A/N: Credit to Renowned-Wolf for helping with a couple things.
The scene opens with a shot of a galaxy, with Stolas narrating over it.
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.
Octavia (Young): (Giggles) 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 and wiggles and giggles in her bed.
Scene shifts to present Octavia, still looking happy; she's circling 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 her kitchen and around the manor, but he isn't there.
Octavia: Dad? Dad?
She sees an open foyer door, we hear Stolas' voice coming through it.
Stolas: Yes, I know!
The scene jumps to Stolas out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in his other hand. 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.
Stolas: What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- YES, Stella!
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Stella: (through the phone) --never have to see your fucking face again!
Octavia: Dad?
Stella: (through the phone) Everyone hates you! No one likes you!
Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?
