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The Circus
Hey hey its the authors note: This is kind of just a rewrite of S2 Ep1. HOWEVER, its also kindaa filling in the gaps of the whole S2 thing. I'll make 12 notes in total, one blankslate is for one episode ANDDD I should mention, you get POVS and backstories like never before like Stella's POV on the marriage and how Blitzo TRULY met Fizzarolli if they weren't brothers. But also it's just a rewrite. So...yeah
Also spoilers. Duh.
Stolas's POV:
I always laughed at the people who say that they want to be a goetia. Queen. King. Princess or Prince, anything in the royal family.
They would want it for the power of course, but would they have been able to handle the responsibilities? Or the sacrifices?
Why am I even asking this?
Because I am a Goetia. Stolas Goetia to be precise.
...
Oh I see. You're laughing at me right now. All you think when you hear my name is a tall, gay owl who's only life is Blitzo...or Blitz. Or Blitzy~
But despite how hot he is, I am more than just a Blitzo fanboy. I am Stolas. And even though I could go on and on about my responsibilities as a prince, I know that not many demons get the chance to be born into a Goetia Family. I would rather not bore you to death, and I can see you still see me as Blitzo's (bleep)toy. So let me explain how that all happened in the first place.
It all started when I was a young boy, about 10 or 11 years old. I as pored over my books, studying. I had much more, as my father have signed me up for many tutors, many classes, as to become a fine prince. That's when I heard my father's voice boom.
STOLASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I immediately pointed up. Some days, Father was so busy with my brothers and sisters that I didn't even hear his voice. After dealing with this for a long time, I learned to live solitary. I suppose interacting with no one except for my tutors and books made me a bit timid...well, I wouldn't say timid. Introverted was a better-fitting word. Anyway, since I was a introverted child, even though I had many questions for father as to why he had called me, I silently stepped out of my room, one claw forward of the other. It's how a Goetia Prince walks. With elegance.
When I faced my father, I immediately froze up. I barely even saw him these days, so usually I would have to remind myself for a second that he is much MUCH MUCH taller than I am and if I was to be a sufficient Goetia King in the future, I would be as tall as him. It was quite unsettling really. Anyway, I made sure to keep my mouth shut and craned my neck at him, waiting for the news he had to deliver.
My father didn't speak in the quite annoying british royal way that I am right now, he was a little more straight forward, "You're gonna get married."
This seemed like those rather low-IQ books I was forced to read 2 years ago, where there were arranged marriages, "What?! Huh?! To..who-?"
He showed me a picture of the most, pardon me, deadass ugliest fetus I have ever seen in my life, "Stella, I'm pretty sure is her name. Don't try to protest with me, son. The documents are settled and everything."
Usually I would just suck it up, but this was even bigger news, and I was getting enraged at my father for giving me this important news and not even letting me HAVE A SAY AT IT!!!. I was so mad at him that I couldn't even speak, my tears just slipped off my cheeks and I started wailing. I remember my father patting my head, "Now that's an ugly cry, son." LIKE WHAT?! I'M SORRY, DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY ELEGANTLY-
Even through all his royal goetianess (ooh cool verb lol) I could tell that he still felt sort of bad for me. "Hey..." he whispered, dropping down his voice more quietly and looking around to see if any other children was hearing, "I know, this all must suck and everything...but it's part of being a Goetia."
Oh. That's all he wanted to say to me? Well, ok then. I turned and started walking away-
"Would you like me to make you feel better?"
I stopped. "How?" I demanded more than asked. I was too angry to speak.
"How about the circus? I know boys and girls of your age just adore the circus! Come on boy, you won't have this kind of freedom soon. Just a afternoon out, father and son."
I turned around skeptically, "The...circus-?" I wasn't a huge fan, but surely it must be better than wallowing in sadness over this marriage.
"Yes, the circus. You may stay here, but I wouldn't really recommend that. You may not get ano-"
Oh, could he shut it with all his annoying british royal talk? "WELL YES!!!" I shouted, and he smiled, "Well, get dressed then, that's where we're headed. And..." he gave a slight smirk, "You mustn't be too loud. We don't want your brothers to hear about this, no?"
I think that was the first time I got dressed so quickly (recall that I didn't have amazing demons like Blitzo and Octavia to look forward to at that time) and immediately ran out with my father. I was so happy to be freed from the Goetia duties, even if it were just for one evening.
My father...he didn't even care if I hopped and skipped and whistled to my glee. And the only time I stopped was when I found myself just outside a red and white tent. "It's a circus tent," my father had explained to me. And amazed, I whispered to myself the words flashing with lightbulbs.
"Cash Buckzo's: Starring Blitzo and Fizzarolli!"
Blitzo's POV (on that day):
If it weren't for Fizzarolli, I think I would have offed myself by now.
Backstory on how he ACTUALLY met Fizz, skip if you want
Buckzo- I mean Dad, I mean...sir..wasn't even like a dad to me at this point. Ever since he found out that running a entertainment industry like a circus could earn him cash, he got me and my sister in it. And even though I guess I liked my sister and my other family...sometimes, they weren't enough. I was going to live with them forever, right? So why not meet someone new in the meantime?
As we pounded down nails in the circus tent (we relocated for this season's act) I decided to ask Buckzo on it. Was I fearful of his response? Yes. But did I show it? Definitely not. If there was one thing I have learnt from all these years, it's never to show your vunerability.
But I should have known, Buckzo didn't give a shit, "Yeah sure kid go do whatever jdkfhjsahghskrfhdj" and continued cursing under his breath. Satisfied at this response, I walked away from the tent, desperate to find at least one other person I could talk to.
After a while of just walking and resting and running and walking, I was dead. It felt like I have walked around the whole of the Greed Ring, and I was about to go back, when:
"Did you run away too?"
Curious, I turned my head. Who was that?
"Don't be scared, you can tell me," steps slowly pounding the ground, walking towards me... "I too, also escaped. You can't blame yourself. The Greedness Orphanage kinda sucked. All the labor, all the demons getting hung...
Oh, I could see now. It was a young demon, around my age, with a much more ellipsy (is that even a word lol) face. (In other words, just more ovaly. This is a rewrite, so I'm assuming you saw the series before and know what I'm talking about). His clothes were ragged, and you could see the toughness, yet the pain in his eyes.
"I- what orphanage-?" I stuttered, lost in words, "I came from no orphanage. I came from the circus. Buckzo's! You heard of it?"
"Buckzo's..." the young demon whispered, "Buckzo's Amazing Circus? Yeah, I've heard a couple of the headmasters talk about it. What's a circus though?"
Boom! This is where I use Buckzo's skills in manipulating people, "It's like, a place where you do super cool tricks and well, not YOU get to do them, but-"
"But I can do tricks! Look!" the demon got on his hands and started walking, and I was impressed.
And then, an idea came into my mind.
This demon was nice enough! This demon could do tricks! It seemed like, at least to me, that he didn't even had a family!
Oh hell yeah, this was perfect! It's like the whole of Hell came together to give me this gift. We could get him to our circus, I could make a new friend that was my age (not Barbie) and I would actually have fun! This demon DID have potential!
"Well, you don't have a home, right...?"
He looked around and silently nodded, "If anyone asks for a 'Orien'," he whispered to me scared, "Please don't say anything. I'm Orien."
Orien? Orien was kind of a dumb name, if you asked me, "Well, I'm Blitzo!" I say enthusiastically, "If you want a new house, you can come stay with me!"
"Didn't you literally just say you were in a circus?"
I sighed, "House, circus tent, whatever. I meant family Orien. Do you wanna be part of my family?"
I saw Orien's eyes go big for a second, trying to process all of this, and then warming up to me, "Yea...yeah. That would be great..does that mean I can join your circus?"
"Yup!" I said, pulling his arm, "Circus, background person, announcer with Buckzo, whatever you want! Just that...if you wanna stay part of my family, we gotta make sure that the stupid orphanage doesn't find you. And for that..."
Orien cocked his head at me.
"We like have to change your name for that. I can't keep calling you Orien-"
"Don't say my name out loud-"
"SEE?! That's exactly what I'm saying! We gotta think of something more circusy. Something more...ITALIAN!"
"Italian?"
"Yeah, Italians always have cheese and funny nicknames, and funny is literally what circus is!"
I-" Orien sort of blushed, not romantically (I hope lol) but for pure platonic love, "What about destiny? Do you know the Italian word for destiny? This is my destiny after all. To be your best friend...?"
I paused and looked back at him, "Be- best friend? But I never even had a friend! How am I-"
He gripped my hand, "Well, I'm part of your family now, and you saved me from that dumb orphanage! And..nobody really liked me either. If we're each other's first friend, lets at least be best friends," and he turned away, looking at my expression, "Yo- you don't have to consider me your friend if you don't want...but- I always wanted one, so is it fine-?"
I immediately let go of his hand and hugged him, "We're not best friends...we're best brothers! Remember? Being a part of the circus is like being part of the family!"
He smiled shyly at me, "Best brothers...I like that. Will your family approve of me though...?"
I shrugged, "I mean, honestly, Buckzo doesn't care and..."
So the way back to the circus tent was much more faster and much more funnier with Orien (or his new name is) by my side. And I just couldn't stop thinking, "I got a friend who's my best friend WHO'S ALSO MY BROTHER!" it seemed super lucky for being a imp.
Almost...too lucky.
Now don't get me wrong here, nothing bad happened between us...well, that's a lie. But nothing bad happened between us in the new few months. As I thought, Buckzo didn't give a (s word...this is a kid's POV bro) and we grew super close to each other!
And it turned out, after a lot of searching, the Italian word for destiny was "Fizzarolli" and it seemed like a funny Italian clown name, so we named Orien that! And anyway, "Fizz is a cool nickname too."
How Blitzo met Fizz backstory ends here lol its time for the main plot of "The Circus"
(Ok honestly I feel like I'm making this too long so just insert a wholesome moment of Blitzo and Fizz doing their tricks and stuff blah blah blah ljfdkfjdsalfhsld and cut to scene when Blitzo is trying to make a balloon horse)
I jumped out of the trapeze, excited. It was time for my favorite trick, the balloon horse!
I LOVE HORSES! LIKE, ADORE THEM! I WANNA MARRY ONE-
Ok not that obsessed, but I am obsessed!
I tied one, and showed it with pride, but then I caught Buckzo and Fizz and everybody else shaking my heads at me. I looked at the horse and realized...it didn't have legs.
So I tied another horse. And another one. And another one...and ano- you get the point. And remember what all my idols in the circus did, all my favorite performers, I made something funny up on the spot.
"Ok...uh...it WAS a horse! But then it ate too much sugar and its legs stopped working! So they had to amputate it...chainsaw noises and now, its a worm horse!" (yes I copied word by word)
There was only silence, but at least it was better than crying and running away out of the circus. Well, silence except for this one ugly british laugh. I turned around to see who was laughing at me obvious funny joke.
It was...a GOETIA?!
Well, it was a Goetia prince to be exact. Why the hel- I mean heck, would they come to some cheap circus like ours? I'll never know. But..."See?" I told the audience, "He gets it! I'm so funny kjsddjlajfhkjldk"
It took SO long for the rest of the audience to appreciate my joke that Fizz jumped down and made a perfect horse. He probably said some stuff, but the fact that everybody laughed at HIM just make me tune them out. Fizz was good, but even best brothers could be annoying sometimes.
Stolas's POV:
I looked at the young clown with the pointy head and sympathize with him.
"His broken horse joke...it was funny!" I protested, "Their legs DO stop working when they eat too much sugar!" (It's actually true, I googled it up! Deetya here btw..ok back to Helluva rewrite) and I watched the rest of the show despite the circus OBVIOUSLY mistreating the pointy head clown. The other one was good, but it looked like he bashed his head on a football and came out (such a good Goetia joke, no?)
And that's when I immediately knew what I wanted for my birthday. The pointy head has the same humor as me, same personality as me if I were a bit more extroverted, and plus, I liked everything about him!
"Father," I requested that evening, as I cut my dinner and ate PROPERLY. (cuz if u cant tell, im a goetia dummy) "You know how my birthday is coming up, right?"
He paused, "Well, yes. You don't really pay attention to it-"
"Yeah but-" all that was ringing in my head was "I NEED to become friends with the pointy headed demon" "I liked the clown kid! PLEASE can he come over for a...what's the word?"
Father contemplated, "I heard most normal citizens refer to them as, 'playdates'-"
"Yes, a playdate with him. That's the only thing I want!"
He sighed, "Would it get you to shut your mouth on always studying? Will you be motivated to continue your Goetia Duties if I arranged this 'playdate' with the little clown boy?"
I nodded enthusiastically.
"Very well then. I'll appoint a playdate," and he rose up and went into his room, probably to grab his magic mirror. I squealed in excitement and ran up to my room. Oh, how I longed to share my possessions with someone! My books, my sets, my...everything! Even my be- I mean...what-?
Buckzo's POV:
Only a few things circled my mind.
For one, MONEY! Money, money, money. It's why I kick started this shitty circus in the first place and probably didn't abandon my family by this point because they r so f*cking anoying. Hell, even Blitzo's dumb "best brother" or something had better talent than my own children combined! The only thing Blitzo was useful for was bringing that hellsaver into our circus. And as for Barbie...no one gave a shit about Barbie. She could go fuck herself in the Wrath Ring for all I care.
Other thing was...nah, I got nothing else to care for. Money is life, and whoever did say that money didn't equal happiness was probably some dumb old CHERUB.
That's when some rich old butler came with this weird mirror and I had to rub my eyes. In the mirror was...the GOETIA KING?!
"Good afternoon Buckzo," he said. He said a buncha dumb royal stuff afterwards but I stopped listenin 'till he said, "My son really liked that little clown boy, you see. And it's his birthday. So I ponder, can I rent your son out for today? You're a cheap circus, no? May we rent him out?"
Clown boy? Oh, that mf was definitely talkin' about Fizzarolli, Blitzo's stupid friend. "I dunno...Fizz here got a couple more shows to be in today...so..yeah, no."
"Oh no, not that boy. The other one."
Wait...Barbie didn't perform yesterday, so that could only mean..."BLITZO?!" I screeched, "Uh, surely you're mistaken..! You didn't just say you wanted...Blitzo.."
"I did. And I thought that you were an old poor little IMP. I demand you to get Blitzo to our palace by one 'o clock sharp." he chuckled, "We mustn't want to see your dear old circus get shut down, do we? We both don't want to deal with our sons, so how about you just comply with me..."
Wait. This was Blitzo we were talking about. He might not be smart, but he sure can be a trickster. And if this was the Goetias house he'd be going in...
MONEY
"Hell yeah, I'll sell him to you for however long you rich fuckers want him. We'll come."
Then I immediately ran into Blitzo's and Fizzarolli's room, where they were probably fucking around with horses, and was like, "Hey, so there's these Goetias wanting you to be their...'playmate,' or some shit..."
(Im not writing all the protesting and "omg why do iiiiii have to go there i wanna stay w my pookie fizzy uwu psodkfjsla;lfjkdo' so skip to part where they go to the Goetia's palace, u can see the in the real ep)
When we FINALLY reached those rich fuckers house, the Goetia King and Goetia Prince walked out, and I'll just say it, they were the 2 most fucked-up ugliest little bitchass assholes I have ever seen. Why THEY get so much money and I don't, I have no idea. But when those rich fuckers finally took Blitzo away, he looked at me with the most angriest face ever, and I smiled in satisfaction. Finally, I can get away from that bitch from a couple of hours.
And best of all...I'll earn more-
Blitzo's POV
Money.
That was the only thing that Buckzo cared about nowadays! Was he crazy?! How am I supposed to steal from the Goetians and NOT get caught! What if I do?! What will-
"Come on, Blit- Blitzo, that is right, correct?"
I perked up. Oh yeah, I was supposed to steal, but I forgotten why I was asked to come here in the first place. For this...weird owl-looking prince.
"Yeah, you have anything to do...or....."
He practically squeezed my hand (plz dont be romantic plz dont be romantic) and led up his 109834087i894321376890 flights of stairs, and it felt like hours as he was going through his stupid books.
"This one is on plants and herbs, this one is on frogs and toads, this one shows all the sex positions...I stole it from my brother, and this one..." blah blah blah all that sort of stuff. I was gonna die from boredom if THIS was a playdate! I still wished Fizzarolli was here with me.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, "Your books are boring! This is all boring stuff!" and remembering the reason why I was here in the first place, I looked around carefully, eyeing all the gold, "Hey...you wanna play a game?"
Owl-Prince cocked his head curiously at me, "A...game-?"
"Yeah!" being in the circus all these years had made me an expert at tricking people and...of course, making up games, "It's called, 'Treasure Hunt'. We get all the best stuff and whoop!" I twirled around for the sound effect, "We throw them out the window!"
"Out...the window-?"
I convinced him that this was just some silly old IMP game, and off we went, him collecting stuff, me stealing stuff. For a prince, he was really stupid.
And finally, after running through the whole balcony (Im kinda rushing this cuz i wanna get to the talking part lol) I saw Buckzo beckoning for me.
Remember, the only reason I'm sending ya to them rich fuckin good for nothin palace is to steal. You dunno how to do that, dont call me yer father.
I looked around cautiously one last time to see if Owl-Boy (he told me his name was...Tolas-?) was seeing, but he really really loved the game and he wasn't even looking at me! I smiled Jackpot! and threw it to Buckzo. He winked at me and I turned back, smiling as if I didn't just throw like, 3298729110275793028947 lbs of money and gold and stuff out the balcony.
"Blitzo!" the owl-boy yelled to me, "Let's go outside! There's this tree that the Goetians just adore. Just because you're an IMP doesn't mean you're forbidden to sit under that tree."
My tail whooshed around, excited as I ran down the many stairs and rushed outside to the tree, which by the way was actually kind of pretty. Maybe just a Goetia thing. Who knows?
I climbed and ran around the tree, while Owl-Boy got out a book and started reading. Curious, I asked him, "What's that?"
Stolas's POV:
I whipped around to see Blitzo hanging upside down on a branch, "What?"
"You heard me. What's that thing you're reading?"
"Oh-" I looked down and gave a wry smile at it, "It's a Grimoire!"
Blitzo looked at me with the most skeptical look, "A...what-? Is that one of your Goetia words?"
Oh right, I forgot. IMPS tend to usually be uneducated when it comes to higher goetian education, "It's a spell book," I explain, tracing my finger across the words, "I have to learn it so I can access the living world."
"Th- the-" Blitzo stuttered and for the first time since our playdate started, I observed that he was actually interested in what I had to say, "The living world-? Like...where the SINNERS come from? The humans and living PEOPLE and everything?!"
I nod, "It's mostly how to study the skies though. My father says I'm fit to study the prophecies and be one of the Goetians when I grow up..but..." I never had a friend to share this with, the only people I'm surrounded with all day are those tutors, "I don't really know if that's what I want to become..."
Blitzo just stared at me, "Oh..." and then he made a desperate attempt to make this conversation not so much as depressing, "Well, you know what I wanna be when I grow up?!" he yelled rather than asked as he swung himself up and started climbing. And he made a arch figure with his hands as he boomed, "A CIRCUS CLOWN!!!"
A...circus clown-? "Are- aren't you already a clown?"
"Well yeah but I'm not gonna be just some silly old clown! I'm gonna be the greatest IMP of all time with a big office and a big tent and Fizzarolli will work with me and I'll get so much money and everything!" he started speaking so fast that I got dizzy just by listening to him, "And if you audition, I'll hire you! Well...ok, maybe..."
"I-" That was kind of a dumb plan, but I really didn't want to hurt my only friend so far, "Yeah, that sounds nice..."
"AND, everybody from all the rings will come, the CHERUBS will come, everybody from that living world will come just to see my circus! I'll be the clown, the boss, everything!"
I smiled, sort of jealous that he was already so confident in what he'd be, while I didn't even know if I wanted to pursue this sky prophecy job. How lucky he must be to be born as a IMP and not a Goetia! "Well..I'm sure you'd be a hell of a boss if you did." (haha wordplay)
He grinned at me and suddenly, I felt at ease. Maybe I couldn't help the arranged marriage, but Blitzo, with all his carefree IMP wonders, definitely made me feel better.
Stella's POV
Authors Note: Finally, da moment u all have been waiting for...STELLAS POV SO THAT SHE ISNT ONE-DIMENSIONAL SUCKERS IKHD:JSLWKLDS
I remember the day my hellish world turned upside down.
Well sure, it wasn't good to begin with (I mean, it's hell) but I remember the exact moment when Dad came up to me and motioned me to another room. I was already pissed as I was playing with Marquis, but usually, it was just some dumb shit like "Can you please turn on the light?" or "Where is my shoes?" or godforsaken, "Can you please just do your job Stella?! You act like a little fuckish IMP!"
I've heard a lot over the years about IMPs. Never met one, but the horror stories of them were enough to me. It was clear, IMPs were disgraces to the whole of Hellaverse and I wanted nothing to do with them. I swear to Satan, the one guaranteed thing that will absolutely destroy my self-esteem was if somebody compared me to an IMP...
Ugh. Just saying it disgusts me.
Although I am kind of curious on how IMPs really were like those horror stories..
No, NO Stella! IMPs are bad, disgusting creatures. Everyone knows that!
"STELLA! COME DOWN NOW OR I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS!"
I went down to meet Dad, "Yes..?"
He sighed, "Look Stella, I'm just gonna make this quick. You know how fucking useless Marquis is..."
Marquis? Marquis was annoying, but he was definitely not useless! "What are you going on about?"
He feathered himself with his hands, "Look, the only reason that son of a bitch is still here is because we waited too long and now no shit wants him. You're pretty, that's for sure...but he used to be so handsome..." he got out a tissue and started wiping his tears.
I stepped away, "Uhh-"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME OR YOU'RE JUST AS GOOD AS AN IMP!!!" he boomed.
I snapped back into serious mode. There was no way I was going to be compared to a IMP today, "Yes dad. What are you saying though..?"
He took out a photograph of one of the higher goetian princes, I think it was a owl breed, "This is your fiance."
My world immediately froze at that moment, "A...fiance? I'm 10-"
He blabbed on and on about how this would be good for me, for him. "For our family Stella!" he exclaimed, gleeming, "Do you not want your own family to be happy? Are you going to be a little IMP about this?"
"But-" we were Goetias! Sure, this owl-prince's family might be a tad bit richer, but we were the highest rank in the whole of the Hellaverse! We were happy! "Tha- that doesn't matter! The rich part-"
"Look here, I agree he looks like a owl stickman, but he gets us money and people who don't work hard for money tend to be stupid anyways. You'll still be able to run your own palace, and all the other shitty dreams you have."
I kept arguing with him, and he kept bringing up the same arguments, and after a while, I gave up. No point in arguing with him anyways. As I reluctantly went up to deliver Marquis this devastating news, I looked back at him, my eyes glowing red in anger, "You'll regret this."
He ignored me and started whistling under his breath, and I was so mad that I ran up and ignoring Marquis, ran past our playroom and slammed the door so hard little bits of white came off.
Why?! Why would he DO this to me?! I didn't know he cared that much about money! I didn't know he hated Marquis just because he couldn't win over some dumb wife. He won over me! Shouldn't that be enough?
The next few months after that went so slow I thought I would shrivel up and die in a hole before this marriage. Not that I didn't want to shrivel up and die. It was better than getting MARRIED at AGE 9 (idk, ima assume this was child marriage i read too much wikis for this -_-). The only thing that has kept me sane till now was Marquis and his silly goofy personality. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done without him.
Then the day came.
The Marriage.
My knees were weak as I walked alongside the aisle to meet this new "husband" of mine, who's name I learnt was "Stolas". Kind of a dumb name, if you asked me. Anyway, I didn't even pay attention, and Stolas didn't look too happy to get married either.
The only words I spoke (or mumbled, I guess) was "Yeah I accept" when the sinner asked if I accepted to sell my life for this weird looking owl dude. Not that I actually accepted, but because Dad would beat the living shit out of me if I said no. And Mum wouldn't interfere with it.
But just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, Marquis pulled me aside, "Stella," he started.
Oh Satan. "What," I asked.
Marquis looked down, disappointed, and I immediately regretted my actions, "Wait, Marquis, I didn't mean to make you feel ba-" but I said that at the same time as he said something, the only word I caught was "family" "Wait, what did you say?"
"You know how the tradition with Goetian marriages go..."Marquis's eyes darted around, a sign of nervousness. Marquis was never nervous.
Suddenly, I got a very bad feeling about this. "Yeah...?"
"Er- um, how do I tell this-" he stuttered, then finally managed to choke out, "You're going to be living with their family now."
I froze, "Wha- what do you mean?"
"I mean that, all contacts you can get of us is now restricted. You can only meet me and Mum and Dad once a year. You're going to be, literally, part of Stolas's family now," he sighed, "I don't decide the rules Stella. But that's how we have to play by."
I was so mad, I couldn't even yell. I guess it was more of a sad-angry, to be honest. A single tear flowed down my face, "You- you aren't saying..I won't be able to see you again-?"
He didn't respond, but silence is a loud bitch sometimes.
Well then, you can probably assume how I reacted, but I don't want to make you gauge your eyes out of boredom here. We don't want another soul in hell now, do we?
So let's skip to the part where it gets a little bit more drama-filled (ah, don't we all just love drama?)
So in that case...
-25 years later-
Ok, Stella here again.
In case you thought that life would have gotten somewhat better for me after a quarter of a century, let me clear the news for you, it didn't.
In fact, with all the shit that Stolas did to me, my life became even more hell. It's probably even more hellish than a pathetic IMPs life at this point.
His skinny ass was so bad in the bedroom, it was honestly pathetic. No wonder he couldn't get anyone. He had the most annoying accent and it made me want to rip my ears out the moment somebody even mentioned him.
Oh, you want to know how bad he was? He got me pregnant ONCE. Yeah you heard me right, ONE time! No twins or triplets or anything. And she came out looking like the ugliest Ars Goetia female owl I ever seen, I thought at first she was just another one of my shits.
Multiple times, I have tried so HARD to get away from this toxic marriage. I got the papers, Stolas tried so hard to get away from me too. But Stolas's father refused, "Do you want the poor girl to have divorced parents? What is her name..Octavia, is it not?"
And Stolas eventually stopped even bothering to talk with me, and instead went to do his duties with Octavia, our daughter that looked like the ugly shit.
I scoffed. Well, if he didn't want a divorce, then I would stay. But I'm certainly not helping this ugly ass poor excuse of a owl Ars Goetia bitch. He's the reason why I got taken away from my family. My childhood!
Marquis.
You couldn't blame me after hearing all about it. And everywhere Stolas went, he blamed ME for being a bad wife. A bad mother.
Narcissistic, wasn't he? HE didn't have to get taken away from his family at such a young age!
So naturally, after wasting my life with this narcissistic bitch, I figured I deserved a reward for this.
And that was...a "Not Divorced" party.
I know, I know, that's a pretty pathetic name for a party, but I have dealt with so much of Stolas's shit right now that I was so tired from all of this. Plus, it was fitting, no?
The Not-Divorce Party
Stellas POV...still (i promise i'll change it soon TvT)
The day FINALLY came! I was determined to make this party one of the best days of my fuckish hellish life, the day that ruined my life 25 sad years ago was going to be the BEST today!
A lot of guests attended, probably because they felt so sorry for me having to fuck his scrawny twig ass.
"Well, I'm glad that one egg fell out of me so I could stop pretending I like to fuck that owl-wannabe-IMP! I swear, all he does is stare at the wall like a depressed old man and I have to do everything, it's pathetic!"
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Stolas eyeing me, then the banner, and back to me. He seemed...hurt.
Ha! He really thought I'd give a shit about his feelings?! After ruining my life? Pouring myself some alcohol, I walked away from his ass. No need to ruin this party.
And as I walked away, I caught him SNARLING at me! Oh please, what did he think he was, a hellhound?
Fuck. I hated hellhounds too.
As I sat and enjoyed the wine with my acquaintances, I saw my bodyguards carry this small, pointy headed demon. He was red with a little white patch on his face.
"Majesty," the bodyguards said, "We caught an IMP lurking around in the property. What shall we do with him?"
IMP? Oh hell nah, I was not in the mood to deal with STOLAS, much less an IMP. "Go show it to Stolas. He'll order you bitches what to do."
They took him away and I swirled my wine around, not giving a second thought about it. I was too drunk anyway...
Blitzo's POV:
Hey authors note: Even tho adult Blitzo swears a lot, im gonna try to keep it to a minimum here. Ofc there'll be swearing cuz ur literally reading a helluva boss thing but i wont use as much f bombs :) yw
This was embarrassing.
Ok sure, maybe it wasn't the best idea to sneak in to a Goetia's palace and try to steal a Grimoire anyway. BUT what did you expect me to do?! Go to the entrance and like, ask for that shit?
Hell nah, you won't catch me dead doing that. Those Goetias are narcissistic assholes, you think they would allow some IMP like me to go in there and be like "So umm can I have that Grimoire that owl-boy which I don't even know his fucking name not that I give a fuck but like can I have it pweese owo" without getting their asses kicked or having some unholy IMP sacrifice or some shit? (thats literally how much swears there r in a sentence in helluva lmfao)
I hated my life, but this was the ABSOLUTE worst time to get killed! Mainly because...
Why he was at Stolas's house elaboration, skip if u want to the main plot
Of the assassination business we were starting (by we, I meant me, M&M, and my precious Loonyyyy)
BUT this was different! Many demons who had assassination businesses were unoriginal (r slur)s and only killed IMPs that were dumber than me or Hellhounds. And since I was an IMP myself and LOONY POOKIE BEAR was a Hellhound...yeah, we weren't gonna do that.
But Millie was so set on doing an assassination or killer type-of-work and Moxxie supported her so much and I just wanted another job that let me stay away from Fizzarolli, so assassination business it was!
Just...how to make it unique-?
I thought and thought, pacing around and probably breaking a table or two as I was thinking, when Moxxie came, "Sir?"
I whipped around, "Shut the fuck up Moxxie, I'm thinking..."
He kept annoying me (or persisting, as you weird sinners would say. Why do yall have such weird vocabulary??) probably used to my attitude by now, "Sir, I have an idea on how to make our assassination business unique."
WHAT?! I immediately shook him, as if his head would spill out the idea, "YOU TELL ME, RIGHT NOW."
Dizzy, he collapsed on the couch, and then with his eyes rolling in that cartoony way, he slurred like some old drunk man, "Renemberrr daa b-bo- bookkk yuuuu sayyy ya haw daa yay 'en uuuu wen to...oesha ouse~"
I glared at him, "What the FUCK are you even saying Moxxie-"
He stumbled across the room, "Illy~" before crashing on the floor.
I looked with him in concern for a second, then shrugged. This was normal. At least he wasn't fucking Millie in front of me.
Millie came in, "Oh, hey Blitzzz! Did Moxxie tell you about his amazing plan for us?! I TOLD YOU THE PLAN WOULD WORK! I TOLD YOU...where's Moxxie anyway-"
I eyed Moxxie's body, "He- uh- didn't get to tell me...
Millie rolled her eyes, "Oh, that's typical Mox, he'll be alright. Anyway, guess I'm the deliverer of the news then! You remember when you were talkin' about that book you saw in that Goetia's house that day?"
Oh? The owl-prince I met damn over 2 decades ago, "Yes..?"
"Well.." Millie darted her eyes from Moxxie to me, me to Moxxie, "You know how Moxxie likes to research things and find out more about them, right...?"
I couldn't stand all this follow-ups, "Ok Millie, whatever you need to say you make it fucking quick or I will murder Moxxie right in front of your bitchass."
"The thing is, Moxxie and me found out, that owl-prince was Stolas, and he owns a Grimoire."
I nodded slowly, "And..why are you telling me this-?"
"Don't you know what Grimoire's are?! They're tools to help you access the human world?! Don't you know what we can do with those?! We can see livings beings, get a taste of the human world..."
Boom. An idea just popped in my head, "Millie, I got the best fucking idea."
"Mm?"
"About our business..."
"What about it?"
"Can you stop fucking interrupting me before I lose my train of thought and then I'm gonna have to kill myself trying to remember this life-changing idea? I swear to Satan, you need to stfu sometimes Mills."
Millie paused in whatever she was about to say, "Ok Blitz..."
"SO ANYWAY before I was SO RUDELY INTERRUPTED- we can get that Grimo-ree or however the fuck you spell it, learn the spells to the living world, and for the sinners that come, most of the time, they come cause of someone else!"
Millie cocked her head, "And what does sinners have to do with us-?"
"Think about it! We're experts at killing, we're hellborns for Satan's sake! Sinners can become clients for US and since we'll learn to get in the human realm, we'll be the most bestest, uniquest...er- BESTEST company out there!"
Millie beamed with excitement, "You got it Blitz! Though...how are we supposed to get the Grimoire thingy..?"
We both looked to Loona, where she was lighting up another cigarette, "Loony~" I cooed, "You got any ideas?"
She smoked it and took it out, making me want to gag, "What."
"Loony, you gotta pay attention when people are talking. I'm asking about the Grimoire. How to get it?"
She sighed, then tapping her claws on the table, she said, "Just steal the Grimoire dad. Not that hard."
"I am not going into that rich fucker's palace- you really thought I was that stupid?"
"Yes."
Well, I was beat 2 (technically 3 because Moxxie only gives a damn about Millie's opinions) to 1. And eventually, I found myself in front of the palace, about to steal a fucking Grimoire.
Well, this was fine. This wasn't the worst job I've done. Quietly, I snuck through the window, and then...
Wait, where WAS the Grimoire?! This palace was fucking humongous.
As I was silently panicking, these 2 pathetic excuses of a bulldog came and grabbed me by their arms. I was too scared to even hear what they were saying. I was taken to some big-bird queen, then was taken to another person.
Slap "You better look up, IMP."
I looked up.
And I could not believe what I saw.
It was the owl-boy, the one I was bought out to play with over 20 years ago. I could tell by his red eyes and his contrasting fur, and he somehow kept lean. However, the only difference was that he seemed a little more sad looking, and he was TALL
I am not kidding, this dude was like 70'11. I looked like a fucking red and white smurf compared to this guy.
He looked at me...the bird-lady...the ugly-ass bulldogs..."Leave him with me."
"I'll handle him accordingly."
He snapped his long fingers, "Follow me," and scared, I actually did. I didn't have a choice now, did I? Knowing my luck, there were probably ugly-ass hellhounds everywhere. Swear to Satan, I hate hellhounds...
EXCEPT MY PRECIOUS LOONY OF COURSE! insert puppy-dog eyes and cute blitzy <3
Of course, I got snapped out of my "uwu loony i wove fwurries uwu" phase when I saw 2 photographs. One was with the tall owl-boy and the bird lady, and the other was with a owl/bird hybrid kid *Huh? Since when did he have a kid? You're not telling me that he FUCKED THAT UGLY ASS?!**
Stolas led me into a room, that looked awfully familiar, "Step in here, IMP."
Did he not remember who I was? His "first friend"? I stepped inside carefully, and WHAM! the even taller door shut. And then Stolas looked at me, trying to intimidate me.
Scared, I started blurting out random shit, "Uh so like I wasn't really knowing what I was doing ahaha-"
I know why you're here.
Oh Satan. "You- you do-?" this was it huh? I was going to be part of some unholy IMP sacrifice?
Yes... and I backed away, awaiting my fate, "You were trying to fuck me, weren't you?!"
I craned my neck, trying to understand what the fuck he just blurted out, "Umm..."
"I see! You just wanted love! I can relate, it gets a bit boring around here...hold on, I remember you!"
He- what? Remembers me?! "Wha- what- huh?!"
"Well, how could I forget my best friend, my FIRST friend, my only friend?!" he gleamed, as he pulled me onto a couch, "Stolas, do you not remember me? From enjoying my company as your playmate? That fun occasion we had once, I presume it was called a 'playdate,' although I figure we should probably not recall our gatherings by that now that we have matured, so..."
Playmate? Playmate...OH! HE was the weird Owl Boy that I was bought out by Buckzo to "play with" over...20 years ago?! I remembered now! But...how the hell has he remembered me all these years?!
Blitz, don't get caught up in these silly worries. Get that Grimoire and get out of this rich fucker's palace.
"Haha, yes," he tilted his head slightly, "It has been a long time, but I have been known as being punctilious from time-to-time. It's something that has stayed with me since I was a young boy."
I nodded, cause what else are you supposed to say to that?
"Anyway, enough with the conversation. Do you have...anything..you want to do with me?"
Stolas's POV (only for like 3 sentences)
I trust that you have enough intelligence quotient (IQ) or as one might say in the living realm, street smartness, to figure out exactly what I wanted. Blitzo...I think that was his name, to fuck me.
I know, I know, I've rekindled our relationship approximately 0.83492108432934090 seconds ago, but with the fact that there was a literal "Not Divorced" party and the fact that Stella hasn't fucked me in 17 years, I was craving some love. And plus, I was forced into this marriage anyway before arriving at the wonderful enlightenment that I am sexually attracted to people of the XY chromosome (TLDR: he gay)
And with Blitzo...how could I resist that? Of course I was professional enough at being an Ars Goetia to conceal my touch-starvation, but Blitzo was different. He was my friend! And while living in a large palace, I might have stumbled on one or two of my brother's fanfictions (Haters to Friends to Lovers trope!)
I didn't mean to come off as some weird gay owl like...oh I don't know, HOOTY or another ungraceful owl (yes TOH reference) but as soon as those words slipped off my tongue, I realized how unprofessional and how much of a immature boy I sounded, "I'm sorry- uh- I mean- we don't have to if you don't want to-"
Blitzo looked around, and then got a s#xy look on his face, "Well...I mean...what do you wanna do?"
Oh shit. Was he actually supporting this? I felt my face getting hot, "Er- I- um-"
"You look like you could use a little help there," pushes legs into my- HOLY CRAP- "I'll do the job for you...I'll be your little tiny oompy IMP~"
Oh, I could not interpret THAT wrong! He definitely had feelings for me! Oh Satan, this was the best day of my li-
Blitzo's POV:
The things I have to do to get a Grimoire...sigh
As I was pushing his legs away, I secretly caught a look at the many shelves of books, and tried to remember how the Grimoire looked like.
"This is a spell book...I have to learn to use it so that I can access the human world..."
It had a golden border on it, with a navy background and a glimmering sun on its cover-
Wait. I found it.
It had suns decorating it's border, and it had a slight red mark on it, showing it was an important book. And if that wasn't an important book, what the fuck was?! My life?!
Ok, kinda dark there...
"If-" Stolas stuttered, "If I'm going to fuck you, I have to recall your name..."
Ok. Grimoire stealing time. I took his arms and climbed on the ladder (because Goetia shelves are fucking tall, what the hell do they put in their "royal" caffeine?)
"It's Blitz."
There it was, right in tail's length! I wrapped my tail around it tightly and secured it.
Alright, good! Now if I could just get out of Stolas...
"Oh, did it not have an 'O' at the end, like a clown name? I distinctively remember it-"
Oh Satan, he still remembered that? Leave that in the past Blitz...o.
"Yeah well it's Blitz now," I gulped and mumbled, and I pushed him on his bed, "So call me...Blitz~"
He was visibly falling for me, and I had no time to go with the gay lovey-dovey talk (I see enough of that with Millie and Moxxie) so I just sped up the process. Without thinking, I bit him.
He blushed so hard I thought he was dying from heat-exhaustion (hell gets pretty hot around here) "Oh- oh MY! You are so FORWARD BLITZ!"
There, got him in his gay mode. I reached down for the Grimoire so I could escape with it..."FAWK! You wanna fuck me! Oh my Sa-" I could feel him getting up.
Shit, he couldn't see this, "No- no, stay down goddamnit!"
"Oh, so you like to command, huh~" Stolas rolled over and pressed my cheeks (THIS SCENE IN THE EPISODE GOT ME DYING LMFAO) and not knowing what to say, I might have blushed a little, "Yea- yeah, I sure do..."
"Oh, so you're a little kinky IMP are you?" and having no shame, he started BOINKING me with his @ss, "You like when I talk to you dirty huh? Well, ok then. I want you to (BLEEP) me with your slimyyy (BLEEP) and get it in me all the way in (BLEEP) GET IT IN ALL THE WAY (BLEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP) GET IT IN ALL THE WA-"
Could this guy SHUT UP for a minute? Though I was impressed, he managed to get his dirty talk censored in hell..but I could admire that later. I went to my last option, tying him up and blindfolding him so that he couldn't see me go with the Grimoire. As I finished, Stolas moaned (yes, moaned) "Oh, I never had anyone want me this way~"
I took it and started walking towards the balcony.
"And to think it was my first ever friend!"
I tried to tune it out by singing to myself, "I got this book, this fucking heavy book-" and before I knew it, I was in the balcony, and I TRIPPED OVER THE RAILS!
Ok, now I was pissed. How the fuck are Goetians so freaking tall and they can't even build a good rail?!
I pushed my face off the cake, to see this hilarious same bird-lady staring at me. So SHE must be Stolas's ugly ass wife. And even though I was an IMP, I was always told to talk to whoever I made eye contact with as to not
seem rude.
So I did, "Sorry I fucked your husband!" and scurried away to the bushes, where Millie, Moxxie, and Loona were waiting for me.
Stella's POV:
Was that a IMP that messed up my cake?!
I rubbed my eyes, trying to see if I hallucinated or something. After all, other than the weird pointy-headed IMP that I saw like 15 minutes ago, I've never met an IMP before. I looked at Damien (I made up a name) to see if I was just acting weird.
He had a disgusted look on his face too. Yup, I was not hallucinating. There really was an IMP that just felling onto my FUCKING CAKE!
But how was that IMP even there?! I looked up to see where he fell from, and squinting, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Stolas's Balcony.
Well, ok, I'd be blabbing if I said I wasn't totally expecting this since he was a bitchass anyway (see last Stella POV) but the fact it was an IMP...my blood boiled. How DARE he!
I sacrificed my family, my comfort, basically my LIFE for marrying this guy! And he still betrays me by...replacing me with a IMP! "Sorry I fucked your husband?"
"SORRY I FUCKED YOUR HUSBAND?!?!"
What the hell was wrong with his standards?! When I saw his scrawny twig ass stumble outside, I couldn't contain my anger anymore, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT STOLAS?!"
He smirked (the audacity!) and he grabbed ahold of the "Not Divorced" banner.
"THAT- WAS THE SOUND..."
He took one of his hands close to his body...
"OF A FAWKING DIVORCE!!!"
And ripped the banner.
I don't think I've ever gotten so mad before. I couldn't even speak, my fists just shook in pure frustration.
Stolas stumbled away, still crazy laughing.
Now
Stolas's POV:
That was 3 months ago since the...erm, incident happened, and if you presumed that it would somehow get better for me, let me clear it up. It's hell. It doesn't get better. One doesn't need to be a Goetian to understand that.
I was still married to that toxic abuser, and quietly, I was singing to myself about how much pain I have endured. That's when Stella came in, "I heard you singing."
By the means of the devil, she has sensitive hearing.
I nodded quietly, "Yes, I was."
"Was it about us?"
"No."
"Liar. Filthy, pathetic, liar," she paced around, "I thought you changed Stolas. I really had. But here you are, screeching your silly woes. At least keep it in your head if your trying to victim-blame yourself, it's annoying."
I silently growled under my breath. I wasn't the type to get furious, but "victim-blaming"? She's become too cynical for her own good, "Then...why are you still here? You always hated me, hell you even threw a whole party just for surviving me. What's stopping you from getting a divorce?"
She paused. Her eyes became big, "Hah. Why I stay here? Maybe it's for the good for the Goetians. My family would think good of me. What shame we would bring to the Goetia family if we got...a divorce..." she shivered.
Shame? As if she cared one bit about shame! She threw a whole "Not Divorced" party, if that wasn't the least bit dishonorable thing any royal could do. And she hasn't even mentioned Via! Our own daughter. Another reason to get a divorce.
Stella's POV:
I could see Stolas getting madder and madder, "Well, the only reason we were even ARRANGED to marry was to birth a precautionary heir! The only reason I was here," he gestured his arm out to the balcony, "was for that girl to have a normal life!"
There he went, blabbing with his big mouth and big words that no one cared about again, "And Via is an excuse for CHEATING ON ME WITH AN IMP?!"
"I don't give a damn whether it's an IMP or one of the 7 sins! All you did for 25 years of this marriage was tormenting me! Traumatizing Via! Via was the ONLY reason I tormented your cruelty!"
Oh, so I'm now the cruel one here? When he clearly didn't put as much time into our relationship and only took advantage of me for Via. He didn't even care what MY family thought!
Before getting taken away from Marquis and my actual family, Marquis gave a slight smile, like I know you are in quite a dismal mood now, but this will work. He's destined to be the king to your already successful royalness.
Make me proud Stella. Don't fuck this up, please. For me and Mum and Dad.
I explained all of this to him, "That was the only reason I HAVE stayed with you!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR BROTHER THINKS!" he finally yelled at me (he's more of the time to sternly talk) "WE ARE DONE! I WANT YOU OUT! OUT OF THIS PALACE, OUT OF MY LIFE!"
He dare insulted my brother and our marriage...how could he. This was a new low, even for him, "Are you crazy?! What has gotten into you Stolas! What will the rest of the Goetia family think of us?!"
He looked down, staying silent. I didn't speak, I was too provoked at him. Then he sternly spoke, "The only reason the Goetia family arranged us two was to birth an heir. And that heir is already 17," he stood up, straightened his back, "So it's over Stella. We. Are. Done."
I processed what was just said to me. Then finally, knowing I couldn't win this argument, I went back inside, "Fine, I have no use to be in the same room as an traitorous embarrassment," and turning around, I uttered, "Already, you have fallen from what little grace you had. And you'll pay for it," I closed the door.
That was a promise.
Octavia's POV:
I ducked as Mum walked into her room.
Mum saw me anyway, "Whatever are you doing here, Via?"
"I-"
"Go to bed, that's an order."
Well, it was quite dark anyway. Holding my book in one hand, I sighed as I plopped on my bed.
So it was true. Mum and Dad were getting a divorce. It's not like it was a surprise to me anyway. On the weekend trips, Mum always talked about her "real family" and how Dad had taken that away from her, and Dad always told me how narcissistic Mum was.
I read enough books to know how this would end.
It wasn't like it would affect me though. Mum would still talk shit about Dad. Dad would still talk shit about Mum. It wouldn't change a thing.
I slid my bookmark into my book, "The False Prince" (the writer is actually reading that haha). It was one of the books Dad got from the human realm. The main character complains that he is poor and lives in orphanages. I'm royal and yet, I still hate it.
Funny how different some people's perspectives are.
Thinking about the human realm, I remembered Dad, and then I remembered something that Dad had once said to me.
Someday Via... he had told me, Someday around your 18th birthday, there is something in the human realm called a "shooting star". It isn't visible from hell since the sky is far too red, but in the living world, it is light blue and navy blue and...it's just so precious to look at!
Are the stars here not enough? What's so special about this Dad?
It goes "woosh" in the air! A very rare phenomenon, I must say! Extremely beautiful and he had cupped my face with his hands, When the time comes, I would have definitely studied enough about the Grimoire to take you there at ease. You can see the stars...
I smiled at the memory, and it was special especially since the date he had promised was tomorrow. Hopefully at least, this divorce has made him happier. Hopefully he will bring me to see the stars tomorrow.
Surely he would have studied the Grimoire enough by now.
...Right?
DA END OF "THE CIRCUS" REWRITE!
Heya! It's Deetya again! Soooooooo...if you stuck along this long, tytyty!!!!!
I'll prob just write this as a side-job everyday, so you can expect the updates for the rest of the eps to be abt the same pace. I have school, family, and other irl stuff to juggle and nobody ik irl reads this TvT (also nobody irl likes helluva boss soooo)
You can move on to the "Seeing Stars" note, or go back to the main note to see other rewrites, cuz this is a helluva long note (haha wordplay again)
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Update Status: Finished!!!