The Pain Of Loss

Chapter 1

The full moon had passed and Blitzo was no longer with him. It was foolish of Stolas to even think that Blitzo would stay with him after the deed was done. Then again Stolas had learned he was incredibly foolish in many ways. He had realized due to Blitzo's comment that Stolas was the one with all the power in the relationship. If you could even call it that.

Blitzo was just an "impish little plaything", as Stolas had referred to him. He regretted that. But he really couldn't do much about the past. His job was to focus on the future and he couldn't even do that right. As cliché as it was, Stolas couldn't see a future without his daughter and Blitzo.

He needed them both, but they didn't need him. He had heard a mortal saying: "If you love someone, let them go." So he would. He would let them go by letting himself go. Without him, they would be happier.

So, he grabbed a piece of paper and began drafting his will.

I, Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, hereby give all of my assets and titles to my Daughter, Octavia Ars Goetia. As for the ownership of my Grimoire, it will be given to Blitzø Rogers. As for my Wife, Stella Von Pelt, she is to be sent back to her home in the Sloth Ring and is to never set foot in the Palace again. As well as kept away from my funeral.

Signed,
           36th Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia.

It was done. Short and to the point. Simple. It didn't need to be anything else.

After his will was drafted he began two more drafts. One for Octavia and the other for Blitzø. He needed to apologize for everything.

My dear little Starfire,

I'm so sorry. I was never able to be the father you deserve. Again, I'm so sorry. But, remember when I sang that lullaby to you as an owlette? If you do, then you'll remember that you will be okay. No matter what, you can't lose hope, Starfire. Please, forgive me for what I've done. I can't bear the thought of my precious daughter hating me. I love you, My precious little Starfire.

Love,
          Dad.

Octavia's letter was done, now it was Blitzø's turn.

Dear Blitzy,

I'm sorry. I don't know how to go about this. But to put it simply, I love you. There's no other way to say it. I love you so much. But, you don't feel the same way as I do. I know you consider what we do a nuisance. You hate it, so I'm giving you the grimoire. You'll never need to do anything in exchange for it, again. And as for some miracle you did feel something for me that wasn't resentment, I hope that maybe, if God and Lucifer allow it, we could be together in another life.

Love,
         Stolas.

It was all done. He sealed the letters and left the will open for his servants to find. Now, it was just grabbing the object that he would use to commit this act. If he wasn't already in Hell, then he would be going there.

Stolas walked to his right wardrobe and from there he pulled out a box. It was small and covered in dust. Not having been touched for centuries. He lifted up the lid to reveal a dagger. A Holy dagger. It was his from his time in Heaven. Before the Heavenly War. Now, it laid in a box with seemingly no use, but it had one now.

He pulled it out and put the box down. He walked over to the centre of the room, and he began.

He pulled back his sleeve to reveal his wrist. Thin and black. He was at first scared but after the first cut, the fear disappeared. He was now filled with fervour as he continued cutting. Over and over and over again. Each time deeper and deeper and deeper than the last.

His black blood slowly trickled down onto his muted blue feathers. Coating them in black. The blood flow began to quicken, causing him to lose more and more blood by the second. He soon became lightheaded at the loss of blood but continued. He continued to cut even more and soon cut so deeply he could see the cream-coloured bone that supported and gave shape to his wrist.

Unfortunately, that didn't stop him there. He was now going to start on his other arm. Although his left arm was so severely injured he couldn't have been able to move it but he was working on adrenaline, so he felt nothing.

He repeated what he did on his left arm to his right.

So, after hours of mutilation, everything went dark.