"In the great expanse of the nether, there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomena. 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."
Stolas narrated as he conjured up magical holographic images of space. The universe showed a vast purple nebula sky, a giant pink star exploding, and a dazzling pink swirling nebula that looked like a galaxy. Finally, four rocky meteors soared across the sky, two with teal flames, one with purple flames and one with teal and pink flames trailing behind it.
Stolas curled his hand and the images faded as the portal closed. Little Octavia giggled in his lap, wearing her pink dress with stars on it. Her room had hanging lights, a headboard with a princess crown on it, ringed planet bedposts, a mobile with moons and stars, constellation posters and a bookshelf. Stolas' grimoire hovered in the air, surrounded by purple and blue magic.
"Daddy," said little Octavia. "Can we go see it someday?" Wonder filled her magenta pink eyes.
"Yes, dear," said Stolas, lifting her up and placing her onto the bed. He tucked her in with her purple quilt with yellow stars on it. "I promise, when the day comes, nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you."
He playfully poked her on the nose, and she giggled. He put his hands over his heart and displayed a loving fatherly smile. "Good night, my Owlette."
"Good night!" little Octavia called with a yawn. Stolas' grimoire closed and it trailed behind him. She wiggled in bed and softly squealed in excitement, even though the event was...
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...many years later in the present (2021). The excited teen Octavia got out of bed. With a feathered quill, she crossed out a date and spotted the present day. She had drawn meteors in purple. In pink, there were stars and the smiling faces of her and her father watching the meteors. She circled the picture and hurried off.
Down the hall with the purple and green Venus fly traps, Octavia hopped on one foot, pulling on her black high heeled boot. She wore her usual pink dress with yellow stars on it, her crown, a black soft hat, a pink collar, a black jacket and fingerless gloves.
Octavia turned a corner. "Hey, Dad!"
She paused. In front of her was an empty kitchen. Moving boxes were stacked on the floor.
"Dad?" Octavia questioned in concern as she turned another corner.
"Daaaad!" Octavia called as she ran her hand down the gold stair rails. Curled within the rails were red eye designs.
She wandered out the open doors to the front courtyard. Stolas, wearing a scowling expression, was holding the sunflower rotary phone in one hand, and squeezing the imp butler in the other.
"Yes, I know!" he said angrily into the phone to his former wife. "It will be there shortly!"
"Are the commoner imps being careful?" Stella shouted through the phone.
"Of course they're being careful!" Stolas barked.
In front of Stolas, servant imps were busy lifting the boxes into a moving van. An "expensive shits" sign was taped to the back of the van.
"Dad, what's going on?" Octavia asked from the doorway.
Stolas' eyes widened and he turned to her.
"Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere two minutes without the entirety of her possessions before she...what?!"
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Helluva Boss
FanfictionBlitzo (the "o" is silent) attempts to run a killing company in Hell known as Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.) He is followed by weapons specialist Moxxie, powerhouse Millie and the Hellhound secretary Loona. Thanks to a book obtained by the...
