𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗗𝗶𝗲!? | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇

𖣔 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲 | Finale

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It was a quiet, peaceful day, until it wasn't. Suddenly the hallway was marched on by an angry owl, and imp servants alike who were near her jumped out of the way; scared to be on the other end of whoever angered their lady this time.

Stella was on a mission. A mission to end it once and for all. She doesn't care if she gets her hands dirty anymore because it has to end now or never. After what Alastor spat right in front of her, Stella thought that yeah, maybe she should do it herself instead of the crappy attempts the demons she hired had done. And so here the owl now stands, just a mere distance away from the living room where those lowly demons were lounging with the bane of her existence.

Reaching her destination, Stolas was seen reading on the loveseat with Blitzø lying, head on his lap, adjacent to the big, purple, gold-accented couch that the rest of the IMP crew were relaxing on and watching some movie on the TV in front of them, while Octavia was on a similarly styled chair opposite to Stolas, listening to some podcast.

In a fit of rage, Stella grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at the prince.

Stolas sensed it at the last second and ducked under as it crashed on the marble floor, alerting everyone else with the loud noise.

"Wha- Stella?" He sighed. "What is it now this time?"

She laughed maniacally while brandishing an angelic handgun and pointing it directly at Stolas. "This time, this time I'll be finishing what should've been done in the beginning!"

Everyone widened their eyes at the weapon she was holding. Loona was instantly in a fighting stance and let out a low growl with her sharp claws ready to attack. Moxxie stood protectively with a wary face in front of Millie. Octavia and Stolas were also now standing next to each other, but Stolas was mostly worriedly gazing at the imp in front of him. Said imp was right in front of the gun's line of sight, blocking the prince.

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Blitzø's eyes hardened the moment he saw Stella take out the angelic weapon from her back, and was immediately in his calculating mode. He wasn't an assassin for nothing, so despite how he knows the princess was greatly inexperienced in this sort of thing, he's not taking any chances. He vowed to himself that he'll protect everyone he loves: his mother, sister, daughter, his friends, and now Octavia and Stolas, especially what had happened in the gala.

He doesn't want to think about what would happen if... so he focused on the annoying bitch who disrupted their wonderful day.

"So, you were the one who sent Striker." He decided to say to fill the dead silence.

"Of course! Who wouldn't it be?" Stella proclaimed triumphantly as if it was something to be proud of and other demons would reward her for it.

It's not too far-fetched if you think about it though.

Blitzø rolled his eyes and started to repeatedly tap on his thighs while thinking of different ways to distract the owl more.

"Oh I don't know.. maybe because it's just such a stupid plan really." He shrugged, "much more stupid than when Mox had caused an angry mob to chase us during the summer."

"HeY-!" exclaimed a bewildered Moxxie.

"Ugh! What would you know better, imp!" Stella said frustratedly and increasingly getting irritated.

"Oh I do know better than the seemingly peanut-sized brain you seem to have~"

"I-"

"And this next stunt you're pulling? Takes the fucking cherry on top on how dumb you really are!"