After being executed in 1991, Y/n, a.k.a "Jacket," is sent to Hell for his actions in Miami. A few years elapsed since his arrival. He's made quite a name for himself, earning a reputation as a well-known contract killer.
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Stolas: In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall… Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. What appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower we can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears.
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Octavia giggles.
Octavia (Young): Daddy, can we go see it someday?
Stolas: Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.
Octavia (Young): (yawns) Good night! She turns, wiggling and giggling in her bed. ____________________________________
In the present, Octavia looks extremely happy. Getting out of bed, she circles a drawing on a calendar of her face, Stolas' face, and a meteor shower. The starfall is "today". She hops down a hallway putting on her boot.
Octavia: Hey, dad!
She looks in the kitchen and around the manor, but can't find him.
Octavia: Dad? Dad?
She sees an open foyer door and hears Stolas' voice coming through it.
Stolas: Yes, I know!
Stolas can be seen out front of the mansion on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in his other hand while other Imps are loading items into a van.
Stolas: It will be there, shortly.
Stolas: Of course they're being careful!
Octavia: Dad, what's going on?
Stolas: Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions– (Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks) What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- Yes, Stella!
Stella: "--never have to see your fucking face again!"
Octavia: Dad?
Stella: "Everyone--"
She continues to yell incomprehensibly through the phone.
Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?
Stolas: What? Oh. I hardly think so. Knowing your mother, this will take all weekend. (turns to the imps loading the car) Don't be gentle about it, now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there.
Stella: "What?! What did you just tell them to do?!"
Octavia: But, tonight was supposed to-
Stolas: Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H.
