The Pain Of Loss

Chapter 2

Octavia woke up, undisturbed. It was surprising, normally her parents would be fighting and she would be woken up from all the screaming. But the palace was silent today. She considered it a good sign, today would be a good day. So, she got ready for the day.

Maybe, dad can take me to Stylish Occult, she thought. Octavia then made her way to her father's room. After a five minute walk, she reached her father's door. Knocking on it she called, 'Dad? Are you awake? I wanted to know if you could take me to Stylish Occult?' No answer. She knocked again, still no answer.

Octavia decided to open the door to check on her dad, a bad decision.

She looked into the room and her heart plummeted. There lay her dad on the floor, heavily bleeding blackened blood. She let out a scream of sheer terror that could rival her mother's. Immediately, imps started running to her and stopped when they saw the horrific scene.

Octavia snapped back into reality. Her brain working a mile a minute. 'Call the ambulance! Call Satan's Hospital! NOW!!!"

The imps ran for the phone. She ran to her father's body. She went to grab her father and he laid limp in her arms. She started to cry. 'Please, Dad, please be alright. I can't do this without you. Please, I'm not gonna be okay.' Whispering helplessly to her unconscious father helped her. For now.

Soon, she heard movement outside the room and some demons dressed in red polos and dark pants running with a stretcher came in. They lowered the stretcher and placed her father there after taking him from her. Soon after he was secured they started running. She ran after them. She got to the ambulance and climbed in.

As soon as the ambulance started moving she was bombarded by questions. "Miss, what is the patient's name? How did this happen? When did this happen? Does the patient have any allergies we should be aware of?'

Octavia answered them to her best capability. 'His name is Stolas Ars Goetia. I'm not sure when or how this happened but it must have been earlier this morning. And I believe he doesn't have any medicinal allergies but has a dietary allergy to rabbits.'

The EMT nodded and jotted everything she said down. 'Does he have any history of mental illness? Any distant or recent suicide attempts?'

'He tends to feel empty and hopeless from time to time. He also lacks the energy to do small tasks. I don't see him often at dinner. He does seem anxious a lot recently. And he does have constant fights with my mother. But I don't believe he's ever attempted anything or has ever been diagnosed with anything.'

'You say he constantly fights with your mother, can you elaborate more on that?' He didn't look at her as she wrote down what she was saying.

'Uh, yeah. My mother screams at my Dad and normally he just stands there and takes it. He doesn't fight back. He's not a fighter. She sometimes gets violent from what I can only assume. I've never seen her get violent but sometimes after their fights Dad comes out with scars. All over his body.'

She nods and just continues to write things down. He stands up and checks up on the driver, 'How much longer till we reach the hospital? We have an Ars Goetia in the back!' 'We're two minutes away, Sir!' 'Make that one!' 'Yes, ma'am!'

Soon they arrived at the hospital. Moving swiftly they wheeled her Father in the hospital. She followed them as far as she could. 'Miss, you cannot go further than this point. Please leave the rest to the doctors.' She nodded and took a rest on a chair in the waiting room.

She contemplated her next actions and decided it was for the best if she proceeded. She stood up and left to the parking lot to call her father's lover, Blitzø.