I was going to put in a scene where Rachmiel is involved, but the chapter was already long and I didn't want to make it too long so I'm going to save that for next time. I also want to remind everyone that the "Leave It To Heaven" fanfic pilot is out and to please check it out: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37530841/chapters/93673108

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***Sixteen Years Ago***

The city of Vicemir was as corrupt of a city as you can get in Hell. Every seedy thing you can think of could be done to the point that some called it the second-worst city in the rings. Only Pentagram City was considered worse despite doing everything Vicemir did but worst. Everyone big in the city had some kind of illegal underground operation in an underground network of them. One of the biggest ones was the manufacturing and distribution of Angel Steel weapons.

Out of all the metals in the universe, none was more feared than Angel Steel. The blessed weaponized material used by Heaven's armies to slay their demonic foes was what radiation was to humans. For demons, death wasn't a big deal since most reincarnated into a new body or, if they were strong enough, reformed themselves over time depending on how messy their deaths were. But if one was killed with Angel Steel? It was a permanent end into the void from which there was no return. It was illegal for anyone without proper authority from the Royal Family to hold such weapons, original or modified, but that didn't stop demons from doing so. Especially when there was money to be made in it.

In Vicemir, the biggest dealer of such weapons was none other than the mayor himself: Mayor Heckhopps. A scumbag even among scumbags whose opponents in the last election all dropped out as the voting day drew near or mysteriously ended up dead in "accidents." Only one candidate left when the time came, and thus Heckhopps won by default. Most didn't know how he could get such weapons so quickly after Extermination Day, primarily since the material was known to disintegrate after fourty-eight hours of use unless you were quick to stabilize it. The answer, of course, came from imp slave labor.

Technically, it wasn't "slavery," but it might as well have been named that. Mayor Heckhopps would find poor and desperate imps needing large amounts of cash for some reason or another (Usually debts or drug addictions) that were willing to risk their lives for payment. He would offer them big checks in exchange for collecting the angelic weapons both during and after the hours of the Exorcists killing spree. Naturally, this often left more than half of the desperate imps killed either by the angels themselves or by demons seeking to get the materials as well. Those that did bring the material in, while still breathing, were rewarded with a promise of double payment if they returned next year for another run, which most of them often did. However, Mayor Heckhopps would always make sure the repeaters were killed first and so on each year. It was a cruel yet clever scheme that nobody caught on to, save for those seeking to give imps their true freedom.

Running across rooftops, jumping from building to building, were two figures in black sneak suits that covered their bodies while wearing ski masks. A set of night vision goggles were covering their eyes, but the one thing that distinguished them was their black and white horns coming out of their heads. The two imps paused upon reaching the edge of the building they were on and focused instead on the one across the street. It was far too wide to jump, but that was why they had brought equipment to deal with it.

The taller imp removed the large duffel bag on his shoulder and placed it down before opening the zipper. A large grappling hook launcher, big enough to hoist on the shoulder, was prepped up before taking aim. The launcher shot a giant hook with a thick rope attached with a pull of the trigger. It landed on the roof of the building before locking in place. Setting up the legs of the launcher, the taller imp placed it on the ground as the shorter one took a screw gun and began to pin the launcher in place to make sure it would stay tight. Once they tested the strength of the cable, the two imps hooked themselves onto the rope while the smaller one made sure the large black briefcase in his hands was safely strapped to his back.

After counting to three, the two zipped down the cable and across the busy street unbeknownst to the crowds below. Once they landed on the roof, they quickly unhooked themselves and made for a nearby roof door that they picked open before drawing their silenced pistols.

"Overlord, this is ACDD-110109200512," the taller imp said, communicating to the headset inside of his ski mask. "We've landed on the roof. How much time do we have?"

"Still twenty minutes until the convoy gets near your location," A female voice replied on the other end. "Mother says she wants you there in ten minutes. Will you need your candies ?"

"Negative, I don't see the need for them," ACDD-110109200512 said before nodding to his shorter partner. The two went inside and down the stairs while keeping their guns ready.

They went past multiple floors until they got to the one they wanted and soon picked the lock to open it. A male janitor was down the white corridor among the various office rooms, whistling to himself while listening to his walkman as he mopped the floor. He was your typical sinner-looking demon with dark purple skin, small horns on his head, and bald with some black tentacles coming out of his side that had eyeballs at the end.

Neither imp wasted time firing their guns at him, killing him. They didn't even bat an eye when they walked past his corpse. Upon finding the office they needed, they opened the door for a perfect view of the street below. The smallest one opened a window while taking his large briefcase and opening it. Inside was a perfectly crafted, customized SIG SSG 3000 sniper rifle. Although typically outfitted with NATO 7.62x51 mm rounds that were perfectly capable of penetrating a target from up to nine hundred meters, this one was special. The barrel and chamber were modified to allow for more extended range and more significant caliber, especially since the gun was load not with human bullets but angelic metal-tipped ones with the rest of the brass made from hell's own top-quality gunsmiths. It was a gift from his father after he took down his first target six years ago, and he had used it for every hit since.

The smaller imp quickly took off his goggles and mask, revealing his young teenage face with red skin, white freckles, and short white hair. His older brother, ACDD-110109200512, had also taken his headgear off while holding binoculars to his eyes to gaze down at the street below. The shorter imp clicked the earpiece in his ear. "This is ACDS-131524240905. We're in place."

"Copy. ACDD-110109200512 , are your explosives ready?"

"Planted and ready as always," ACDD-110109200512 answered while pulling out a detonator in his hands. "Civilian casualties are to be expected in a high number."

"Mother says that any form of civilian loss is acceptable. Focus on eliminating the target."

"Copy, Overlord," ACDD-110109200512 answered before turning and nodding to his little brother.

ACDS-131524240905 took his rifle and got in place before remaining perfectly still. Neither of the two said anything as they kept their focus on the street below. Nothing changed save for the numerous moving cars and demons going about their evening, not knowing that there was a fiery death waiting to happen underneath them.

"ACDH-181524242500 told me that Mother and Father have a special assignment planned for you. Apparently, you're going to go undercover?" ACDD-110109200512 said with a small snort. "Isn't that more suited for ACDI-080118120525?"

"The task requires someone young. Since I'm the youngest, I have to go," ACDS-131524240905 answered.

"Who's the target?"

"It's actually a school that's the overall target," ACDS-131524240905 said as he adjusted his scope while taking notice of the shift in the wind. "It's the Sirenis Musical Academy for Gifted Students. They're opening their doors to lower-class ranked demons for image purposes. Mother and Father want me to be there as a student."

"I take it all those music lessons you've been taking in your spare time are going to be worth something," ACDD-110109200512 replied with a snort before grinning. "If you can impress them, that is."

"We've already bribed the judges," ACDS-131524240905 answered before smirking back. "Not that I needed it. Besides, I'm way better at singing than you. The last time you tried signing was at the Hellmas Party the army was hosting in Wrath, and you got booed off the stage while wearing half a dozen tomatoes on your shirt."

"I liked that shirt too. Fucking hillbillies wouldn't know good music even if it came out of their tractors," ACDD-110109200512 said before he looked through the binoculars again. "I see the cars. The Mayor's car is in the middle with two armored cars in the front and three on the back."

"Ready," ACDS-131524240905 said.

Taping his earpiece, the older imp said, "Overlord. Target is in sight. Ready to initiate explosions."

"Greenlight, ACDD."

With a single press of a button, the entire street lit up like fireworks. From even their position high in the building, they could hear the dying screams and panic below as body parts were blown apart. Cars were turned over and exploded into fireballs. Shattered glass and ruined rubble rocked the streets as the piping from below burst and water showered down upon the confused, downtrodden, and dead. Neither of the two imps paid any attention to it, nor did they feel anything in their hearts.

Father and Mother had made it clear that anyone who wasn't them was an enemy, even the civilians or other imps that refused to fight for their cause. For freedom to be realized, they had to eliminate the entire system, which meant getting their hands dirty. Civilians were acceptable targets in the eyes of the I.R.A. because they were complacent with the unjust system and benefited from the hard work of the imp population while giving nothing in return. They didn't care where their food, clothing, and other material items came from or who worked to provide them. They just wanted it.

Meanwhile, those who were imps like them but refused to fight for their freedom or social change were also enemies. So many were blind and enslaved to the idea that working for the corrupt system was an "honor" or "duty" they had to do for the greater sake of the realm. The imp population was the largest among all the natural-born demons, with only sinners coming close to outmatching them, but they didn't count due to being originally human. They could easily take over the rings if they united as a single army. Yet, they were just cogs in the machine that fed off of imp blood. Willing to sacrifice themselves for a corrupt and unjust society that treated them like shit. Because of this, neither of the two brothers cared about the dead imps on the street either.

But none of these demons matter. What mattered was their target. The main vehicles they were hoping to get were also hit by the explosives, but the center one had flipped over and was still intact. A figure slowly crawled out of the back, covered in broken glass and blood. He looked like a pink demonic rabbit with wide cartoonish eyes and big bucked teeth while looking around in shock and terror.

"Damn, he survived," ACDD-110109200512 muttered with a sigh. "I guess lady luck isn't with me today. Yours for the taking, little bro."

ACDS-131524240905 didn't even respond. He was already going through his calculations for the right shot while slightly adjusting his aim ever so slightly. When he was absolutely sure he had a perfect shot, he pressed the trigger. Nearly a second later, Mayor Heckhopps had his head jerked back with a perfect-sized hole right through his forehead as he stumbled for a bit before the body collapsed like a puppet without strings.

"Target eliminated," ACDS-131524240905 responded.

"Overlord, this is ACDD-110109200512. Target is down. Repeat. Target is down."

"Overlord copies. Get out of there and make for the safehouse. Extraction in sixteen hours."

ACDS-131524240905 was about to remove his sniper rifle when he paused upon seeing something that made him halt. A figure from the wrecked mayor's car was crawling out, barely half the size of ACDS-131524240905 himself. He adjusted his scope and zoomed in closer only to see a similar furred demon, a young girl, sobbing as she rushed over to her fallen daddy and hugged his body. She kept shaking him and screaming as if she was trying to get him to get up, but the pool of blood around his head made it clear that wasn't going to happen.

She wasn't a target, so there was no need to kill her. She wasn't even crucial, so ACDS didn't even need to focus on her. Her tears didn't matter to him since her father was just a means to an end to get control of his angel weapon shipments.

So why was it that he couldn't stop looking?

"ACDS?" The younger imp jolted from his thoughts and turned to his confused older brother. "Something wrong?"

"...No," ACDS-131524240905 said as he began to pack up. "I was just checking to make sure he was dead."

The two imps were soon gone, with nobody ever knowing it was them.

***Present***

"Moxxie?" Millie said, which snapped her husband out of his daydream before he quickly glanced at her.

He quickly remembered that he wasn't alone in the room and nearly reached for his gun while preparing to throw Millie into the hallway to take his brother down. Said brother was still standing there, smiling as if he was just having a typical happy day, but his eyes showed a similar look Moxxie knew. The same look all his siblings had whenever he faced them: utter hatred. It wasn't much of a surprise, considering Moxxie killed more than half of them by himself while being the leading cause of the rest of their deaths.

Moxxie's mind quickly went into overdrive, and he started thinking in a manner he hadn't mentally thought of in over nine years. He hasn't killed Millie yet, and he hasn't tried to kill me. He obviously hasn't told her the truth about us and, instead, just has her think he's my long-lost brother back from the dead. He's most likely armed but even more likely to have explosives on him. Ones that can kill us all if I try something. Options?

Options 1: Shoot Him Right Now

Negative. He's got a deadman switch on, most likely. The moment his heart stops beating, something goes off, and we go down with him. If it's just a tiny explosion, I can save Millie and take the blow, but chances are he took something big that could take the entire apartment complex down.

Option 2: Run Away With Millie

Negative. I didn't see any traps when I came back up, but he still could have hidden some. He might also have people outside ready to come in at his go or right now. Millie would also not understand and hesitate to run as fast as possible. Even if we were to run, if he's got candy on him, that decreases the chances.

Option 3: Knock Him Out

Negative. He's better at close range than me, even if his specialization was explosives. Millie might take him out, and the two of us could definitely do it, but does he have candy again? He has that, and we're dead. I would also have to explain to my wife in five seconds or less that my brother wants to kill me, which would lead to a whole other bunch of shit I'm not ready to talk about.

Option 4: Disable, Stun, or Distort Him

Negative. No flashbangs, stun, or stinger grenades. Of all the days to just carry a single pistol. My luck sucks.

Option 5: Play Along

Possible. It looks like he doesn't want to cause trouble, for now, but what if it's a means to lower my guard?

"So shocked to see me, brother, that you can't give me a hug?" Tyson said as he opened his arms, and tears started to fall from his cheeks while smiling big. Fake tears and a fake smile, but every one of them had been trained to do it.

No other choice. Option 5 it is.

" Brother!" Moxxie screamed with joy and shock as he launched himself to his brother. Knowing he had to make it look real to his wife, he started openly sobbing and gripping his brother's chest. He immediately felt the wires and explosives underneath his current attire. "I...I...I can't...you... I thought you were dead!"

"Six inches to the left, and I might have been," Tyson said, which made Moxxie inwardly curse himself. "I thought you were dead too, bro. Imagine my surprise when I learned you were alive and well."

Moxxie then looked up at his brother with a big cheerful smile. "W-What about the others?! Are they alive?!"

Tyson sighed as he shook his head. "No...they're gone...I'm sorry, Moxxie...but we're all that's left of our siblings..."

Moxxie could feel his brother's grip on his wrist increasing while the younger imp just showed his teeth with a bright smile. "It's okay...I'm sure things will work out between us..."

"Oh, I hope they do too," Tyson said with an equally matching grin.

Millie sniffed and soon hugged the two of them. "Oh, Satan bless us! This is great! First, I find out that I'm gonna be a mama, and then I find out I have a brother-in-law! Oh, Moxxie, isn't this great news?"

"...the best," Moxxie whispered before kissing his wife. "Our lives have never been better."

"Oh, I feel things are going to be quite better for us all soon," Tyson said as he put his hand on Moxxie's shoulder. "There is a lot we need to do to catch up, but I'm afraid I have to go at the moment."

"What?! But you just got here! At least stay for dinner! Moxxie makes a mean pasta dish!" Millie pouted. "I also want to know more about what you were all like as kids! What your siblings and parents were like! Everything!"

"Sorry, but due to being believed dead for so long, I have to deal with government paperwork," Tyson said with a heavy sigh. "But I'll be sure to come back soon. We've got a lot to learn about each other. Don't we?"

"Well, let me escort you down the hall at least?" Moxxie said while opening the door. "Least I can do so we can stay in contact."

"I'll come to...oh...ohhhh..." Millie winced as she hugged her stomach. "On second thought, maybe I should go to the bathroom. Baby's getting queasy..."

"Heh, Mom was like that too when she had Moxxie," Tyson said with a chuckle. "He always was the problem child."

"At least I had a better head on my shoulders than the rest of you," Moxxie joked with a fake chuckle, but he could see his brother's hand twitching. Turning to his wife, Moxxie said, "You should head over to the bathroom before you make a mess of things, honey."

"Y-Yeah," Millie said before hugging Tyson. "It was nice meeting you, Tyson. Please come back as soon as possible."

"I will. Don't worry," Tyson said as they hugged before Millie rushed over to the bathroom.

The moment the door closed, Moxxie pulled out his pistol and pointed it right at Tyson's temple. "Five seconds to tell me why I don't kill you right now."

"Deadman switch," Tyson said with a snort before looking at his brother with a raised eyebrow. "Come on, you really think I would walk up here without four backup plans? Mom and Dad taught us better."

"Mom and Dad taught us to be terrorists and pawns in their sick little crusade," Moxxie growled as he continued to keep his gun focused on all times at his big brother. Deadman switches or not, he wasn't going to let his guard down. "How did you survive?"

"Like I said, six inches off," Tyson snorted. "And you were made to be the sharpshooter."

"We're not perfect. No matter how much Mom and Dad tried to make us be," Moxxie grumbled as he slowly backed away. "Why are you here?"

"I can't come to see my little brother after nine years of recovering in isolation after the shit you did?" Tyson asked, smirking.

"Like you came here for a friendly reunion," Moxxie growled. "What do you want, ACDD?"

"Right now? Nothing more than to walk out. Over time? You dead. Your wife dead. And your baby dead."

"Harm even a single hair on one of them, and I swear to both God and Satan and Death itself that I will destroy you," Moxxie hissed as his eyes narrowed. "And why didn't you kill my wife and child right now?"

"Because that would be too easy," Tyson growled as he stepped forward and glared down at his brother despite the pistol in his face. "I want to rip apart everything in this perfect little world you created for yourself. I will burn it to ashes and leave you to cry on your knees begging for death before I deliver you into the void. All of what you treasure and cherish, what you chose over your own flesh and blood, will be ripped piece by piece just like what you did to me...to our family...to the cause."

"The cause is dead," Moxxie said as he lowered his pistol. "And it wasn't our cause by choice. Our so-called parents made us into weapons of war without any saying of our choosing. We were made to be nothing more than tools and thrown away when we had no more use. You know we weren't the first ones they made for their crusade. We were just the latest in a long line of them."

"Even so, it was a just cause. But you betrayed everything we were born to be, save for the fact that you're still a killer." Tyson smirked. "How would your wife and friends like it if they found out that little Moxxie was a monster who took part in some of the worst terrorist actions in the last three decades. Or the fact that Moxxie isn't even real. Just a name he's using because it reminds him of a regret that carries to this day? Do you still visit your fake parents' gravestones and the names of those you called your friends? Or do you keep away in guilt knowing that you played a part in their demise, even after your attempts to protect them? Tell me, ACDS. Does anyone know who you are...or what you are?"

Moxxie's hands started to shake.

Tyson just smirked and made his way to the door. "I'm here to give you an offer, ACDS."

"An offer?" Moxxie asked, eyes blinking in surprise.

"You have two weeks to give me an answer, and I expect it the next time we meet," Tyson said as he turned around and glared. "You will tell me where Mom and Dad are, and I'll let you live just a bit longer. Don't? And I will bring ruin down upon you and all those close to you."

Moxxie didn't say anything, but he did bite his lip and growled. "They're dead."

"Oh, I know they are alive. You and your H.I.A friend might have hidden the tracks, but I still was able to learn they were alive. I'm guessing they were too precious to just die with all the knowledge they had. So where are they?"

"Go fuck yourself, ACDD," Moxxie growled as he lifted his gun and aimed higher. "The day I tell you where they are is the day Hell freezes over."

"Then you better decide if you want to wear a jacket or a funeral tux," Tyson whispered before he opened the door and smirked. "Be seeing you, Artificial Combat Designed Sniper-131524240905."

And then Tyson closed the door. Moxxie just stood there with his gun still raised until he finally lowered it twenty seconds later, only to silently sob. Just then, Millie came out and saw her husband crying and walked over. "Sweetie, is everything alright?"

All Moxxie could do was just hug her and hold onto her as tight as possible so he couldn't fall down as his heart felt heavier and heavier. Millie, smiling warmly, comforted him. "Shh, I know it's a lot to take in...but your brother is alive...isn't that great?"

And all that did was make Moxxie cry harder.

***

If there was one thing that Blitzo hated upon finding himself forced to wait for his doctor to arrive from the upper echelons of the afterlife, it was being bored out of his wit's end. His body was still recovering from the self-sustaining damage his mental breakdown caused, so he couldn't do much in terms of physical entertainment. Fuck, I'd even sleep with Stolas if it wasn't for the fact he was worried about hurting me...although considering how intense our nightly sessions go, I guess he's got the point in keeping it easy.

That left with sitting around and watching TV and movies. The servants were more than willing to get him food and drink, but commanding them around grew out after the fifth time. Even Stolas's big-screen TV was getting tiresome for him, and Blitzo cursed his current state of well-being. He'd give anything to be free to walk outside, hang out at Stylish Occult with Loona, stalk Moxxie and Millie, or go out into the human world and do something. But everyone made it clear he was to take care of himself, or they would staple him to his bed.

"Tch, like that would stop me," Blitzo said to himself as he tossed another popcorn into his mouth while watching commercials. The latest one was about some group of lame-ass-looking cherubs from Heaven offering protection services to humans as a reward for being good. "Who names their organization after their race? It's stupid."

"That's rich coming from you, Blitz."

Looking over his shoulder, Blitzo saw Octavia walk in before sitting right next to him with her arms folded as she leaned back. "Hey, Princess. I thought you'd be hanging out with Loona?"

"She's in the shower," Octavia answered before shrugging. "I got bored, and since Dad's still out doing his business thing with the Hazbin Hotel, I decided to see if there was anything good on."

"No, just some commercial from a big butt baby and two lamb chops that need to be grilled with teriyaki sauce," Blitzo answered as the commercial ended. "Finally, I swear I was going to shoot that TV."

"You realize that's our TV, right?" Octavia pointed out.

"Please, you could order one faster than Amazon delivers," Blitzo pointed out. "Besides, I'm going to get enough angels in my life for the next few weeks or months. Especially since, apparently, we're going to walk through my soul or something. I'm half interested in this and half wondering if this would be the equivalent of souls having sex or something."

"I guess it would be kinda weird having to go into your own soul and confront the past mistakes that are haunting you," Octavia replied with a shake of the head. "Are you...afraid?"

Blitzo was silent for a bit as he stared at the TV before shutting it off. He put a hand over his face and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. "Normally, I would say I wasn't. But I can't even bring myself to lie. Yes, Octavia. I am terrified." The imp clenched his fist and pressed it against his forehead. "There are so many things that I am afraid of seeing again. My family and their deaths. The loss of my wife and child. All the things I did to numb myself afterward. And...and what happened to me at that place."

A few tears dripped down Blitzo's eyes as he felt the echo of every blow he took from the hands of his captors burning all over him again. The electric shocks that burned his flesh. The cuts of the knives that drew blood that pooled around him. The sharp whips that were still marked into his skin even now. When he was forced to demean himself like a whore...letting that owl have his way with him just to stop the pain. And there was the Nightmare Parasite itself. All the horrors and fears were thrown into his face again and again. His family, friends, and loved ones all died in front of his eyes while he was powerless to stop it or abusing him physically and emotionally while claiming he had caused all of this with his selfish actions or weakness. The many victims he had killed indiscriminately out of an attempt to hide his pain ripping him apart and saying he deserved to die like the monster he was.

He was afraid to shut his eyes at night ever since that incident because he feared seeing it all again. Deep down, Blitzo knew that if it kept going like this, he would want to end it all just to see only darkness forever. Or maybe I've just wanted to die for so long?

Suicide happened all the time in Hell. Mainly from sinners who couldn't take it any longer being tortured or suffering in the realm of the damned. Of course, Hell being Hell itself, any sinner who killed themselves usually would just come back, and nothing would be solved. So they waited for the chance to permanently kill themselves by letting the angels end them on Extermination Day. There were times Blitzo came close to doing it himself. Not by accident like last time, but on purpose. Yet each time, he pushed it away because he always found something to keep going: revenge, love, or just to self-punish himself because it would be too easy of a way to avoid the suffering for his sins. It was only in the recent two decades that he had stopped thinking those thoughts and believed he was finally moving on...until it all came crashing down in one damn week.

Blitzo froze upon feeling Octavia's hand on his shoulder, so he opened his eyes and saw her staring at him with both sympathy and guilt. "I'm sorry...you shouldn't have to go through this...what my...what she and her family did was beyond forgiveness."

Blitzo looked down and sighed. Stolas and Loona had told him just how hard Octavia had taken her mother's betrayal, even if Stella regretted her actions and helped them find Blitzo in the end. Yet, Blitzo remembered looking at Stella as she tried to get him out of his prison. The sorrow, the regret, and the horror of what she had done were evident in her eyes. They had never liked each other, and he thought for sure the former princess would be happy to see him gone. But her family had gone too far in Stella's eyes, and she played a role in causing it all to happen. Yet, she had also played a part in fixing it. Nobody wanted to mention it, but the truth was if Stella hadn't gone to the others in time to tell her where he was, then Blitzo wouldn't have made it out of there alive.

He didn't know what to feel about Stella. He was angry at her and somewhat terrified of her now, yet she helped save him. Sighing, Blitzo turned to Octavia and said, "Octavia? Listen, I know you hate your mother..."

"She's not my mom anymore," Octavia hissed harshly.

"She'll always be your mom. You can't fight that fact," Blitzo said, shaking his head. "I'm not saying you should forgive her for what she did, that's all on you to decide, but you can't just ignore that she didn't exist. You can't deny the good times you had with her."

"Why do you care?! She did this to you!" Octavia said, standing up and pacing around. "She deserves to be forgotten, ignored, and never spoken of again for what she did! Stella put you through hell and my best friend at the same time without even once thinking about how it would affect me! I don't care what her reasoning is, and I don't care if she's sorry or not! IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT SHE HURT ME!"

Octavia screamed and summoned lighting in her hands before throwing it at the TV, which caused it to explode into tiny pieces. A few servants looked inside and quickly retreated upon seeing the pissed-off princess. Octavia took a few deep breaths before sitting down and covering her head with her hands. She sobbed and gritted her teeth while shaking her head. "Why? I loved her. Even if we weren't as close as Dad and I were, I still cared about her. We used to have tea parties and play dress-up together when I was a child. She used to run chasing after me when I wasn't going to take a bath, but we laughed all the same. Stella was the first to comfort me when my first boyfriend and I broke up. She just took me into her wings and cooed me to sleep. Even if we had arguments, disagreements, and even fights, I still felt like he was my mother and did what she thought was best for me. But now...I don't know anymore..."

Blitzo slowly huddled over and hugged the sobbing teenager, letting her rest on his shoulder despite their height difference as he comforted her. "I wish I could say that I knew what you were feeling, but I don't. My mother died giving birth to me, so I just had my older sister, Tillia, as a mother figure. My dad was all I had in raising me parent-wise. He and I didn't always get along, but I never doubted that he loved me. Maybe it wasn't the same as you and Stella since my dad was a tough-love guy, but I think the feeling is the same. She may have done a horrible thing and hurt all of us, but she did it genuinely thinking it was the right thing for you. I mean, let's face it, my affair with your dad has caused problems for your family, and don't deny it."

"But he loves you," Octavia whispered. "I know my parents haven't loved each other in a long time. Maybe never since Dad is gay. But he's never been happier than with you."

"Sometimes love can cause problems," Blitzo replied, shaking his head. "It doesn't change the fact that your mother felt like I was ripping her family apart. Considering how long it took you to accept me and how close my relationship with Stolas hurt his standing with the nobility, I guess there is a reason for it."

"But..."

Blitzo sighed and rolled his eyes. "Octavia, I didn't fuck your father the first few times because I loved him. I honestly just did it to please him to use the book. I didn't care about your father for the longest time because I thought he was a horny freak who only wanted me for my dick."

"Can you please not put it like that? Ew," Octavia said, wincing.

"Sorry," Blitzo apologized. "But it's the truth. I didn't start falling for him until a year after our affair had started. When I really began to see just how much he cared about me and I cared about them. You have to understand after I lost my...my...wife," Blitzo winced but took a moment to calm himself, "I practically had sex with anyone just for the sake of numbing the pain. There are plenty of demons out there who I once had relationships with that can tell you I was terrible to them in the end."

Two, in particular, came to mind. One was a popstar succubus who actually fell in love with him, and the other was an old friend from his circus days before he became a killer. Both Blitzo used and ruined in his own ways because of a job. Both hated him for nearly ruining their lives. And Blitzo knew he deserved their hatred.

"I'm not a good person, Octavia. Even by demon standards. I've killed so many people for no reason other than to numb myself to my pain. I've let innocent people die because of my actions. I broke hearts. Betrayed friends. Ruined lives. I'm scum in the eyes of so many that their looks alone could kill me if they could," Blitzo admitted with a dark tone. "I can't even blame Stella for fearing I would ruin your family's life like I did for so many others."

"...So what changed?" Octavia asked, tilting her head.

"Loona changed me. Finding her and just...taking her in...I felt myself healing because I had a better purpose," Blitzo replied with a soft smile. "I still did terrible things, but they were all for her. So she could have a life. Meeting Moxxie and Millie also changed me. And then I met your father and...I guess I just started thinking I would have a normal life again..."

He then harshly laughed and shook his head. "But I should have known better. I'm a cursed soul. My fate is to always suffer."

"Blitz..." Octavia whispered as she tried to hug him, but he stopped her.

"Octavia, what your mother did was wrong...but what I've done in my life is worse..." Blitzo stated as he got up and slowly made his way out of the room, leaving Octavia to sit there in silence.