Helluva Boss Headcanons and Randomness

Octavia's Visit To Aunt Bia

(A.N.: This is set after the events of Apology Tour)

An imp butler knocked on the door of the atelier belonging to his mistress, Lady Decarabia Goetia. "Your highness, you have a guest."

Decarabia paid him no heed and kept sketching her design for a new engagement ring. It was wedding season soon, and Decarabia was bringing out a new line of engagement rings to sell at her jewellery store. "I wasn't expecting a guest. Tell them that they'll have to come back when I'm not busy."

"But your highness, it's your niece, Princess Octavia. She's in quite a bit of distress."

Decarabia put her pencil down, sighing. It wasn't like Via to drop by without any notice, but when she did, it was usually because there was a crisis at home. Decarabia was the only relative that Via trusted with her problems at home. "Show her to the parlor and tell the kitchen to prepare some tea and cake. I'll join her shortly."

"As you wish, your highness."

Decarabia waited until she was sure that her butler had gone downstairs before she got up, closing her sketchbook and walking to a mirror in her atelier to make sure that she looked presentable. Lady Decarabia Goetia, Marchioness of the Ars Goetia was a tall woman with giant scops owl-like features; a long, sharp gray beak, and tawny-colored tufts on her head. She adjusted her tiara; a silver piece adorned with three black opals, and smoothed out a crinkle in her midnight blue dress before going downstairs to the parlor. Octavia was sitting at one end of the table, sobbing quietly as Decarabia's butler lay a jewel encrusted tea set and two mousse cakes made to look like rose quartzes on the table.

"Dear Via, what brings you to me at this hour?" Decarabia said as she poured tea for them both.

Octavia wiped her eyes. "Mum and Dad, again. Dad went to this stupid party, and then he came home drunk, and then Blitzø called, and they screamed at each other on the phone for hours," she sniffled, "And then, this morning, Uncle Andrealphus came over with Mum to help her move her stuff out, and she started yelling at Dad over something, and Uncle Andrealphus said that Dad was a disgrace to the Ars Goetia, and that he didn't deserve his title."

She reached for her tea even though it was still piping hot. "And you know what? I can't even say that Uncle Andrealphus was wrong. Up until recently, Dad was only doing his job once a month because he was letting Blitzø borrow his grimoire the rest of the time," she sighed, "All that Dad thinks about is his dick. I wish he'd never met Blitzø so that none of this would be happening."

Decarabia leaned in close. "None of what, exactly, Via?"

"None of the bullshit that's ruining my life," she sniffled, "I wish that Mum and Dad didn't hate each other. I wish that they didn't fight all the time. I wish Dad didn't love that stupid red dickhead more than he loves me."

The princess downed some of her tea, sighing. "Sometimes I wish that I was never born just so that I wouldn't have to put up with all of this. I wish I wasn't born a Goetia."

Decarabia put a hand to her mouth. "Why in the nine circles of Hell would you wish for that, dear Via? You are a mighty princess of this realm who is destined for greatness, and someday you will oversee the study of the stars in the human world just as your father is meant to be doing now. Does your future not excite you anymore?"

Octavia pulled her beanie over her eyes. "I just wish I wasn't born into a loveless arranged marriage, Aunt Bia. I wish I had parents who didn't hate each other more than than they love me."

Decarabia sighed deeply, unsure of how to respond. She did not envy Stolas' position; her cousin being the son of King Paimon, and therefore of higher ranking than her meant that he had the responsibility of producing an heir to Paimon's throne, even though demons of the Ars Goetia were almost completely immortal. Neither Stolas nor Stella had ever liked each other, however, and despite the other kings and queens worrying that they would never even attempt to produce an heir, Paimon had forced them to marry anyway. Their hatred of each other often ended up hurting poor Via; she was forever being kept up at night by their arguments, or caught in the crossfire of their fights.