Chapter 107

Another one!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

Stolas sighs in annoyance with the machine by his side. Honestly think it ridiculous to be hooked up to a heart monitor.  The medics want to make sure his levels are checked, fine and accounted for. Glance at his leg in a cast, a few wraps over his rip area, and hook up to a blood bag. His shoulder still heals like there wasn't a stab wound at all.

Besides the familiar phantom pain. That blessed blade comes down again and again. That will stick to Stolas for a long time.

Glance at his new phone while he ignores the flowers all around him. Get good gifts from those who really don't care. Just to show off, get in his favor or know he is thought of by soon to be separate family. Back to his phone.

Just finished texting with Octavia that he awakes. Talk with the Doctor he'll be back home soon. His poor daughter shouldn't have to worry about this. It took a lot of convincing, once he got a phone, to tell her not to come here. Just to stay at home with the servants. Not go outside. Was a bit upset when he asked if her mother or uncle called her. Got a no besides a small text from Andrealphus. Just telling her to call Uncle if she needs anything or wants him over. Slightly annoying to Stolas but it'll have to do for now. Along with making a call to one of his legions to keep an eye on home. If Octavia does leave to keep a close watch. He also didn't want paparazzi to attack his daughter if she did come see him in the hospitals of the Sloth ring. Quite a vicious cruel group they can be. Anything to get power. How 666 with Katie Killjoy still able to work after the disastrous interview with the Princess. No one knows. Besides talks about Lucifer just didn't see the news that day.

Smile a bit at the text back with Via. Along with attachment of her to his plants. Miss him greatly.

Another was with Blitz. That really shocked them. Telling him to get better soon. He texts back immediately the same back to him along with crew. A few texts between the pair of the state of the other injuries.

Both sides were very lucky not life threatening, or broken. I will just be out for a while. Besides, Stolas broke leg.

Would have asked about Moxxie but held back.

One, just wanted to make sure their attention was on Blitz on the texting.

Two didn't feel appropriate besides asking how they were doing. Which Blitz couldn't answer as they had no clue as of.

Three, the texting did get serious at point of this situation and what Stolas was going to do. Reply back not sure, along with best to not text this over phone and for now he has got a phone call Striker will be staying in Wrath. Since he is arrested there, it is the ring business what to do till Stolas talks to whoever is in charge. After that just small talk. Then he got a text later from Blitzy saying how he screwed up. He didn't understand what they meant and asked him to talk about it. No, response back about it. Though he just passed out from pain meds or exhaustion.

A text with Asmodeus about the meeting that was supposed to happen. Now reschedule. Along with inappropriate GIF that he can't see anyone.

A few texts and calls from others. Some he answers. Many, he clearly ignored.

Then the text with Puppet. Moxxie. The imp beat them first how they were feeling. Get better. Ignoring or short response when Stolas asked them how they feel. Just focus on the owl prince. Not themselves. It made them conflicted about how to feel. At that moment Stolas debated to ask about Striker.

When the Prince wasn't texting, they were thinking. Thoughts on what to do next. What they should do next. What would be considered appropriate on what to do next? Stella, and possibly Andrealphus, hired the hit on him. Then they called it off to bring them back to make a deal during the divorce. Which now backfires on both ends.

From what he was told over the phone talking the 'jailer'. Nobody knows what 'Outlaw' looked like. Always made sure of that with hits. But those, along the guards that day are the only ones who know. Wants to keep it like that for now. Already reminders to not or give away visual details about 'Outlaw'. Which included him as well till they talk over what shall happen as it was their life.

It was complicated.

Lean back against the pillow as they stare at the ceiling. Eyes closed tiredly.

WHOOP

Eyes open up to see a portal open to the side. A familiar mask figure walks inside to greet them. "Puppet."

Silence from the mask being as the portal close behind. Stare at the eye ball flowers all around, with petals on the ground.

"Charming aren't they." Stolas smiled tiredly at them.

"If you like it." Look back up to them. Glance at the cast leg, the blood bag and the bruising on their face. "I'm...I shoulder have gone with them first."

"What?"

"For not getting there sooner."

"No. No, Puppet. Blitz told me why you were there. It was sweet you were helping his daughter."

Sure. Sweet. Look all around the room. Sees a lack of cameras around. Motion their hand a bit to place a protective barrier. Just never know. Plus, the window maybe be covered. Yet, paparazzi will do anything crazy to get inside. Reach out to take their mask off. Put their glasses on next. Goes to sit at the chair that was on Stolas side.

"How are you all doing?"

"Millie, Blitz will recover. Their bodies need to rest up. A few bones here and there were popped. Now pop back in place. Going a bit stir crazy in the beds. You?"

What about you? "Broken leg in the cast. Soreness In my rib areas. We did a scan and nothing else was broken. I just need to let my body rest. I did lose a bit of blood but taken care of now."

"Shoulder."

"It's fixed. That spell was wow." See their head tilt. "You must have study very hard to make a spell to heal another from a blessed weapon."

"Right. Does it." Motion their feathered shoulder.

"Physically all good but can still feel it. Like those phantom pains. It should go by eventually."

A small nod.

"How about you?"

"I'm fine."

"Fine?" Stolas frown slightly staring at the imp.

The neutral look on their face. A few moments they can remember certain expressions. Even just listening to their voice as they kept wearing the mask. Along with the times he can recall meeting Moxxie before. Then next saw a tired, sad smile with a pistol under their chin. Ready to pull at any second.

"Frogmouth?"

Snap out that vision. Sees their head tilt giving them a look. Return a smile to them "I'm all right. My mind went elsewhere. It's just what happen in the cave and- "

"It was gas here from St. An's. It did the opposite to 'help' with an issue that wasn't their concern." A small twitch. Put that in their to do list to see how to hide 'stress' if they ever come in the Ring again.

"Issues?"

"Stress detector."

"Oh! Those. Yes, it has been a few times I have talked about it. Since it was to be expected of my duties," Along with Stella and lack of choices," I was given spa options and medication. Of course, I found other ways after a while."

"That's good for you." Sees the smile with a nod.

"Yes," then their smile turns a bit sadden, "So, the gas."

"Thrown in my face. Two canisters of the gas that have this huge X mark over the letter sigma (σ)."

"Jeez. Then the side effect that we saw?"

"In simple terms yes."

"I see." Look down on the bed a bit.

"Has Little Frogmouth visit?"

"No, but we've calling. Don't need to deal with those barbarians to get through and demand an interview." Bet Stella eating that up to get quick interviews. To hear such 'tragic news's' about their separated husband. Yeah, no she would pull that stunt.

"Could portal her here?"

"The idea thoughtful. It really is but their possibility Octavia is being watched right now."

"By who?"

"Besides one my legions to keep a watch on her. I wouldn't be surprised like Stella or Andrealphus. Even if Stella is not allowed on the property. I haven't put up that sign of those two not allowed on the property either. Or my father if he actually put the effort." Face squinted up a bit like they were tasting sourness. Paimon is not someone he wants around his daughter either. Doesn't even think he knows him in the hospital. Besides the obvious proof.

"You don't want her to see you like this?"

His fist clenched the sheet a bit. "I promise her I won't leave her. I'm keeping hold to that as much as I can. Don't need her to see me weak like this."

"You're not weak- "

"Really? Your boyfriend did a fantastic job at capturing me." Stolas didn't mean to sound snappy? Angry? Prissy? Look to see Moxxie was silent.

Their expression wasn't sad but regretful.

Cover their eyes in their palms to let out a sigh. "Apologies for that."

But are you actually sorry? In the way he said it yes. But the implication on it. Not truly.

Striker did catch him. He caught him, hurt him and could have taken him down. A powerful demon like them is taken down like some savaged. Stolas was at the moment scared even when he would talk back. Press buttons that may have over done it but didn't care but survive. Then to almost get shot. While the healing spell was thoughtful. The assassin didn't do it for him but Moxxie. For putting them in that spot to choose.

Now look where they are now.

New issues to be added to the list.

"Don't have to apologize." Moxxie glance down at the floor. "Stolas you know this whole thing was set up by Stella."

"I'm very aware of that."

"Striker can help you out." See them turn their head fast. "Not to kill unless you want to do that."

"Continued."

"Striker can give you proof. Evidence. Stella hired them to kill you. It's one the rare few laws that actually is important to this ring. To kill a Goetia a crime. Even if another Goetia does the crime besides witness proof of self-defense. Then she can be arrested. Heck, even blackmail if she tries to make this divorce last longer. Striker can cooperate and- "

"No."

Moxxie whole face frozen. Then confusion in their eyes. "No?"

"No. I don't want to work with Striker." Close their eyes a bit.

"I," What? What was going on?" I don't understand. You want to get back to Stella. This can help. You have a witness. Who has proof? Evidence."

"What would he want in return? Hmm money? Protection? To not be eliminated if they cross the other."

"Just to live Stolas. After this neither of you two don't have to see the other. Striker is fine with that."

"Of course, he would be." Roll his eyes. "Not wanting to be around the things he despised."

"What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What wrong him?! You didn't see him the way he was around me Moxxie. The hatred."

"I saw- "

"You saw enough that there should be red flags. He threatens not just me. But your team as well. Two of us have children. He was ready to rip that away from either one of us to see their daughter alive." Took a deep breath to see their startled look. Just taken back by all that they are saying. "It's better he stays locked up. I will figure this out without him. Along with the one who is jailing Striker. Stella is already walking around eggshells around me until she pulls up an attack from her sleeves."

"Then you're being a fool by waiting. Patience is one thing but this." Clench their fist up tightly. "Look what happen you wait last time to finally divorce her- "

"You wouldn't understand! You're just a-"

"A what."

Stolas stopped before he said something he truly regretted. He sees the look they were getting was tiring yet acceptable. Acceptance of what they are but didn't care. "Moxxie you just don't get how this works. With the Goetias."

"Then don't work with me then. Work with the one who has position and keep Striker. Talk with them!"

"I'm already in discussion with them. Until I get a call back. It wouldn't matter. Will just see them as an imp or stick it under the rug unless they want to ask a higher being than them in the ring. Wrath will not care."

"Is that from experience or you just not wanting to work with Striker for what he did." A silent response and wasn't looking at them. Stare a long while to let out a sigh. Got off the chair, turned back and about to open a portal. "Forget it. I'll just get him out myself if none of you want to cooperate with them."

"I will tell the higher ups."

Glance at him in mild confusion.

"I will tell those of higher rank about you Moxxie."

Their eyes slowly went very wide.

"If you help Striker or get involved with this unless you are requested by another. I will tell them about your magic. How you been in space. About the planet. About those bugs. The book you made and gave to IMP. Everything!" Stolas face firm and serious as he stared at Moxxie. A slight plead in their tone to listen.

Moxxie stare at him as he didn't blink at all.

A portal opens up on the spot.

"Tell Little Frogmouth I'm not answering for a while."

Then it clicks what they just did. The horror. That threat may have been target at Moxxie to scare him. Yet, to those close who knew Puppet behind the mask. It would have been a declaration of mass genocide itself.

"You would do everything to protect your daughter. I will respect that. I will not let anything happen to ehr. Just like you promise as a father protecting their child." A low menacing tone in their threat. "I will break anyone who even dare hurt who are mine."

"Moxxie please, I'm doing this for you. I wasn't trying." Hand reaches out. Even from a distance I wanted to try and touch them. Please look back at me.

The imp glance right back at him. Then place the mask back on their face, and put the hood back over their horns.

"Get some rest Prince Stolas."

Walk inside the portal of space as it closed immediately behind.

"Moxxie." A tear slides down their cheek.

Quiet.

That is right now in space. Quiet. Not a noise being made. No, meteorite zooming passed by. A crackle of a new star being formed. It was quiet and very eerie. Unless you were floating by Moxxie.

The magic coming off them was pure rage. Sadness. Hurt. Yet, the anger that has taken over them.

Trust.

Trust slowly tears down in the middle. Yes, not all the way down but in a thin line. Yet, the thin line was only left for Octavia with the promise they made. Along with a small, small hint of possible forgiving Stolas.

Never forget.

Never forget the trust they put on Stolas that was turned against them.

Fuck, his threat.

Slash a new portal open and jump through. Touch the concrete ground. Ready for anything to be attacked with but to not hurt the other.

Nothing.

There was no one in the cell.

Where Striker?

Striker was supposed to be in here? This was the cell! Look around the empty cell. Pull out their phone to quickly type in a number. "Come on. Come on answer. "

RING!

RING!

RING!

"Moxx- "

"Where is he Medea? Where Striker?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in his cell. Where is Striker?" Fist clenched tightly as they growled.

"He had to be move Moxxie."

"Why?! He is supposed to stay here!" Run towards the pull to pull the blanket off. To find a clue or anything.

"He was going to be moved elsewhere. "

Moxxie took a few breaths as he wandered around the room.

"What happened?

"Stolas doesn't want to use Striker or his evidence against Stella!" Rip their mask off as their eyes frantically look around. "He wants to do it his way! Not asked help from his hired killer! I get it. I do! He rather Striker just be locked up for attempt against his live!"

"That is quite alarming." Medea muttered on the other side.

"No, shit!"

"Moxxie calm down- "

"Calm down! He then threatens me!"

"What?"

"He threatens me! He asked if I did anything to get Striker out, like a prison break. He will tell." Didn't realize they sat on the bed. Their tails curled up around their legs. "He will tell I'm an imp with magic. But if others find out-Anyone I start to fucken care about and he just, he just- "

"Moxxie breathe. Breathe Moxxie I need you to not cry" Medea tone firm yet soothing as he helped Moxxie through a panic attack.

"Can I go see him?"

"As of right now you can't see each other. Until this situation is over."

"But Stolas," Pull their glasses off to rub their eyes. It is just like one thing after another wants to come after them.

"I'll give the details over what was talked about. Yet, this business with the attempt assassination on Stolas. The investigation. I want you to not be involved."

"But- "

"Moxxie, can you put your hope in me?"

Head down a bit. Look at the mask with a tired expression. "I just want this all to stop. I want Rattles. I don't want anyone else to get hurt."

"It will but this will take time. Nevertheless, I want you to let me do what I can on my side. This old Doctor has many surprising tricks, little feral one."

"Shut it." Let out a little mumble as he can hear him chuckle. Weirdo troll. "But if that side can't help out. I'm doing this my way."

Consequences be damn.

"Fair enough."

"Will you see Striker again?"

"I'm actually going to be staying over here. A bit of transfer. My doctor's office already knows. Oh, I bet many going to be annoyed to go to the other medic for a while." A little happy giggle. "But yes. I shall meet him from time to time."

"Can you tell him I'm sorry?"

"Hmmm odd. Striker said a similar thing too. Along with a request."

"A request."

"Yes, but also along with something else that I agreed with it. That you should do."

"What?"

Knock!

Knock!

"Coming!" The door opens up to see Maria smile big, "Moxxie why didn't your ca-What happen?"

Moxxie staring at the mother with wide eyes lost look. Behind them was Bombproof as they held their reigns.

"Moxxie?" Took a few steps over. She touches their shoulders as her other hand holds their faces. Eyes squint in concern. "My littler feral what happened? Why do you have just Bombproof and not Striker? Is Millie, Blit-"

Moxxie drop the reigns, as he stumbles to her. He goes to hug her tightly. The whole buddy shuddered as they pressed their faces into her chest. Tears streamed down to mix with their own marks. A pair of arms wrapped around their smaller body as they were held tightly back. A hand on their head rubs the back of their head as she whispered to them.

"Bring Bombproof with you to Maria like we talked about. Tell her I'll pay her back when it is possible. Along with the whole not telling you I'm dating your child. Don't over feed him. Watch him as much as you can when you go back and forth. Also, when you see her talk. You really need your Madre right now. Will see each other again and will talk my Critter."

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Done!

*Still inside the forcefield* Yep, still kept so much pain.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!