AN: Read with caution. I won't spoil too much, but there is infact suicide topics in this chapter.
As I walked through the palace halls, I thought to myself. I hated lying to my father. He had done so much for me, and I felt terrible for what I was about to do. But there was nothing else to worry about from now on. It was going to happen. There was no other option.
I mindlessly made my way down to the weaponry room. It was unguarded and open for anyone who was smart enough to find it.
On the walls were many angelic weapons. Guns, knives, and even bows.
A small pistol caught the attention of my eyes. It was a black base with swirling silver white detailing that glimmer brightly in the purple palace lighting.
A sharp breath in. This was it. I really was going through, and there was nothing to stop me. Knowing that my father had already read my note from two days ago, I had no reason to make another.
The gun was heavy as I lifted it to my temple. The cold metal stinging my head as I did so.
"Fuck."
I felt sick, shaky and almost like I was going to pass out. My finger felt along the slender gun for the trigger. When I found it, I hesitated slightly before taking a deep breath in and pulling it.
Bang. It was over. It's All Over.
(Stolas' pov)
A large bang came from the weaponry room followed by a thud. The sound echoes throughout the palace corridors.
"Stolas! Did you hear that?!"
Blitzo knew it was a gunshot. It was Octavia... there was no other option. No one else was in the palce but them three.
With Octavias suicidal tendency and past attempt, it made Blitzos heart fall to his stomach. He felt sick. He was terrified knowing that stolas would freak out after seeing his daughters lifeless body and bullet imbeded skull.
"Octavia! Octavia!"
I rush to the weapons room, the sound of my footsteps clanging off the cold marble floors, my voice raised in a combination of worry and panic as I sprint through the halls of the Goetia manor Upon entering the room, my voice goes soft and quiet, and tears begin to well up in my eyes.
"Octavia...? My darling... No... No... No, no... Please..."
Blitzo followed behind him, seeing blood was nothing new to him due to his job, but this sight, the teen on the floor, dead with blood spilling out from her head and the prince holding her and weaping made him weak.
"Stolas. Oh my god. No. No. NO! FUCK! NO!"
"My... My daughter... My darling..."
I fall to my knees and place Octavia gently down on the floor as gentle as can be considering the circumstances, the sound coming from me isn't one of anger or grief or despair, it's pure and utter agony and anguish as tears begin to fall from my eyes in heavy streams. I grab her hand, and I feel for a pulse.
"My beautiful little Owlette!"
A large pang of guilt and despair hits Blitzo like a gun wound. She's really gone. It's not a dream. It was real.
"Oh fuck oh fuck!"
What was Blitzo supposed to do in this situation?! SHE WAS FUCKING GONE! THERE WAS NO SAVING HER!
In the midst of my anguish I notice Blitzo standing in the doorway just watching in what appears to be horror and I turn my head to look at him. After a few moments he turns his head away, his eyes filled with tears, but he doesn't say a word. We're both struck with the realization that there's nothing we can do, no amount of magic can reverse this, the damage has been done and Octavia is truly gone... forever. The sound of my sobs and the sound of my heart crumbling fills the room.
