully reorganized, color coded file cabinet of billing information.

"It's not a pit in here....." Millie mused.

"And it's so organized!" Moxxie added, sounding practically orgasmic. "Boss, can we please keep him forever?"

"Cause if I wasn't married and he wasn't gay I'd be in love!" Mille added.

They both looked at Blitz pleadingly. Stolas giggled happily and went back to putting billing notices in envelopes and sealing them with a custom IMP stamp he'd made.

Stolas was actually great at customer service. He handled the phones with grace. He was polite and charming, but firm. And he was meticulously organized. But he did take every passing opportunity to shoot Blitz flirty looks and bend over his desk enticingly with every paper he dropped off. Still Mox and Millie were more than willing to put up with it as long as he kept pouring fresh hazelnut coffee.

[ultio-angelus]

Blitzø closes his eyes and soaks in the compliments being given to his partner—a smug expression on his face.

“Duly noted, Mills. It’s not up to me whether he stays or goes though.” He directs his attention back to Stolas. “You have no idea what kinda clients come walkin’ up in here every day.”

He smiles to himself at Stolas’ giggle before hiding it behind his coffee mug. Damnit, how was he supposed to be his usual coy self with him around? This might be harder than he thought.

Blitz soaks in every flirtatious look and comment—having to run to the bathroom and splash himself with cold water after a particularly low bend in front of his desk practically flashed him. Holy hell, how was he gonna survive this?

When he returns from the bathroom, on the way to his office he sees a tall, lanky spider demon leaning slightly over the front desk, speaking to Stolas in hushed tones. He quirks a brow, unsure of who this was or when he showed up. And considering he had a scantily clad Goetia behind his desk, he naturally couldn’t help but feel a little jealous and tense.

[arrapante-angelo]

Motherfucking office had the gall to be on the bajillionth floor of a building with no working fucking elevator, Angel thought to himself grumpily. Stilettos were NOT made for stairs and he was going to be disheveled by the time he arrived. His least favorite thing to be. So, he paused outside the office door, straightening his hair and jacket and peeking in. All he could see was a desk, with some kind of bird demon sitting behind it. If he didn't know any better he'd say it was a Goetia....but that was impossible. They didn't have jobs. Still...he was pretty hot. Angel would definitely blow him for a discount.

He slammed open the front door.

"So, who do I talk to about getting a bitch killed." He proclaimed.

The bird demons eyes went wide with shock, then recognition and he started making excited hooting noises. There were two other imps who just looked....confused. So he instantly knew exactly what kind of porn they all watched.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw who it was. He was struck dumb for a moment. Eventually he managed to stammer out....

"You...you're Angel Dust!"

The taller demon stalked over and bent over his desk with a wink. Stolas turned pink.

"In the flesh." The spider said, running his hand through his chest fluff.

Stolas looked like he was going to faint as he squeaked out. "I love you work....I really identify with a lot of your roles...."

The spider laughed.

"Yeah ok. You the guy to talk to about the killings?"

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

🏜️🌌Unlikely Alliance🌌🏜️

A starter for @helluvaoutlaw

The crimson light of sunset blazed across the edge of the wrath ring illuminating the endless empty plains that marked the border of pride and wrath, casting everything in a dramatic bloody hue. It was beautiful, in a horrific way, and evoked a sense of lonely hopelessness. The lone figure, walking through the fields in that blood red light found it very fitting, that blood red loneliness. It suited his mood.

That single forlorn figure was none other than Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, Hell's own celestial prophet. He was far from his traditional domicile, his great celestial palace, filled with luxury and learning, and looked terribly out of place in the dusty plain in his billowing shirt, brocades clothes, and massive deep velvet cape studded with stars. But he was exactly where he wanted to be, as far away from any other soul in hell as he could be. He simply couldn't bear to be around anyone. Not tonight. Not on the first full moon since....he couldn't even think about it.

He sat on the edge of a sloping hill, staring into the setting sun, unblinkingly, letting it's light sear all four of his bright red eyes till he cried. How odd....he thought he didn't have a single tear left to shed...but here he was, crying again.

It felt good.

So there he sat, completely alone on the edge of the desert, relishing in his own tears as he cried over the loss of the one bright spot in his life.

[helluvaoutlaw]

Striker moved silently through the desert, his lithe form blending seamlessly with the shifting sands of the Wrath ring. He had spotted Stolas open a portal and step into the barren landscape, and now he followed him with the stealth of a predator stalking its prey.

The crimson light of sunset cast long shadows across the plains, creating the perfect cover for Striker as he trailed the Goetia.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Stolas, dressed in his ostentatious attire, wandered aimlessly, the extravagant brocade and velvet of his clothes looking absurd against the desolate backdrop.

Striker’s hatred burned with every step.

Here was Stolas, a Goetia prince, strolling through Wrath like he OWNED the fucking place!

The hitman's movements were precise, calculated, his tail rattling ever so softly with each shift of his weight, but not enough to give him away.

He could see the tension in Stolas’s posture, the way his shoulders sagged under some invisible burden. The prince’s four eyes were fixed on the horizon, unseeing, as if trying to find solace in the dying light of the sun.

Striker smirked at the irony.

The Goetia was as lost in his own sorrow as he was in these forsaken plains.

What a self-absorbed, spoiled prick.

For almost an hour, Striker shadowed Stolas, waiting for the perfect moment.

The desert was vast and empty, providing no refuge, no escape, no help for the prince.

The imp relished the thought of what was to come. The time was nearing. He could feel it in his bones, the thrill of the hunt reaching its peak.

With a final, silent step, Striker closed the distance, positioning himself directly behind Stolas, the angelic pistol in his hand aimed squarely at the back of the prince’s head.

"You've got some nerve showin' your feathery ass down here, Goetia..."

He hissed, his tail now rattling loud and threatening.

"But unfortunately for you, this is my territory. It's game over for ya, your highness."

Striker smirked, eyes wide and crazy, almost salivating as his finger caressed the trigger.

@princestolasofthearsgoetia

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas heard the click of the gun, but he didn't move. He didn't even flinch. He just stayed where he was, staring at the blazing setting sun as it slowly crept below the horizon. And when the Demon spoke, he knew immediately who it was.

"Oh hello." He greeted mildly. A death sentence and a bout of depression was no reason not to be polite after all.

So Stella still wanted him dead. No surprises there. But ....maybe she was right. She always had been the better Goetia. Maybe everything was just better off without him. He'd already sired the heir he was born to sire. Octavia was brilliant. She had the best of magic schooling, and was shaping up to be brighter than he ever was. And her life would be much more stable without two fighting parents. With him gone, Stella would be able to remarry. And his father wouldn't have to make excuses for his soft-hearted, soft-headded idiot of a son. He could install a leader he'd be proud of. Blitz had his crystal now. He would be fine. He might even find the whole thing amusing. There was no one around to miss him except his plants....and Via had been doing most of the caring for them lately anyway. He was a failure as a prince of hell. He'd tried for happiness, tried to do things differently and it had backfired.

Yes this probably was for the best.

"Well, I suppose you'd best get it over with." He said sadly. "You don't need to worry about anyone coming for me. No one is."

He kept his gaze on the sun as the last of its light slipped down beneath the horizon and the stars began to appear. At least he got to see his beloved stars one more time, his constant companions and only friends since childhood. They were the only ones with him in the end. It was fitting in a way. He fixed his eyes on the night sky and waited for the end.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

✨🌌Full Moon🌌✨

A starter for @ultio-angelus's Blitzo

Stolas knew everything there was to know about the moon. Its size, its weight, its movements in the sky. He knew exactly the wattage of light it reflected off the sun on any given night. So Stolas knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the moon wasn't shining any brighter this evening than it had on the night of every full moon since he'd began this accursed arrangement.

So why did it feel so bright? He felt the glow of moonlight following his every step as he paced his own bedroom, talons making a soft agitated clacking on the floor. It felt like a spotlight, beaming in through the colored panels of stained glass, illuminating a different insecurity with every brilliantly lit hue its light projected onto the floor.

He heard the great clock chime in the hall. The sound made him jump. Nine pm. It was time. Any moment now, Blitz would come scampering up over the railing of his balcony, despite being told time and time again that he was free to use the front door. The back door. The side door. Any door he chose really. But Blitz was stubborn like that. It was one of the things Stolas found so endearing about him, really. He never let anyone or their lousy opinons bully him into changing....well anything. Everything Blitz did he did his way, and wholeheartedly. He was brave and so oddly compassionate and stalwart and so handsome and oh SATAN he was down bad wasn't he? And if this was it....if Blitz never spoke to him again.....he began to wring his primary feathers in anxiety as he felt himself spiraling into a deep dark pit of anxiety that had him curled up in the freezer earlier that day.

No.

He cut off those trains of thought.

He couldn't do that. Not today. Today he had to do what was right. He had to make sure Blitz was safe...even if that meant losing the one man who'd even allowed Stolas to feel like himself.

He turned to the mirror, straightened himself up, fixed his hair, and adjusted the twisted ruffle at the bottom of one of his poet sleeved blouse. Paired with one of his simpler red waistcoats, it was a modest outfit, by his recent standards, but it fitted the way he wanted to present himself tonight; sincere.

Feeling slightly more put together and with the panic attack held at bay for the moment, Stolas made his way to the French doors that led out to his balcony, and with quiet resolve, he flung them open, stepping out of the mottled colors of the stained glass and into the cool, white, natural moonlight that bathed the whole balcony in a glow as bright as day. Any moment, the absolute love of his life would be coming over that white marble railing, likely for the last time. But he could do this. Whatever happened, he was ready. He would make this whole thing right by the light of this too bright full moon.

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitzø couldn’t help inhaling sharply when Stolas rubbed against him; the jolt of arousal that followed causing his eyelids to flutter in their surprised expression.

“Oh so it’s like that, huh~?”

There was a noticeable twitch in his nether region—yeah, he was down for this. He’d never fucked in a bathtub before, after all. His hand creeps up his feathered chest, up his neck until he’s grasped onto Stolas’ chin and jaw. Their faces were close as could be, breath mixing with the aromatic steam that surrounded their senses and enhanced the mood.

“You want me to fuck you right here, don’t ya? Fold you open and tear you apart~?”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

"Oh Blitzy! Yes!" He moaned, extatic, grabbing his lover's waist with one hand and letting the other begin to roam. "Yes I want you. I need you!"

There was nothing remotely subtle or dignified about Stolas's behavior when he was aroused. It was like the usually reserved and graceful owl was possessed by the spirit of an enraged pornstar. Or, more realistically, like he'd somehow made it to the age of thirty six years without having a single voluntary sexual experience, so had learned everything he knew about sex from reading trashy erotic novels. It was evident in the way he spoke and moved.

He arched up against his lover, practically grinding against him as he spread his long legs so wide that his legs were out of the massive tub, his knees bent over the side. He was practically moaning in ecstasy at the mere thought of Blitz touching him.

So not subtle.

And to top it off, whatever it was in his brain that snapped and allowed such an eloquent speaker to start spouting filth that would make Asmodeus blush had clearly just snapped, and filth began to pour forth from his beaked lips.

"Yes I want you to split me in two, my darling. I want you to thrust your massive cock inside of me and hold me down and fuck me raw. Tear me open! Cleave me in two with your cock and rail me till I'm absolutely broken. Then hold me down and ravage my throat till I'm choking on ropes of your cum. Tie me to the taps, bend me in two and force your fat cock head into my hole and fuck me so hard you bruise my hole! Stretch me open! Force your sack in there too! Fuck me so full of your cum that I'm leaking for days!"

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitz silences him by covering his mouth, letting out a soft but teasing hum.

“Shhhh-h-h-h. You had me at massive cock.”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Quiet was not one of Stolas's strong points in bed. It was, in fact, doubtful if he was even capable of anything less than 80 decibels where Blitz was concerned, but he nodded and did his very best to keep his mouth shut.

With Blitz's hands on him he only lasted 11.3 seconds before he was moaning loudly once more.

"Oh Blitzy, Darling." The hand that wasn't holding him close around the waist had slipped down between them to wrap around the base of Blitz's cock. "If you want me quiet you're going to have to shove something into my mouth."

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitzø bit his lip, cock twitching and growing with his arousal. He moves to kiss and bite Stolas’ neck, pressing closer until his hot-and-bothered self’s trapped throbbing in between their water slick bodies.

“Mmm, I don’t know….maybe I like…when you scream for me~”

His free hand presses firmly against Stolas’s inner thigh, slowly sliding further in until it was beginning to energy underwater. Blitz didn’t usually tease this much. Wasn’t usually so slow. The aggression feels….different. Trusting. Even more intimate. Blitzø knows this is more than a fuck and he’s allowing it to be noticeable.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous…~”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas was nodding eagerly along with Blitz's every word, all four bright red eyes fixed on him with a fervent, singleminded adoration.

"I'll scream for you." He moaned, tilting his head to allow Blitz access to his neck, as his arms wrapped around Blitz's shoulders, one hand against his back, one threading up between his spikes to rest tenderly at the base of one of his horns. "I will do anything you want me to. Anything for you. I'm yours, darling."

There was such a genuine affection in his words, such undeniable truth undercutting the desperate sexuality, and the air seemed to go completely still as Stolas's hand slid further and further up his thigh, ruffling through slick feathers. He felt like Blitz's fingers were trailing fire over his skin and when his hand reached the now engorged folds between Stolas's thighs, he arched and moaned:

"Blitz...I'm yours!"

They'd had sex before. Probably hundreds of times. But this was different. This felt different. He dropped his head so their foreheads touched and his talons dug gently, urgently, into Blitz's back keeping him close and when he spoke his voice was low and intimate and heartbreakingly earnest, unlike his usual babbling, but no less passionately desperate.

"I am yours, My Love. All of me. And I want so badly to please you."

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitzø could feel his cheeks darkening simply at how intimate this felt. He closed his eyes when their foreheads touched, allowing himself to get lost in the reactions of the owl prince under his grasp. Blitz’s hand is still working him like a puppet, massaging and probing in all the places he knew Stolas loved the most. His own low moans of arousal filled the room, hips slowly moving of their own accord to grind against Stolas’ torso.

Truthfully, he’s been pent up. He wants nothing more than to flip this bird on his stomach and ravish him; but right now, for once, it’s not really what he wanted. There was plenty of time for rugged sex, some other day. Doesn’t change how hard it is to restrain yourself in those moments of building foreplay.

“Shit….you’ve got me so fuckin’ hard right now, feathers….~”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

This was something new and unique. They both knew each other's bodies, that was clear from the ease with which Blitz stroked all the most sensitive spots inside of Stolas, playing the little noises he made like a piano, and from the way Stolas's hand circled Blitz's cock, pulling him in long, slow strokes timing the way his thumb curled over the head in time with Blitz's breath. But there was something unsure in their movements. Something tender and new, as if it was their first time all over again. Their kisses were tender, like they were both afraid to be burned by the searing heat building between them, and their touches alternated wildly between frantic and heated and almost reverently slow.

And they stayed that way for a while, re-exploring each other's pleasure, mouths traveling up and down each other's necks, and soft sighs mingling.

"Blitz?" Stolas gasped after a moment. "I'm getting close....and I would much rather come around you, My love."

[ultio-angelus]

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He didn’t need more permission than that.

Blitzø smirks as he closes the gap between them again, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. His hands scoop under Stolas’ slender thighs, lifting him effortlessly and lining himself up correctly. He moves back to the man’s neck, biting and kissing as the imp begins to push his way inside; moans gruff and muffled through wet feathers.

“Oohhh, fuck….you always feel so fuckin’ good~”

Blitzø waits for Stolas to adjust to his size, fingers gripping tighter to the other’s thighs. God, he could hardly contain himself. But he didn’t want to hurt the Goetia.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

The soft hoot that escaped Stolas's mouth as Blitz slowly pressed into him sounded somewhere between completely blissed out and relieved. This was exactly what he'd needed. The exquisite straining pleasure of Blitz inside of him was, as far as he was concerned, the most amazing feeling in the world, and he wrapped his long legs around Blitz's waist, pulling him in deeper.

Before Blitz had crashed into his life trying to steal his grimoire, being taken like this was a pleasure Stolas had only idly fantasized about. It featured heavily in his novels....and in porn, but in reality, he'd never so much as seen a cock, let alone seriously entertained the idea and logistics of having one inside of him. He was an Ars Goetia. They didn't have that sort of anatomy. And furthermore he wasn't supposed to want that. He was supposed to want others of his kind with their neat, discrete genitalia and ways of copulating. But from the moment Blitz had climbed on top of him and pressed inside of him the first time, he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted that enormously full feeling that nothing else could satisfy. He also was definitely completely and entirely gay.

"Blitz! Oh God that's good, Darling! Yes!" He moaned, ankles tucking against Blitz's ass, encouraging him to move.

[ultio-angelus]

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Upon being given consent he begins to thrust—the water working against him slightly. It’s a full body effort for Blitzø to keep momentum, but it’s not a noticeable struggle from an outside perspective.

His hands are now cupping Stolas’ ass to pull him closer, mumbling words of affirmation (partially to the both of them) as he felt his abdomen twisting into a tighter and tighter knot.

“I’m already close….”

There’s a hint of embarrassment to his tone—he isn’t usually this quick to finish. That pent up feeling mixed with his own emotional exhaustion would all work against him in this moment, and could only hope Stolas doesn’t feel disappointed by the quick bathtub bang out.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas was clinging to him, kissing any part of him he could reach, rocking his hips up with Blitz's rhythm, trying to drive him deeper. It was absolutely glorious. The water was sloshing around, spilling everywhere, exaggerating their movements and eventually deepening and lengthening their thrusts. When Blitz finally said he was closer, Stolas braced himself against the taps, trembling with need and anticipation and pure pleasure.

"Oh please! Come in me, Blitz!" He begged. And not but moments after he said it, he flung his head back with a desperate cry, thrust his hips up forcefully, and came.

He came hard.

He was gasping, half sobbing, and clinging to blitz with his thighs. His slight cloacal protuberance swelled and throbbed aggressively against Blitz's balls as he pulled him in as deep as he could. The hand that was bracing him against the taps slammed against the tile so hard one tile cracked.

Then the owl collapsed back, panting, sated, and seemingly boneless.

[ultio-angelus]

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They very much finished at the same time, to the delight of them both. With the way Stolas’ anatomy pulled him in all the way to the base, there was no stopping it, even if he wanted to.

Blitzø’s moans intermingled with the other’s, deep and smooth, letting the pleasure of his rekindled lover guide him through his orgasm.

“Oh, f-fuck….fuck, I’m cumming….~”

His words fall into a mess of pants and moans, filling Stolas to the brim as he was held in place. The imp could feel the muscles contracting and squeezing around him, coaxing more from him until he felt drained dry. Blitz collapses onto the other’s shoulder, not yet pulling out—not even sure if he could yet.

“Holy shit…..”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

They lay like that for some time, completely relaxed in each others arms. Stolas's eyes were closed, and he hummed idly, a low, happy sound that vibrated through the chest feathers his Blitz was collapsed against. At some point, his hand found it's way onto the backs of Blitz's head and began stroking the soft bits of skin at the base of his horns. Eventually, they both shifted enough that Blitz's now soft cock slipped free of Stolas's hole, and he did let out a little coo of disappointment at that, but it didn't last long. He was too happy, floating in the warm water with Blitz cuddled up on his chest.

Eventually, though, the water started to cool, and he knew he'd have to get out or risk than chill coming back. He sighed and gently shifted Blitz.

"Darling.....we need to shower off after our bath!" He hooted in amusement, pecking lightly at Blitz's cheek. "Thats certainly a first. I've never had the kind of bath one needs to shower off after!"

With one clawed foot, he grabbed the plug and let the water out of the tub, gently shifting them both to a standing position and drawing a golden showerhead down from high above. He methodically rinsed them both down, cleaning off soap bubbles and cum alike, humming a meandering tune, and still moving rather like a fucked out boneless jellyfish rather than a bird. When he was done, he wrapped himself in a massive towel, and offered Blitz the other.

[ultio-angelus]

“Never had this kinda bath? Not once?”

That shouldn’t be too surprising to him but he still chuckles a bit as he takes his hand; slight blush painting his cheeks while they both rise to finish their shower. Blitz is reluctant to take his hands off of the prince as he rinses them both off, fiery red skin contrasted against his dark, slender hip.

Blitzø sighs his relaxation under the spray of the hot water, smiling with his head tilted to take the shower spray full-on. The rushing water muted his surroundings momentarily and he nearly, briefly forgets his place in reality.

Wordlessly he takes Stolas’ hips with both hands, stepping out from the water to embrace the other in a hug. Fucking hell, he really was down bad in his own way.

He accepts the towel when they were done, quickly drying his chest and horns before wrapping the rest of it around his waist. Even if he wanted to keep the whole of his torso warm his spines prevented that quite successfully (many towels have been wrecked in the process of discovery).

The imp admires how Stolas looks in his towel and takes a moment to mentally appreciate just how soft and comfortable he was.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas was seated at his dressing table, swiftly working his series of oils and pomades through his feathers to prevent them from drying out after soaking in hot water like that. Their satiny texture did NOT come naturally, and the last thing he wanted was to come off all frizzy and fluffy all over from not taking care of himself. Besides, looking in the mirror gave him a chance to just kind of idly watch Blitz dry himself off and poke around the bathroom while the imp wasn't quite so conscious of being watched.

Blitz was smiling. It was a small, private, contented smile that Stolas had never seen before, and he was transfixed by the little expression. Blitz looked...happy. Not tense, not performative, but actually inwardly happy, and Stolas felt quite the sense of satisfaction, thinking he was capable of helping bring Blitz some of that much needed peace. He wanted to give him everything, make him so happy, but Blitz was guarded and it was often hard to get behind the wall and see what was going on but now here he was, smiling gently in Stolas's bathroom in nothing but a towel looking relaxed at last.

It certainly felt like a victory.

But Stolas was starting to get a bit chilly. So he stood from the mirror, sadly shattering the quiet contentment as he grabbed his robe and shrugged it on. He began rummaging in his closet for something for Blitz to put on...but was being foiled by their size difference.

"I have always said you should keep some clothes here for after sex...." He muttered, picking up a shirt that was going to be more like a dress on Blitz, but probably also too tight on him, and quickly rejecting it. "Maybe you'll be more amenable to that idea now? Since....well.....since we are......."

He paused, cocking his head, concerned. He didn't know what they were. What Blitz would want to call this, and he began to panic a bit.

[ultio-angelus]

Were they dating? They certainly had enough experience together already to determine whether they’d make that call or not. Was there really any reason to wait?

“What do you want us to be?”

Blitzø drops his towel before approaching, not wanting to get Stolas’ new robe wet with old water. He wraps his arms around his neck, pressing his body against his back to hug him from behind.

“Labels don’t mean that much to me. You can call me whatever you wanna, either way, we’re together now~”

Blitzø trails kisses along the back of his head, down the back of his neck, across his shoulder.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Stolas. I promise.”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas turned his head a whole 180 degrees to smile at Blitz behind him, then bent to drop a kiss to his forehead, still rummaging through his wardrobe all the while.

"I...I know. I believe that. But it still doesn't solve the problem of what to say. It seems silly to say "Boyfriend." I got married a week after my 18th birthday. Even as a child I never had a boyfriend. But lover....isn't that sort of all about sex? And no matter how good you are in bed, and you are amazing in bed, I think we're trying to be more than that. Now friend doesn't even begin to cover it....and partner sounds like we're opening a business...."

Stolas chattered on about various titles, but it wasn't important. He was more interested in nuzzling back against the demon behind him, enjoying the warmth of his skin, till finally he exclaimed as he pulled something out of the wardrobe. He spun around in Blitz's hold and held out a cropped black halter top that would fit blitz like a normal shirt but leave his spikes free, and a pair of itsy bitsy teeny tiny ultra short fean shorts....that would likely fit blitz more like basketball shorts.

"Will these do? Your clothes are quite muddy, and as much as I'd like to see you in absolutely nothing till they're clean...I feel our daughters might object."

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

📌🌆Helluva Office Job🌆📌

A Starter for @arrapante-angelo and @ultio-angelus

Stolas was shocked to hear that Loona was the one who'd been using his grimoire all that time.

It came up late one evening after he and Blitz had been out to a very nice dinner, and came home, tipsy and happy. They were still working on the parameters of this whole "dating" thing after their rocky start and plenty of misunderstandings but that was what mattered. They were both trying, and lately, it seemed, they were succeeding.

When they stumbled in the door, they found their daughters, standing in the center of the foyer, surrounded by candles, around half of which were lit. Octavia was standing with Loona in the middle of it all, seemingly correcting the way Loona pointing at one of the candles. They were rapt in concentration on one of the nearest candles....an unlit one.

"Good evening, Ladies." He intoned. Both girls nearly jumped three feet in the air in surprise. "Anyone care to tell me why there's half a bonfire in the entry hall?"

"Shit sorry..." Loona began, but Octavia barreled right past her, throwing her arms around her dad in excitement.

"Dad Dad dad!" She hooted with glee. "Loona's got magic! Loona's got MAGIC, dad!!! Like us!! Look! Show them, Loon!!"

The owlet was practically vibrating with excitement and she ran back to Loona's side and pointed at the unlit candle. Loona looked back and forth between the two men nervously, then to Via, who nodded her encouragement. Then she focused on the candle. She squinted, seemingly struggling, then, a few moments later a sort of black shimmer appeared around it....and it lit itself! Via cheered. Stolas clapped his hands with glee. Loona looked shyly pleased with the praise.

The girls explained how Loona had been talking about how she was always the one to open portals for IMP cause she was just good at it...and Octavia decided to test her for magic power and...lol and behold....they'd been having little magic lessons for hours.

"Dad.... we've got to get her enrolled in a magic academy." Via insisted. "She's really really talented."

Stolas turned to the hellhound. Loona looked nervous. "I don't know..." She said. "I'd be the oldest one there I bet. And probably the only hellhound and people wouldn't take kindly to it. Besides I have work and....and those kinds of schools are really expensive...." Her eyes flicked to Blitz briefly. "I don't know if we could even afford that. And...."

Stolas lifted a claw and cut her off.

"But do you want to go?" He asked. After a second, she nodded. And that was that. There was nothing either of the fathers wouldn't do to make their girls happy.

She was enrolled at Via's school, so she'd have the protection of being with a princess. No one would harass her there. Stolas, without a second thought but with much hemming and hawing from Blitz, put up the money for her tuition. That only left her job.

"I can't just leave them with no one manning the phones and schedules!" She insisted a few weeks later, just before the semester began when Via and Stolas had swung by to drop off lunch at the IMP offices.

"So I'll do it."

Everyone looked at Stolas, bug eyed. "He only had eyes for Blitz. "I once said you'd make a great boss. I said I'd be honored to work for you. So....if you'll have me, I can cover the hours Loona is away at school during the semester. I'm sure it will be fun!"

And that's how Stolas came to be the temporary secretary.

The first day of his employment he showed up early, ever eager, and got the whole place looking nice. He made everyone coffee and had it sitting on their table waiting, and when the imps finally arrived they found him sitting at the front desk waiting for them cross legged in a very tight blouse and very small shorts, a tiny little cropped sweater vest and glasses that served no purpose whatsoever. It seemed his only reference for office wear had been pornography. He winked at Blitz over his useless glasses. Moxxie's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Welcome to IMP, how can I serve you today, Boss?"

[ultio-angelus]

Blitzø stares bug-eyed around the lobby area—it was practically a brand new place. Pitch black coffee emitting steam into the air, floor swept and shiny, air smelling of Stolas’ favorite flowers instead of sweat and desperation, and are—are those new plants? That aren’t dying already?

Truthfully, Blitz had been feeling especially dumpy lately—Loona had never been away from him for this long since he adopted her. It made him nervous and he spent many evenings pacing the floor and stopping himself from grabbing his crystal and spying to make sure she was safe. No, they would not be doing that, Stolas had been making sure of that.

He couldn’t help the sleepy smile he gave his now “boyfriend”—still really weird to say—the way he overthinks everything he has to do and goes above and beyond to be the best, was always nothing short of endearing and even inspirational to Blitzø. That smile morphed into a smirk as his gaze trailed down the owl prince’s outfit, soaking in every detail of his gorgeous frame, not being shy about it as he reaches for his mug of coffee.

“Morning, babe. A little eager, are we~?”

Blitz slaps Moxxie’s jaw with his tail as he passes him, effectively closing his maw before it began to attract flies.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas gave a delighted little wiggle in his chair at the effect he seemed to have on Blitz. And it was clear from the look on his face that he'd had quite the effect.

"I've never worked for such a delightful Boss before." He replied in faux innocence, batting his lashes at the imp. Then he cocked his head and his attempts at flirting all dropped at once, sexy faux innocence giving way to his natural slightly awkward naivete. "Actually I've never had ANY kind of job before!"

Millie had her coffee and was staring in amazement at the plug in air freshener that was making the whole room smell delicious. Moxxie had taken his and was looking in awe at a fully reorganized, color coded file cabinet of billing information.

"It's not a pit in here....." Millie mused.

"And it's so organized!" Moxxie added, sounding practically orgasmic. "Boss, can we please keep him forever?"

"Cause if I wasn't married and he wasn't gay I'd be in love!" Mille added.

They both looked at Blitz pleadingly. Stolas giggled happily and went back to putting billing notices in envelopes and sealing them with a custom IMP stamp he'd made.

Stolas was actually great at customer service. He handled the phones with grace. He was polite and charming, but firm. And he was meticulously organized. But he did take every passing opportunity to shoot Blitz flirty looks and bend over his desk enticingly with every paper he dropped off. Still Mox and Millie were more than willing to put up with it as long as he kept pouring fresh hazelnut coffee.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

✨🌌Full Moon🌌✨

A starter for @ultio-angelus's Blitzo

Stolas knew everything there was to know about the moon. Its size, its weight, its movements in the sky. He knew exactly the wattage of light it reflected off the sun on any given night. So Stolas knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the moon wasn't shining any brighter this evening than it had on the night of every full moon since he'd began this accursed arrangement.

So why did it feel so bright? He felt the glow of moonlight following his every step as he paced his own bedroom, talons making a soft agitated clacking on the floor. It felt like a spotlight, beaming in through the colored panels of stained glass, illuminating a different insecurity with every brilliantly lit hue its light projected onto the floor.

He heard the great clock chime in the hall. The sound made him jump. Nine pm. It was time. Any moment now, Blitz would come scampering up over the railing of his balcony, despite being told time and time again that he was free to use the front door. The back door. The side door. Any door he chose really. But Blitz was stubborn like that. It was one of the things Stolas found so endearing about him, really. He never let anyone or their lousy opinons bully him into changing....well anything. Everything Blitz did he did his way, and wholeheartedly. He was brave and so oddly compassionate and stalwart and so handsome and oh SATAN he was down bad wasn't he? And if this was it....if Blitz never spoke to him again.....he began to wring his primary feathers in anxiety as he felt himself spiraling into a deep dark pit of anxiety that had him curled up in the freezer earlier that day.

No.

He cut off those trains of thought.

He couldn't do that. Not today. Today he had to do what was right. He had to make sure Blitz was safe...even if that meant losing the one man who'd even allowed Stolas to feel like himself.

He turned to the mirror, straightened himself up, fixed his hair, and adjusted the twisted ruffle at the bottom of one of his poet sleeved blouse. Paired with one of his simpler red waistcoats, it was a modest outfit, by his recent standards, but it fitted the way he wanted to present himself tonight; sincere.

Feeling slightly more put together and with the panic attack held at bay for the moment, Stolas made his way to the French doors that led out to his balcony, and with quiet resolve, he flung them open, stepping out of the mottled colors of the stained glass and into the cool, white, natural moonlight that bathed the whole balcony in a glow as bright as day. Any moment, the absolute love of his life would be coming over that white marble railing, likely for the last time. But he could do this. Whatever happened, he was ready. He would make this whole thing right by the light of this too bright full moon.

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitzø couldn’t help inhaling sharply when Stolas rubbed against him; the jolt of arousal that followed causing his eyelids to flutter in their surprised expression.

“Oh so it’s like that, huh~?”

There was a noticeable twitch in his nether region—yeah, he was down for this. He’d never fucked in a bathtub before, after all. His hand creeps up his feathered chest, up his neck until he’s grasped onto Stolas’ chin and jaw. Their faces were close as could be, breath mixing with the aromatic steam that surrounded their senses and enhanced the mood.

“You want me to fuck you right here, don’t ya? Fold you open and tear you apart~?”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

"Oh Blitzy! Yes!" He moaned, extatic, grabbing his lover's waist with one hand and letting the other begin to roam. "Yes I want you. I need you!"

There was nothing remotely subtle or dignified about Stolas's behavior when he was aroused. It was like the usually reserved and graceful owl was possessed by the spirit of an enraged pornstar. Or, more realistically, like he'd somehow made it to the age of thirty six years without having a single voluntary sexual experience, so had learned everything he knew about sex from reading trashy erotic novels. It was evident in the way he spoke and moved.

He arched up against his lover, practically grinding against him as he spread his long legs so wide that his legs were out of the massive tub, his knees bent over the side. He was practically moaning in ecstasy at the mere thought of Blitz touching him.

So not subtle.

And to top it off, whatever it was in his brain that snapped and allowed such an eloquent speaker to start spouting filth that would make Asmodeus blush had clearly just snapped, and filth began to pour forth from his beaked lips.

"Yes I want you to split me in two, my darling. I want you to thrust your massive cock inside of me and hold me down and fuck me raw. Tear me open! Cleave me in two with your cock and rail me till I'm absolutely broken. Then hold me down and ravage my throat till I'm choking on ropes of your cum. Tie me to the taps, bend me in two and force your fat cock head into my hole and fuck me so hard you bruise my hole! Stretch me open! Force your sack in there too! Fuck me so full of your cum that I'm leaking for days!"

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitz silences him by covering his mouth, letting out a soft but teasing hum.

“Shhhh-h-h-h. You had me at massive cock.”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Quiet was not one of Stolas's strong points in bed. It was, in fact, doubtful if he was even capable of anything less than 80 decibels where Blitz was concerned, but he nodded and did his very best to keep his mouth shut.

With Blitz's hands on him he only lasted 11.3 seconds before he was moaning loudly once more.

"Oh Blitzy, Darling." The hand that wasn't holding him close around the waist had slipped down between them to wrap around the base of Blitz's cock. "If you want me quiet you're going to have to shove something into my mouth."

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitzø bit his lip, cock twitching and growing with his arousal. He moves to kiss and bite Stolas’ neck, pressing closer until his hot-and-bothered self’s trapped throbbing in between their water slick bodies.

“Mmm, I don’t know….maybe I like…when you scream for me~”

His free hand presses firmly against Stolas’s inner thigh, slowly sliding further in until it was beginning to energy underwater. Blitz didn’t usually tease this much. Wasn’t usually so slow. The aggression feels….different. Trusting. Even more intimate. Blitzø knows this is more than a fuck and he’s allowing it to be noticeable.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous…~”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas was nodding eagerly along with Blitz's every word, all four bright red eyes fixed on him with a fervent, singleminded adoration.

"I'll scream for you." He moaned, tilting his head to allow Blitz access to his neck, as his arms wrapped around Blitz's shoulders, one hand against his back, one threading up between his spikes to rest tenderly at the base of one of his horns. "I will do anything you want me to. Anything for you. I'm yours, darling."

There was such a genuine affection in his words, such undeniable truth undercutting the desperate sexuality, and the air seemed to go completely still as Stolas's hand slid further and further up his thigh, ruffling through slick feathers. He felt like Blitz's fingers were trailing fire over his skin and when his hand reached the now engorged folds between Stolas's thighs, he arched and moaned:

"Blitz...I'm yours!"

They'd had sex before. Probably hundreds of times. But this was different. This felt different. He dropped his head so their foreheads touched and his talons dug gently, urgently, into Blitz's back keeping him close and when he spoke his voice was low and intimate and heartbreakingly earnest, unlike his usual babbling, but no less passionately desperate.

"I am yours, My Love. All of me. And I want so badly to please you."

[ultio-angelus]

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Blitzø could feel his cheeks darkening simply at how intimate this felt. He closed his eyes when their foreheads touched, allowing himself to get lost in the reactions of the owl prince under his grasp. Blitz’s hand is still working him like a puppet, massaging and probing in all the places he knew Stolas loved the most. His own low moans of arousal filled the room, hips slowly moving of their own accord to grind against Stolas’ torso.

Truthfully, he’s been pent up. He wants nothing more than to flip this bird on his stomach and ravish him; but right now, for once, it’s not really what he wanted. There was plenty of time for rugged sex, some other day. Doesn’t change how hard it is to restrain yourself in those moments of building foreplay.

“Shit….you’ve got me so fuckin’ hard right now, feathers….~”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

This was something new and unique. They both knew each other's bodies, that was clear from the ease with which Blitz stroked all the most sensitive spots inside of Stolas, playing the little noises he made like a piano, and from the way Stolas's hand circled Blitz's cock, pulling him in long, slow strokes timing the way his thumb curled over the head in time with Blitz's breath. But there was something unsure in their movements. Something tender and new, as if it was their first time all over again. Their kisses were tender, like they were both afraid to be burned by the searing heat building between them, and their touches alternated wildly between frantic and heated and almost reverently slow.

And they stayed that way for a while, re-exploring each other's pleasure, mouths traveling up and down each other's necks, and soft sighs mingling.

"Blitz?" Stolas gasped after a moment. "I'm getting close....and I would much rather come around you, My love."

[ultio-angelus]

.

He didn’t need more permission than that.

Blitzø smirks as he closes the gap between them again, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. His hands scoop under Stolas’ slender thighs, lifting him effortlessly and lining himself up correctly. He moves back to the man’s neck, biting and kissing as the imp begins to push his way inside; moans gruff and muffled through wet feathers.

“Oohhh, fuck….you always feel so fuckin’ good~”

Blitzø waits for Stolas to adjust to his size, fingers gripping tighter to the other’s thighs. God, he could hardly contain himself. But he didn’t want to hurt the Goetia.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

The soft hoot that escaped Stolas's mouth as Blitz slowly pressed into him sounded somewhere between completely blissed out and relieved. This was exactly what he'd needed. The exquisite straining pleasure of Blitz inside of him was, as far as he was concerned, the most amazing feeling in the world, and he wrapped his long legs around Blitz's waist, pulling him in deeper.

Before Blitz had crashed into his life trying to steal his grimoire, being taken like this was a pleasure Stolas had only idly fantasized about. It featured heavily in his novels....and in porn, but in reality, he'd never so much as seen a cock, let alone seriously entertained the idea and logistics of having one inside of him. He was an Ars Goetia. They didn't have that sort of anatomy. And furthermore he wasn't supposed to want that. He was supposed to want others of his kind with their neat, discrete genitalia and ways of copulating. But from the moment Blitz had climbed on top of him and pressed inside of him the first time, he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted that enormously full feeling that nothing else could satisfy. He also was definitely completely and entirely gay.

"Blitz! Oh God that's good, Darling! Yes!" He moaned, ankles tucking against Blitz's ass, encouraging him to move.

[ultio-angelus]

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Upon being given consent he begins to thrust—the water working against him slightly. It’s a full body effort for Blitzø to keep momentum, but it’s not a noticeable struggle from an outside perspective.

His hands are now cupping Stolas’ ass to pull him closer, mumbling words of affirmation (partially to the both of them) as he felt his abdomen twisting into a tighter and tighter knot.

“I’m already close….”

There’s a hint of embarrassment to his tone—he isn’t usually this quick to finish. That pent up feeling mixed with his own emotional exhaustion would all work against him in this moment, and could only hope Stolas doesn’t feel disappointed by the quick bathtub bang out.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas was clinging to him, kissing any part of him he could reach, rocking his hips up with Blitz's rhythm, trying to drive him deeper. It was absolutely glorious. The water was sloshing around, spilling everywhere, exaggerating their movements and eventually deepening and lengthening their thrusts. When Blitz finally said he was closer, Stolas braced himself against the taps, trembling with need and anticipation and pure pleasure.

"Oh please! Come in me, Blitz!" He begged. And not but moments after he said it, he flung his head back with a desperate cry, thrust his hips up forcefully, and came.

He came hard.

He was gasping, half sobbing, and clinging to blitz with his thighs. His slight cloacal protuberance swelled and throbbed aggressively against Blitz's balls as he pulled him in as deep as he could. The hand that was bracing him against the taps slammed against the tile so hard one tile cracked.

Then the owl collapsed back, panting, sated, and seemingly boneless.

[ultio-angelus]

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They very much finished at the same time, to the delight of them both. With the way Stolas’ anatomy pulled him in all the way to the base, there was no stopping it, even if he wanted to.

Blitzø’s moans intermingled with the other’s, deep and smooth, letting the pleasure of his rekindled lover guide him through his orgasm.

“Oh, f-fuck….fuck, I’m cumming….~”

His words fall into a mess of pants and moans, filling Stolas to the brim as he was held in place. The imp could feel the muscles contracting and squeezing around him, coaxing more from him until he felt drained dry. Blitz collapses onto the other’s shoulder, not yet pulling out—not even sure if he could yet.

“Holy shit…..”

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

They lay like that for some time, completely relaxed in each others arms. Stolas's eyes were closed, and he hummed idly, a low, happy sound that vibrated through the chest feathers his Blitz was collapsed against. At some point, his hand found it's way onto the backs of Blitz's head and began stroking the soft bits of skin at the base of his horns. Eventually, they both shifted enough that Blitz's now soft cock slipped free of Stolas's hole, and he did let out a little coo of disappointment at that, but it didn't last long. He was too happy, floating in the warm water with Blitz cuddled up on his chest.

Eventually, though, the water started to cool, and he knew he'd have to get out or risk than chill coming back. He sighed and gently shifted Blitz.

"Darling.....we need to shower off after our bath!" He hooted in amusement, pecking lightly at Blitz's cheek. "Thats certainly a first. I've never had the kind of bath one needs to shower off after!"

With one clawed foot, he grabbed the plug and let the water out of the tub, gently shifting them both to a standing position and drawing a golden showerhead down from high above. He methodically rinsed them both down, cleaning off soap bubbles and cum alike, humming a meandering tune, and still moving rather like a fucked out boneless jellyfish rather than a bird. When he was done, he wrapped himself in a massive towel, and offered Blitz the other.

[ultio-angelus]

“Never had this kinda bath? Not once?”

That shouldn’t be too surprising to him but he still chuckles a bit as he takes his hand; slight blush painting his cheeks while they both rise to finish their shower. Blitz is reluctant to take his hands off of the prince as he rinses them both off, fiery red skin contrasted against his dark, slender hip.

Blitzø sighs his relaxation under the spray of the hot water, smiling with his head tilted to take the shower spray full-on. The rushing water muted his surroundings momentarily and he nearly, briefly forgets his place in reality.

Wordlessly he takes Stolas’ hips with both hands, stepping out from the water to embrace the other in a hug. Fucking hell, he really was down bad in his own way.

He accepts the towel when they were done, quickly drying his chest and horns before wrapping the rest of it around his waist. Even if he wanted to keep the whole of his torso warm his spines prevented that quite successfully (many towels have been wrecked in the process of discovery).

The imp admires how Stolas looks in his towel and takes a moment to mentally appreciate just how soft and comfortable he was.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

Stolas was seated at his dressing table, swiftly working his series of oils and pomades through his feathers to prevent them from drying out after soaking in hot water like that. Their satiny texture did NOT come naturally, and the last thing he wanted was to come off all frizzy and fluffy all over from not taking care of himself. Besides, looking in the mirror gave him a chance to just kind of idly watch Blitz dry himself off and poke around the bathroom while the imp wasn't quite so conscious of being watched.

Blitz was smiling. It was a small, private, contented smile that Stolas had never seen before, and he was transfixed by the little expression. Blitz looked...happy. Not tense, not performative, but actually inwardly happy, and Stolas felt quite the sense of satisfaction, thinking he was capable of helping bring Blitz some of that much needed peace. He wanted to give him everything, make him so happy, but Blitz was guarded and it was often hard to get behind the wall and see what was going on but now here he was, smiling gently in Stolas's bathroom in nothing but a towel looking relaxed at last.

It certainly felt like a victory.

But Stolas was starting to get a bit chilly. So he stood from the mirror, sadly shattering the quiet contentment as he grabbed his robe and shrugged it on. He began rummaging in his closet for something for Blitz to put on...but was being foiled by their size difference.

"I have always said you should keep some clothes here for after sex...." He muttered, picking up a shirt that was going to be more like a dress on Blitz, but probably also too tight on him, and quickly rejecting it. "Maybe you'll be more amenable to that idea now? Since....well.....since we are......."

He paused, cocking his head, concerned. He didn't know what they were. What Blitz would want to call this, and he began to panic a bit.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

🏜️🌌Unlikely Alliance🌌🏜️

A starter for @helluvaoutlaw

The crimson light of sunset blazed across the edge of the wrath ring illuminating the endless empty plains that marked the border of pride and wrath, casting everything in a dramatic bloody hue. It was beautiful, in a horrific way, and evoked a sense of lonely hopelessness. The lone figure, walking through the fields in that blood red light found it very fitting, that blood red loneliness. It suited his mood.

That single forlorn figure was none other than Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, Hell's own celestial prophet. He was far from his traditional domicile, his great celestial palace, filled with luxury and learning, and looked terribly out of place in the dusty plain in his billowing shirt, brocades clothes, and massive deep velvet cape studded with stars. But he was exactly where he wanted to be, as far away from any other soul in hell as he could be. He simply couldn't bear to be around anyone. Not tonight. Not on the first full moon since....he couldn't even think about it.

He sat on the edge of a sloping hill, staring into the setting sun, unblinkingly, letting it's light sear all four of his bright red eyes till he cried. How odd....he thought he didn't have a single tear left to shed...but here he was, crying again.

It felt good.

So there he sat, completely alone on the edge of the desert, relishing in his own tears as he cried over the loss of the one bright spot in his life.

[princestolasofthearsgoetia]

📌🌆Helluva Office Job🌆📌

A Starter for @arrapante-angelo and @ultio-angelus

Stolas was shocked to hear that Loona was the one who'd been using his grimoire all that time.

It came up late one evening after he and Blitz had been out to a very nice dinner, and came home, tipsy and happy. They were still working on the parameters of this whole "dating" thing after their rocky start and plenty of misunderstandings but that was what mattered. They were both trying, and lately, it seemed, they were succeeding.

When they stumbled in the door, they found their daughters, standing in the center of the foyer, surrounded by candles, around half of which were lit. Octavia was standing with Loona in the middle of it all, seemingly correcting the way Loona pointing at one of the candles. They were rapt in concentration on one of the nearest candles....an unlit one.

"Good evening, Ladies." He intoned. Both girls nearly jumped three feet in the air in surprise. "Anyone care to tell me why there's half a bonfire in the entry hall?"

"Shit sorry..." Loona began, but Octavia barreled right past her, throwing her arms around her dad in excitement.

"Dad Dad dad!" She hooted with glee. "Loona's got magic! Loona's got MAGIC, dad!!! Like us!! Look! Show them, Loon!!"

The owlet was practically vibrating with excitement and she ran back to Loona's side and pointed at the unlit candle. Loona looked back and forth between the two men nervously, then to Via, who nodded her encouragement. Then she focused on the candle. She squinted, seemingly struggling, then, a few moments later a sort of black shimmer appeared around it....and it lit itself! Via cheered. Stolas clapped his hands with glee. Loona looked shyly pleased with the praise.

The girls explained how Loona had been talking about how she was always the one to open portals for IMP cause she was just good at it...and Octavia decided to test her for magic power and...lol and behold....they'd been having little magic lessons for hours.

"Dad.... we've got to get her enrolled in a magic academy." Via insisted. "She's really really talented."

Stolas turned to the hellhound. Loona looked nervous. "I don't know..." She said. "I'd be the oldest one there I bet. And probably the only hellhound and people wouldn't take kindly to it. Besides I have work and....and those kinds of schools are really expensive...." Her eyes flicked to Blitz briefly. "I don't know if we could even afford that. And...."

Stolas lifted a claw and cut her off.

"But do you want to go?" He asked. After a second, she nodded. And that was that. There was nothing either of the fathers wouldn't do to make their girls happy.

She was enrolled at Via's school, so she'd have the protection of being with a princess. No one would harass her there. Stolas, without a second thought but with much hemming and hawing from Blitz, put up the money for her tuition. That only left her job.

"I can't just leave them with no one manning the phones and schedules!" She insisted a few weeks later, just before the semester began when Via and Stolas had swung by to drop off lunch at the IMP offices.

"So I'll do it."

Everyone looked at Stolas, bug eyed. "He only had eyes for Blitz. "I once said you'd make a great boss. I said I'd be honored to work for you. So....if you'll have me, I can cover the hours Loona is away at school during the semester. I'm sure it will be fun!"

And that's how Stolas came to be the temporary secretary.

The first day of his employment he showed up early, ever eager, and got the whole place looking nice. He made everyone coffee and had it sitting on their table waiting, and when the imps finally arrived they found him sitting at the front desk waiting for them cross legged in a very tight blouse and very small shorts, a tiny little cropped sweater vest and glasses that served no purpose whatsoever. It seemed his only reference for office wear had been pornography. He winked at Blitz over his useless glasses. Moxxie's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Welcome to IMP, how can I serve you today, Boss?"