*Intro*

https://youtu.be/Zecv472To1Y

The scene opens with Orion meeting the Queen of the Ars Goetia and the mother of Stolara and Octavia's namesake: Queen Octavia the First.

Orion: Oh, okay. Again, sorry for bumping into you. My name is Orion. I believe you must be Queen Octavia the First.

Queen Octavia: Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you, Orion.

Orion: What are you doing here on the balcony all by yourself? Aren't you going to interact with the other avians at the party?

She looks around, making sure no one is around, before leaning on the railing and letting out an exhausted sigh.

Queen Octavia: It's... Complicated.

Orion: Well, I'm willing to listen.

Queen Octavia: *gazing at the sky* These parties... They're all flash and noise. Politics wrapped in glitter. Every noble is trying to outshine the next. I've lived centuries, Orion, and every one of these events is the same.

She turned her eyes toward him.

Queen Octavia: I prefer quiet. I like observing the stars, listening to music, reading. Not... Flaunting influence in a sea of egos.

Orion nodded, understanding more than she expected.

He looked at her for a moment, thoughtful, then extended his hand with a small, sincere smile.

Orion: It is your 150th birthday, isn't it? What do you say we make at least one part of this evening enjoyable-may I have this dance?

Queen Octavia blinked, surprised by the gesture. Slowly, a graceful smile curved across her lips as she placed her hand in his.

Queen Octavia: You may.

Instead of returning inside, Orion paused. Seeing how peaceful she looked beneath the stars; he shifted their path and led her gently to the center of the balcony. There, with the moonlight glinting off the marble tiles and the city lights glowing in the distance, they began to dance slowly-away from the crowd, the noise, and the expectations.

Orion: There we go. No crowds. No noise. No distractions. Just the two of us.

They moved in rhythm, slowly and gracefully, letting the faint music drift in from the ballroom guide their steps. The soft hum of strings and distant chatter felt worlds away now. Under the pale moonlight and the shimmer of her gown, they looked like two stars caught in orbit-silent, glowing, and perfectly in sync. Queen Octavia let herself breathe. The cool air brushing her skin, the quiet rhythm of their steps, the way Orion held her without pressure or pretense-it was a kind of peace she hadn't felt in decades. Not as a queen. Not as a symbol. Just as herself.

Queen Octavia: 💭 He's so... Gentle. Steady. Most try to impress me with words, action, and political standing, but he's different. He's just... Himself.

Orion: Something wrong?

She shook her head slowly, a small smile playing on her lips.

Queen Octavia: No... It's just... You're the first person in a very long time who hasn't tried to impress me. No grand speeches, no empty compliments, no pretending to understand what it means to carry centuries of titles and expectations.

She looked into his eyes, her voice quieter now, but steadier.

Queen Octavia: Most see me as a symbol. A legacy. You just saw me as myself. And that... Means more than you know.

Orion: I treat people as people, and not anything less. I try my best to help and understand people. Guess you can say I was raised right.

Queen Octavia chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling with rare amusement.

Queen Octavia: Maybe more Goetia should be raised like you.

Orion: Your granddaughter turned out alright. So there's still hope.

She laughs gently.

Queen Octavia: That's true. I remember the day she hatched.

Orion: Let me guess she was calm?

Queen Octavia: Not even a bit. My daughter, Stolara, when she realized Octavia was about to hatch was a bit too excited and close to the egg and before I could warn her, she was punched in the face by just batched Octavia.

Orion couldn't help but chuckle.

Orion: You're kidding?

Queen Octavia: Nope, it's 100% true.

Orion: You don't happen to have it on video do you?

Queen Octavia: Only in photos. But funny, nonetheless.

Orion: You have to show me some other time.

Queen Octavia: *chuckles* Very well.

Stolara: *from outside the balcony* Orion? Orion? Where are you?

Orion: Seems like Stolara is looking for me

Queen Octavia: Yes, let's go to her together. I didn't see her in a long time.

Orion grabs Queen Octavia's hand. She was initially surprised, but Orion smiled, reassuring her that everything would be alright.

As they crossed the threshold back into the grand hall, the soft hum of string instruments swelled again, and the noise of conversation filled the air once more. The warmth and light of the party pressed in, contrasting sharply with the calm they'd just left behind.

But Queen Octavia didn't release his hand.

They made their way through the crowd until Stolara spotted them. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she took in the sight of Orion holding her mother's hand.

Stolara: There you are! I've been looking all over-

She stopped mid-sentence, tilting her head as she noticed her mother Queen Octavia's relaxed posture and the quiet smile still lingering on her face.

Stolara: Mother... You look happy.

Queen Octavia: It's because I am. Your guest here is quite the gentleman.

Stolara: *glancing to Orion, amused* Careful. You'll have half the royal court trying to marry him off by the end of the night.

Orion: Too late. I've already been propositioned at least twice and almost adopted by three Goetia elders.

Stolara: Sounds like a record.

Queen Octavia: *with a dry chuckle* In this family, that is a record.

Orion: I tend to have that effect on people.

Queen Octavia: *smiling, with a rare twinkle in her six eyes* That, I can see.

Her voice carried a tone of honest amusement-warm and calm, the kind of praise that didn't come lightly from a centuries-old queen used to seeing through empty charm. It earned Orion a few more curious glances from nobles nearby, though none dared approach just yet.

Stolara, catching the subtle exchange, leaned in close with a smirk.

Stolara: *teasing* Careful, Orion. Keep that up and you might make my mother fall for you.

Queen Octavia: Don't tempt me.

Orion blinked.

Orion: ...Was that a joke?

Queen Octavia: Maybe.

This causes Orion to raise an eyebrow.

Queen Octavia walked ahead with grace, still holding herself like the monarch she was-though now with a subtle lightness in her step.

Stolara followed beside her, glancing back with a knowing smirk.

Stolara: *quietly to Orion* Careful, lover boy. She likes you... And I can't blame her.

Orion: *deadpan* ...Great another bird added to the collection.

He watched them go for a moment, processing everything that just happened-from a moonlit waltz with Hell's most stoic queen to flirtation that may or may not have included a veiled proposal. Before shaking his head and going after them.

Orion: Hey, wait up!

He hurried after them, catching up as Queen Octavia and Stolara gracefully glided through the crowd-nobles instinctively parting like curtains as they passed. The two women slowed just enough to let him rejoin, Stolara giving him a quick side-eye smirk.

Stolara: *teasingly* You sure you want to keep up with the royalty tier tonight?

Orion: Might as well. I've already danced with the queen, survived a jealous sister, and dodged three proposals. What's a little more nobility chaos?

Stolara: Very well then. Hope you survive the experience.

Orion: Stolara, I work at an assassination company run by a hyperactive Harley Quinn with a penchant for murder. Chaos is just a normal Tuesday for me.

Stolara: *snorting* You really know how to paint a picture.

Queen Octavia: *murmuring dryly* I'll take that over the ten-hour brunches with tax auditors from the Goetia Council meetings.

Orion: Really?

Queen Octavia: Yes. The last time we spend 12 hours nonstop looking through all the documents to find 1 receipt.

Orion: You're kidding.

Queen Octavia: I wish the best thing. The receipt was in someone's pocket the entire time.

Orion: I stand corrected.

They trio continue to chat and drink until someone dramatically opens the main doors. As everyone looks towards them Queen Octavia and Stolara look annoyed as they know that person.

???: Hello everyone! I'm glad to see you all gathered here today for this special occasion.

The female avian was tall and imposing, with a regal yet eerie elegance. Her form is long and lean, adorned in deep, aristocratic robes of black, violet, and gold, embroidered with infernal symbols that shimmer with magic. Her face is pale and elongated, featuring sharp, angular cheekbones and a perpetually smug, knowing expression.

Her eyes glow a bright, unnatural red - cold and piercing, like they're always a step ahead of everyone else. Above them sit thin, arched brows that make every glance feel judgmental or amused.

She wears a towering crown with jagged, golden spires - more like horns than ornament - which seems fused with her very skull. Her hands are long-fingered and claw-like, always wrapped in rings and adorned with infernal markings.

Orion: Who's that?

Queen Octavia: My wife... Paimona...

Orion: ...Oh.

Stolara: And also, my mother.

Orion: Hmmm...

He looks at Queen Octavia then at Stolara. Then at Paimona, and then at Stolara.

Stolara: What?

Orion: You got most of your looks from your mom. I hope your mother was not the one you got your characteristics from.

Stolara: What that supposed to mean?

Orion: Think how you act with Blitz around. And imagine your mother doing the same with me.

Stolara: ...Oh, shit.

Orion: Yeah...

Stolara has a silent panic attack realizing her mother will probably met Orion. And that she doesn't know when he will transform back to human as the Omnitrix didn't mention when it will timeout.

Flashback to limousine

Octavia, Stella, and Stolara are making sure their makeup is fine while (Y/N) messes with Omnitrix out of boredom.

Stolara: (Y/N), darling. I don't think messing with the Omnitrix right now is a good idea.

(Y/N): Sorry, it's something I started doing while I'm stressed.

Stolara: It's alright but please stop before something happens.

Beep-beep... Whirr... Click!

The Omnitrix lights up and the dial starts spinning when suddenly computerized feminine voice is heard.

Omnitrix A.I.: Randomized locked down mode activated. Species lock active on the last used transformation.

(Y/N)'s eyes widen as Omnitrix flashes green and transforms him back into Orion.

Orion: Well, that might have ended worse. Hehe...

He tries laughing it off, but Stolara smacks him over the head.

Stolara: I told you not to mess with it!

Orion: Sorry, I was in a rush!

Octavia: Alright you two, calm down. It might be a good thing since (Y/N) will now stay as Orion for longer without worry of suddenly transforming back.

Stolara: True...

Orion: Only problem is I don't know when I will transform back.

Stella: *smirks* Not that we mind.

Orion: *sighs* Let's hope this will not cause any problems later on.

End of flash back

Orion puts a hand on Stolara's shoulder.

Orion: You okay, Stolara?

She runs hand through her hair.

Stolara: Y-yeah, just little bit stressed.

Orion: *caresses her cheek* Hey, it's going to be okay.

Stolara takes a deep breath to calm down.

Stolara: Thank you, Orion. I needed that.

She pecks him on the cheek.

Orion: 😳

Octavia: What's next? Marrying my mom and becoming my stepdad?

The 2 freezes and looks behind to see Octavia with her arms crossed looking at them with her head tilted to the side.

Orion: Of all questions, why that?!

Octavia: *shrugs* Why not? besides *walks up to him and whispers* I would give me more reason to call you daddy~.

He blushes when he suddenly feels Octavia stumbling and leaning on him as she hiccups. Orion sniffs the air and smells alcohol his eyes widen as he realizes.

Orion: Octavia... You're drunk.

Octavia: *hiccup* I-I'm not drunk... I'm just a little tipsy... Maybe. lol.

Orion: The things I do for people...

Stella: That's because you love us, darling.

She says walking up to them with a glass of wine in hand.

Orion: Not helping...

Stella: Good, because I wasn't. *sips wine* I'm just stating facts.

Orion rolls his eyes. He carries Octavia somewhere to rest.

Orion: She's 18. Is she even allowed to drink?

Stella, Queen Octavia, and Stolara: This is Hell.

Orion: Of course, how can I forget.

Stolara: Besides, 18 is the legal age to drink in Hell. Even though most doesn't follow that law.

Orion: It still baffles me that Hell has laws in the first place. I mean, it's Hell. The place where sin, crime, and evil are encouraged and is the daily norm. Hell having laws kinda defeats the purpose of what Hell is intended for, don't you think?

Queen Octavia: *leaning in slightly, her tone calm but weighty* They exist mainly to keep order in the outer rings-Greed, Wrath, Lust. If you think Hell is bad now, you should've seen it twenty years ago.

A visible shiver rippled through her usually composed form, and even Stella grimaced at the memory.

Orion: *raising a brow* What happened twenty years ago?

Queen Octavia slowly placed her glass down, her voice lowering as she recalled the chaos.

Queen Octavia: There was... A temporary prohibition. On alcohol. Across all rings. For six months.

Orion: *deadpan* You're kidding.

Stolara: *grimacing* She's not. It was like trying to plug a volcano with a teacup.

Queen Octavia: Demons rioted. Brothels shut down. Contracts were burned. Even Goetias were... Unhinged. I watched noble councils' brawl in courtrooms with broken chairs and flaming bar tabs over a single glass of wine

Stella: *pinching the bridge of her nose* I was nearly trampled trying to protect a stash of black spiced merlot.

Orion: Okay... That's actually worse than Earth. And we had the "Great Cheese Riots of 1766."

Stolara: They called that time "The Dark Dry Months."

Orion: Simple, but makes sense.

Orion picks up Octavia.

Orion: *glancing over his shoulder at Octavia, who's sleeping on his back*...Hey, Queen Octavia? Are there any guest rooms nearby? I think your granddaughter's officially lost the fight with the champagne.

Queen Octavia: *smiling knowingly* East wing. Third door on the left. It has a night sky mural on the ceiling. Should be quiet and comfortable.

Orion: Thank you.

Orion walks down the hallway with Octavia resting on his back.

Octavia mumbled something incoherent and accidentally let out a small "urp" against his back.

Orion *grimacing* Oh come on, not the suit...

Octavia: *half-conscious* Your feathers feel soft...

Orion: *deadpan* Yeah, and now I smell like wine and regret.

He carried her gently through the halls toward the east wing. Just behind them, no one noticed an old, wobbling Goetia noble with a long, drooping neck and feathers sticking out in wild tufts watching them from the shadow of a pillar. He hiccupped, swayed, and started to follow-quietly, but unsteadily.

Orion: That should do it.

He lays her down in bed and tucks her in.

She was completely out cold, muttering something about "space kittens" as she curled up on her side.

He took off his tuxedo and looked down at the now-stained back with a sigh.

Orion: Of course it had to be the fancy one. Better not let it set...

He stepped into the attached bathroom, peeling off the jacket and turning on the sink.

Meanwhile, the door to the guest room creaked open behind him.

A tall, reedy Goetia noble staggered in, his limbs too long, his neck stretched like a hunched ostrich. His name was Lord Malavox, an old, forgotten noble with a flushed beak and unfocused eyes. He hiccupped once, his gaze wandering lazily around the room... Until it landed on Octavia.

She lay still-innocent, peaceful, vulnerable.

Malavox stumbled forward, muttering something incoherent as he unfastened his jacket, unaware of how loud his breath had become.

From the bathroom, Orion's ears twitched.

Orion: *calling out* Stolara? That you?

No answer.

Then-a floorboard creaked heavily, to heavily for Stolara.

Orion's posture snapped straight. He turned off the water and stepped into the doorway, shirt half-off, eyes narrowing.

He saw Malavox mid-step, too close to the bed.

Orion: ...Get. Away. From her.

Malavox froze. Their eyes locked. One filled with drunken haze-the other, with fury.

Orion: I'm only going to say that once.

Malavox: *scoffs* D-Do You know *Hic* who I'am?

Orion: Don't know, don't care. Leave.

Malavox straightened-or tried to. His tall, crooked frame loomed in the dim light like some vulture that never molted. His beady red eyes narrowed.

Malavox: I am Lord Malavox of the Southern Spire. My bloodline is one of the oldest in hell.

Orion: *stepping forward slowly* Cool story. You've got about three seconds to get the hell out before I make your skeleton a coat rack.

Malavox smirked-but it twitched. There was something in Orion's voice that didn't flinch. No hesitation. No bluff. Just the kind of heat that comes from someone who's fought worse monsters and won.

Malavox' smirk twisted into a sneer. He muttered something in a guttural, ancient tongue, the words slithering through the air like smoke soaked in venom. A dark crimson glyph lit up in the space between them.

Then-BOOM!

The spell burst forward in a spiral of flaming sigils and piercing light, slamming into Orion with brutal force. The room shook. Dust scattered. The glow faded... And Orion was gone.

Malavox stood tall, breathing hard, staring at the scorched spot on the floor with a warped grin.

Malavox: *panting, smug* Pathetic.

He turned his focus back to the bed. His fingers hovered just inches above Octavia's arm, the leer back in his eyes-

CRACK.

A hand shot out of the dust and snatched Malavox' wrist, the grip like iron dipped in fire.

Malavox's eyes widened.

Orion stood tall, rising from the settling haze like a nightmare reversed-unharmed. His shirt was ripped open across the chest, exposing shimmering cosmic feathers beneath, glowing faintly. The Omnitrix on his chest pulsed with green light. His face was calm.

His eyes, however, were not.

They burned.

Orion: *low, deadly* I gave you a warning.

Malavox: W-what?! That should've-

Orion: *cutting him off, twisting his wrist painfully* That was a spell with intentions of killing me. You just tried to kill me in someone else's home, after trying to defile someone under my care.

Orion took a step forward. Malavox took a step back-well, he tried. Orion still had his wrist locked in place, forcing the noble to shuffle awkwardly, his expression contorting into panic.

Orion: *voice cold as void* I've survived black holes. I've walked through fire. You? You're a limp-necked drunk with a title that means less than trash to me.

Malavox: I-I'll-

Orion raised his hand, ready to send him through the wall-

And that's when the door slammed open.

Queen Octavia, Stolara, and two elite guards stormed in-followed closely by Stella, her eyes already glowing.

One look at Orion's grip, the torn shirt, and Malavox' pale, panicked face told them everything.

Queen Octavia: Let go of him, Orion.

Orion paused. His grip didn't loosen only seems to tighten. Malavox smiled thinking his saved

Queen Octavia: *stepping closer* So the guards can break every bone the proper way.

A smirk cracked across Orion's face as he released Malavox who's smile dropped

The noble stumbled back-only to be immediately seized by the guards, who slammed him to his knees.

Stolara: *to one of the guards* Make it messy.

Orion: May I help with that?

Stolara: Any reason?

Orion: *stepping closer, eyes still burning with that barely contained fury* He tried to kill me. And he tried to touch Octavia.

A beat.

Stolara: ...Alright. Fair enough.

She stepped aside with the kind of casual grace only royalty possessed, as if offering him a fine wine rather than the chance to exact justice.

Queen Octavia didn't protest. She simply crossed her arms, gaze fixed on Malavox with disgust and disappointment that cut deeper than any blade.

Malavox: W-wait! I'm a noble! You can't-

Orion: I'm not a noble. I'm worse. I'm the guy who's going to make you remember this night every time you move a joint wrong.

The guards dragged Malavox to his feet. One of them nodded to Orion like a bouncer at a private club.

Guard: Try not to kill him. Orders from the Queen.

Orion: *smirking* No promises.

As they led Malavox to the lower halls where interrogations-and punishments-took place, Stella patted Orion on the back, wincing at the rip in his shirt.

Stella: *softly* You're lucky that suit still looks good even half-destroyed.

Orion: Give me five minutes with the punching bag, and I'll be back into the main hall

Queen Octavia: *quietly, to Stolara* He's dangerous... But in the right ways.

Stolara and Stella: *smiling faintly* And ours.

The girls walk out of the room leaving only Orion, Malavox, and the guards.

Orion: Now then... *cracks knuckles* Shall we begin?

The guards dragged that Goetia to another room with Orion following behind them. The chamber echoed with the sound of the door closing, locking in the stench of sweat, blood, and dread. Two guards stood watch-silent, still. But they weren't watching Malavox.

They were watching Orion.

The cosmic avian stepped forward, his talons clicking on the marble like a war drum before execution. His feathers bristled with raw energy. His four glowing eyes locked onto Malavox with the gaze of something far colder and more dangerous than the noble ever expected.

Orion: *voice low, without warmth* You put your hands where they didn't belong.

Malavox tried to stand. He failed.

Orion moved.

CRACK.

A fist drove into Malavox' side-ribs shattered instantly, the sound like snapping branches underfoot. Malavox let out a strangled scream, only for Orion to grab him by the face and slam his head against the stone wall-once, twice, three times-until a jagged web of cracks splintered behind him.

Orion didn't let go.

He spun Malavox around and brought his elbow down like a hammer, snapping the noble's arm backward at the elbow with a sickening "pop." The bone tore through fabric and skin, jutting out like jagged white stone.

Guard #1: *quietly, under his breath* Sweet Satan...

Orion turned toward the noise. The guard fell silent.

Orion: *calmly, voice sharp as blades* He tried to end my life and violate someone I protect. That's not punishment. That's justice.

He grabbed Malavox's remaining wrist-and twisted. The noble screamed again as the shoulder popped loose, then dislocated entirely, leaving the limb hanging like dead weight.

Orion: That was for trying to kill me.

He dropped Malavox and stomped hard on his shin. Bone cracked out the side, bending the leg sideways at an unnatural angle. Another kick to the thigh-more bone broke.

Malavox was sobbing now. Not screaming-sobbing.

Orion crouched, grabbed his bloodied, broken face, and forced him to look up.

Orion: *quietly* And this... Is for Octavia.

With one final strike, he slammed a fist directly into Malavox' stomach. Not a punch-a shockwave. Air rushed out of Malavox' lungs. Blood sprayed from his mouth. He collapsed, his entire body bent and mangled.

Orion stood, panting slowly.

His claws and arms dripped blood. His eyes never blinked.

Guard #2: *barely above a whisper* ...What is he?

Guard #1: Didn't answer. He just stared-wide-eyed, stiff, afraid.

Orion turned to them both.

Orion: Take him to the Queen. Let her decide if he lives.

The guards didn't move for a heartbeat. Then they hurried forward, gingerly scooping what remained of Malavox off the floor. Bones jutted from sleeves. His legs were twisted like wrung-out cloth. His breathing was shallow, wheezing.

Orion walked past them, quiet now.

Not a word. Not a smile.

Just judgment, carried in feathers and fury.

As the guards carefully began to lift Malavox's mangled form, Orion raised a hand.

Orion: *coldly* Wait.

The guards froze mid-motion, glancing nervously at him.

Orion stepped forward again, his posture steady-but something had changed. His feathers rippled with a deeper green glow, the kind that came not from anger, but from ancient power.

He raised his hand, and a comet-like trail of green flame ignited around it. The fire was silent, fluid, beautiful-but its light cast unnatural shadows that danced like spirits across the walls.

Malavox, barely conscious, let out a weak, choked sound.

Then-

Orion plunged his hand into Malavox's chest.

The room went dead silent.

There was no wound. No blood. His claws didn't tear through flesh-they phased through him like light through smoke. But Malavox' body convulsed violently, his eyes snapping open in sheer agony as something inside him burned.

He screamed, his voice shredded by pain no blade could deliver.

Orion's hand dug deeper, twisting-not physically, but through essence, through something spiritual. And then, slowly, he drew his hand back out.

In his grip floated a gray, pulsing sphere-dull, cracked at the edges, giving off a faint, miserable hum like a dying signal from a broken machine.

The guards took a step back, instinctively disturbed.

Orion looked at it, then turned his eyes back to Malavox' broken, twitching body.

Orion: *quietly* Your pride. Your power. Your voice in the room. That's what this is.

He clenched the sphere.

It didn't shatter. But it fractured-deep spiderweb cracks racing through it, the glow dimming even further.

Then, just as silently, he tucked it away in a pocket dimension-disappearing into emerald light.

Orion: *to the guards* Now take him. He's not dangerous anymore.

Guard #1: *stunned* What... What did you take from him?

Orion: Only thing that made him Important... His Magic.

He turned and walked away, the quiet "click" of his talons echoing down the stone hall like judgment itself. The heat of the green flames still lingered in the air, flickering in the dim torchlight.

The two guards remained frozen, looking down at the twitching heap that was once Lord Malavox.

Guard #1: *whispers* I think I almost pissed myself.

Guard #2: *still pale* I'm not even sure mine didn't uh... Rust... From the inside.

They exchanged glances, slowly hoisting Malavox like he was radioactive.

Guard #1: I ain't getting near that guy again. The feathered one, not the corpse.

Guard #2: *muttering* Next time I see him walking down a hallway... I'm moving to another floor.

Guard #1: Same here.

Outside the punishment chamber, Orion stepped into the hall and let the heavy door close behind him with a low "thud."

He stood there for a moment in silence, his chest rising and falling slowly as he exhaled a long, deep breath. The energy around him began to fade-the glow from his feathers dimmed, the green comet-fire receding into stillness. His expression softened, but his eyes still held a trace of what had just happened.

He adjusted the torn remains of his suit jacket, straightened his posture, and turned toward the ballroom.

Inside the ballroom, the music continued. Laughter and conversation filled the room again, nobles mingling under glowing chandeliers, most unaware of what had occurred behind the scenes.

But not Stella, Stolara, or Queen Octavia.

They stood near the drinks table, glasses in hand-untouched-eyes locked on the hallway entrance.

They had heard everything.

The broken bones.
The magic being ripped away.
The silence after.

And now, they saw him.

Orion stepped through the archway like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just dismantled a noble both physically and mystically. He looked calm-too calm. And that only made the sight more intense.

Stella: *softly blinking*...He really did it.

Stolara: He didn't just punish Malavox. He erased his place in the court.

Queen Octavia: *quietly, with something between awe and grim satisfaction* And he did it without hesitation.

Orion: *to himself* Octavia at rest. Malavox neutralized. Anything else I forgot?

???: Hello there, young man.

The voice was smooth, regal, and piercing all at once. Orion turned around-

And found himself face to face with Queen Paimona.

She stood tall and composed, radiating elegance with an edge of command. Her dark crimson and gold gown shimmered faintly under the ballroom lights, and the golden crown atop her head reflected her status as more than just royalty-she was power, personified.

Her many red eyes studied Orion calmly, but thoroughly. Measuring him.

Paimona: *smiling faintly* You must be the one causing so many ripples in my court tonight.

Orion straightened his posture, giving her a respectful nod-though his eyes didn't lower.

Orion: Name's Orion. I take it you're Queen Paimona?

Paimona: *gracefully* And wife to the Queen you just danced with. Yes.

She stepped forward slowly, hands clasped behind her back as she gave him a once-over-not flirtatious, but calculated, as if appraising a new weapon.

Paimona: My wife hasn't smiled like that in decades. And she did it twice with you tonight.

A beat passed. Then she added:

Paimona: *lightly* Should I be concerned?

Orion: *awkward chuckle* Um, no?

Paimona raised an elegant brow, her lower pair of red eyes narrowing slightly-not hostile, but amused. Regal curiosity gleamed behind her expression like polished obsidian.

Paimona: No need to be nervous, dear. If I was concerned, you'd already be ashes and a warning.

Orion: *half-smiling* ...That's incredibly reassuring. Thank you.

Paimona stepped a little closer, enough that her shadow mingled with his in the ballroom lights. Her voice lowered to something smooth, velvet-soft, and rich with amusement.

Paimona: Tell me, Orion... Is it instinct or discipline that makes you look everyone in the eye-even when they outrank you?

Orion: *smirking slightly* Maybe both. Hard to show respect if you're staring at the floor.

Paimona: Mmm. I see. A backbone... And a charming mouth.

She let the words hang, not too heavily-but enough to be noticed.

Orion cleared his throat slightly.

Orion: Not sure how to respond to that without accidentally starting a war.

Paimona: *grinning* Relax, dear. I don't start wars over compliments. Besides... *her eyes glinted* ...I only tease the ones who can take it.

Orion blushes and steps back a little.

Orion: Good to know.

Paimona: So what brings you here to the party? I've never seen you before.

Orion: This is my first one. A friend of mine invited me.

Paimona: Oh, and who that friend might be?

Orion: Stolara.

Paimona stopped mid-step. Her eyes narrowed-not suspiciously, but thoughtfully. The name echoed in her mind like a dust-covered file being dragged out of some forgotten vault.

Paimona: *murmuring to herself* Stolara... Stolara...

She tapped one long, clawed finger against her chin.

Paimona: Was that one of the twins from the Western Spire? No... No, that was Solaria. Or Salira. Or was it the one with the tail feathers like a flame? That might've been... Hm.

She blinked slowly, then turned to Orion with a perfectly serene expression.

Paimona: Forgive me, darling. I've had so many wives and... So many children, their names tend to blend like poorly stirred wine.

Orion: *raising an eyebrow* ...That's horrifying and impressive at the same time.

Paimona: I heard that many times.

She took a graceful sip from her glass, then refocused on him.

Paimona: So, you're close to Stolara?

Orion: Yes.

Paimona: Interesting, care to give me some more details?

Orion: It's for her daughter.

Paimona: Ah, Octavia how is she? I haven't seen her since the day she lost her baby plumage. Also where is she I thought she would be here?

Orion: Um, she's resting in one of the rooms after being intoxicated.

Paimona: Oh... Lightweight, just like her mother.

She takes a sip of her wine.

Orion raises an eyebrow.

Paimona: What? I remember she couldn't handle few glasses of wine.

???: Maybe because the wine had 80% alcohol content.

Orion looks back and sees Stolara walking towards them.

The two avians make eye-contact with each other.

Stolara: Mother...

Paimona: Nice to see you too, um...

She trailed off deliberately, as if searching her mental rolodex of names-and not trying very hard.

Stolara: *flatly* Stolara.

Paimona: *snapping her fingers* Yes! That's the one. My jewel of the East Wing. I always remember you-just not when I'm drinking. Or sober.

Stolara: *to herself* When are you ever not?

Paimona: *already sipping from her crystal glass, not even pretending to have heard* Did you say something?

Stolara: *smiling tightly* No. Just admiring the consistency of your parenting.

Paimona: *beaming, completely missing the barb* I am remarkably consistent, aren't I?

Orion stood between them, eyebrows raised slightly, eyes darting from one to the other like he was watching an ancient play in real time.

Orion: This feels personal. Should I go get a fire extinguisher or a family therapist?

Paimona: *placing a graceful hand on Orion's shoulder* No, darling. Stay. You're like a refreshing wind in a dusty old attic.

Orion: Why...?

Before Paimona could answer with another cryptic quip, a cool, composed voice joined the mix.

Queen Octavia: Don't worry, Orion. This is how it always happens.

She approached with her usual grace, hands folded in front of her, expression calm but unmistakably tired of the familiar chaos.

Paimona: *perking up instantly* Octavia! My moonlight.

She leaned in to kiss her ex-wife, lips already half-pursed.

Queen Octavia: *raising a hand and stopping her with a single elegant gesture* We are still married, Paimona. Just-separated.

Paimona: *blinking, then chuckling* And whose fault is that?

Queen Octavia: *dryly* I seem to recall you seducing half the host/hostess bar employee in a single day which was our anniversary.

Paimona: *sipping her drink without shame* Ah, yes. Good times.

Stolara: *muttering* This is somehow both the most dysfunctional and the most expensive soap opera ever written.

Orion: *quietly to Stolara* Do they have popcorn in here?

Stolara gave him a raised eyebrow but couldn't help but slightly chuckle.

Stolrara: *sighs* The rainbow popcorn is on the left from the table with drinks.

Orion: Oh, shit really?

Stolara: Yeah. Also, can you bring me some with Envy black salt and Gluttony caramel?

Orion: Sure.

5 minutes later

Orion returns with what Stolara asked for.

Orion: Sorry for the wait. Francesco tried to stop his father from gorging on all the sweets.

Stolara: It's alright. Zepar is like that.

Orion: Was he always a fatass or...

Stolara: No, he was quite fit but after becoming a Duke and marrying many women, he stopped taking care of himself. I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack yet.

Orion: Surprisingly.

He hands Stolara her popcorn.

Stolara: Thank you, Orion. What kind did you take?

Orion: Eh, feeling like eating something spicy so I took the one with Wrath Peppers.

Stolara: Interesting.

Orion: What? Never had them before?

Stolara: Did you?

Orion: ...

Flashback

The lights were dim. The building was quiet, for once. (Y/N) was stretched out on the battered old I.M.P. couch, shoes kicked off, eyes half-closed in peaceful rest.

Loona was lying sideways across his chest, tail lazily swishing, eyes locked on her phone. Every now and then, her ears twitched, reacting to a video or message-but she didn't move. She seemed perfectly content exactly where she was.

(Y/N): Comfortable?

Loona: *deadpan without looking up* If you breathe too loud, I'm getting up.

(Y/N): *grinning slightly* Noted.

The moment was broken by the sound of a creaking door swinging open, followed by the unmistakable cheerful southern hum of Millie.

She walked in with a skillet in both hands-glowing red-hot, as if it had been forged in a volcano. Smoke trailed from it like a cartoon warning sign.

Millie: *beaming* Hey, y'all! I just made a big ol' batch of my famous stuffed Wrath Peppers! Fresh from the Lava Pit!

Loona and Blitza-who had just exited the bathroom, drying her hands with a towel-froze mid-motion.

Both of their eyes widened in pure fear.

Loona: *ears flattening, eyes locked on the pan* Oh f**k no!

Blitza: *staring like it was a live grenade* You didn't. Millie, you didn't.

Millie: I did! Made 'em extra spicy too-added a new strain of Demon Jalapeño I found growing in the Rage Ravine!

(Y/N): Um, context?

Blitza: *already backing toward the window* Let's just say the last time we ate those, let's just say we were like 2-way flamethrowers.

(Y/N): Ain't no way they're that hot.

He hears coughing from the other side of the room. Amy was sitting in a chair, coughing up little flares.

Amy: *cough* Speak for yourself. *cough*

(Y/N): Amy? What are you doing here? I thought you had the day off?

Amy: I did, but Millie called, saying that she needed a taste tester for something. And I immediately regret it.

(Y/N): Are you serious?

Blitza: She's not. She spent hours in the bathroom shitting her brains out. And now, the bathroom needs to be fumigated. That succu-bitch Verosika was the first to complain about it.

(Y/N): Noted.

Suddenly, Amy's stomach growled. Something was wrong.

Amy: Oh no, not again!

Blitza: Hey, hey, hey! The bathrooms are out of order, so you're going to find somewhere else to shit.

Amy: Like where?!

Blitza: You know that bridge above the freeway?

Amy: Yeah?

Blitza: Shit off it.

Loona: Hm.

(A/N: Ha! Pilot reference)

Amy gives her a confused look.

Blitza: Did I stutter? Go!

Amy quickly rushes out the door.

(Y/N): O-kay. While Ames has the Hershey squirts, mind if I try one, Millie?

Millie: Are you sure? You heard what they did to Amy. Are you willing to take that gamble?

(Y/N): That's the thing about life: Risk and Reward.

(Y/N) takes one of the peppers and inspects it.

Millie's eyes widened, Blitza looked cautious, and Loona was looking at her phone and not secretly recording the whole thing to embarrass (Y/N) about a video of him shitting himself.

(Y/N) eats the pepper whole.

Blitza: Well?

(Y/N): I love it!

Blitza and Loona were both shocked while Millie had a huge smile on her face.

Millie: I knew you would love them!

Blitza: Satan's balls...

Loona: 💭 Damn it!

(Y/N): You're one hell of a chef, Mills.

Millie: Thank you, (Y/N).

End of Flashback

(Y/N): And now you know.

Stolara: *disturbed* How... Interesting.

Orion: Yeah, I gained an iron stomach thanks to my grandpa's cooking.

Stolara: Pray tell, what was his cooking?

Orion:

Orion: *has flashback* ...Exotic.

Stolara: Okay then?

Both of them continue to watch Paimona and Queen Octavia argue about how many times on of them *cough* Paimona *cough* was unfaithful.

Queen Octavia: You have so many children, and you barely know half of their names.

Paimona: I do know their names!

Queen Octavia: Then tell me at least 5 of them.

Paimona: Well, there's... Um... There's... Stolara and... Uh...

Queen Octavia: I'm waiting.

Paimona: ...

Queen Octavia: *taps her foot* Still waiting.

Paimona: Ehhehehe, I seem to have forgotten but ask me anything else about them.

Queen Octavia: No surprise there.

Orion: *watching the royal debate like a tennis match* Still surprising you have that many siblings.

Stolara: *sighing, sipping her drink* Don't remind me.

Orion: *glancing over at her* Alright, I'll bite-what's your relationship with them like?

Stolara took a long pause. Her eyes shifted toward the ceiling, as if bracing herself for mental impact.

Stolara: Imagine being stuck in a never-ending group project... But half of them are egomaniacs, a third are trying to kill each other, and the rest are too busy trying to marry into power to care about anything else.

Orion: *wincing* ...So, family game nights off the table.

Stolara: Guess you could say that.

Orion: So... Wanna bet when Queen Octavia throws the first punch?

Stolara: *smirking behind her glass* Depends. Do we count verbal punches? Because she's already thrown at least five.

Orion: Nah, I'm talking full-on talon-swinging, chair-breaking, ballroom-clearing chaos.

Stolara: *pretending to think* Give it... Two more misnamed children and a smug toast. Then the feathers will fly.

Orion: You're on.

They both turned to watch as Paimona squinted in deep thought, swaying slightly with her wine glass.

Paimona: I know there's a-uh... Someone with horns. Very sharp. Did a thing with a violin once. Or was that a trial?

Queen Octavia: *with a dead stare* Try again.

Paimona: Oh, come now, darling, what does it matter? I showed up, I look good, and I haven't cursed a bishop all week. That's progress.

Orion: *murmuring to Stolara* If she name-drops one more random object and calls it her child, I'm changing my bet to 'Trey to face' in under thirty seconds.

Stolara: *grinning* You might actually win that one.

Orion: Heh.

They continue to munch on some popcorn a while watching the interactions between the Queens.

Queen Octavia: You're unbelievable...

Paimona: *smug* And you're still so dramatic. It's adorable.

Before the tension could boil over into shattered glass and scandalous headlines, Queen Octavia exhaled sharply, turned on her heel-and marched straight toward Orion and Stolara.

Queen Octavia: I'm done. Orion, you're with me.

Orion: *mouth full of popcorn* Wait-what?"

Before he could react, she grabbed him firmly by the wrist and began dragging him away from the ballroom.

Orion: *half-turning to Stolara* Uh-save my drink!

Stolara: *holding up his glass like a salute* Got it. Enjoy your royal kidnapping.

The heavy double doors opened as Queen Octavia tugged Orion out onto a dimly lit marble path leading into the palace gardens, the distant chatter and clinking of glasses fading behind them.

Cool air wrapped around them, scented with primrose blossoms and faint sulfur. The stars overhead were clearer here, casting silver light over stone fountains and glowing vines.

Queen Octavia didn't speak at first. She just kept walking, talons clicking with precision, Orion keeping pace beside her.

Finally, she stopped beside a tree etched with ancient runes and let go of his wrist.

Queen Octavia: *quietly* I needed... Five minutes without her voice in my skull.

Orion: *gently teasing* You sure you don't want to go back in there and hurl that wine glass? I still owe Stolara twenty souls.

Queen Octavia: *exhaling, a small smile breaking through* Tempting.

Orion: Alright then. Come, let's walk and talk.

Queen Octavia paused for a moment, glancing at his gesture-then, with a regal nod, she gently took his arm.

They began strolling beneath the glowing trees and flowering arches of the garden path. The rustling leaves and faint bubbling of a distant fountain gave them a strange peace-a contrast to the royal circus they'd just left behind.

Queen Octavia: *more relaxed now* You know, most beings either grovel, panic, or run when I pull them away like that.

Orion: *chuckling* Yeah, well... I work with a hellhound receptionist, a chaotic bisexual boss with daddy issues, and assassinate clients for money so I don't rely on others. Kinda hard to rattle me.

Queen Octavia: *cracks a laugh* That... Is a valid point.

They walked in silence for a few steps, her hand still resting lightly on his arm.

Queen Octavia: *quieter* I forget what calm feels like sometimes. Hell isn't exactly known for it.

Orion: Yeah, but calm doesn't have to be loud. Sometimes it's just knowing someone's walking beside you... Not in front, not behind.

She looked over at him-really looked-and gave a genuine, thoughtful nod.

Queen Octavia: I see why Octavia likes you.

Orion: I was Tavi's first friend and now her boyfriend. I guess I was raised right.

Queen Octavia chuckled softly, the sound low and warm like an old melody.

Queen Octavia: That's not just being raised right... That's who you are, (Y/N) Tennyson.

Orion froze mid-step.

His breath caught. His body stiffened. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, brows furrowed in disbelief.

Orion: ...How do you know that name?

Queen Octavia's expression remained calm and collected, but not dismissive. Her many eyes glowed gently under the moonlight, their reflections rippling in the garden fountain behind her.

Queen Octavia: Let's see: You said your Octavia's first friend, your kind just like Octavia described you all those years ago and the biggest of them all are your eyes and the bump on your chest.

She pokes the slight bump on his shirt right were Omnitrix is hidden.

Orion: And you're okay with that? Me being a human, not a Goetia.

Queen Octavia's gaze didn't waver. Instead, her expression warmed-just a little.

Queen Octavia: *gently* I don't care where you come from. I care about how you act. And what I've seen is a boy brave enough to protect my granddaughter... To stand beside my daughter... And to face nobility without bowing.

She stepped closer, her posture regal, but her voice more personal.

Queen Octavia: You're loyal. Honest. Grounded. And perhaps most importantly-you love my granddaughter for her, not for status or blood or power.

She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. Her touch was light.

Queen Octavia: *softly* You have my respect, (Y/N).

A pause. Her tone shifted. It didn't rise-it dropped. Icy. Direct. Heavy with millennia of authority.

Queen Octavia: *voice cold as the grave* But if you ever... Ever break her heart-if you lie to her, betray her, or leave her worse than you found her-I will drag you into the deepest pit of Hell myself.

The stars above seemed to flicker. Even the fountain behind her rippled in stillness.

Queen Octavia: *without blinking* Royalty. Demon. Human. Alien. Doesn't matter. You hurt her, and I'll show you horrors that make the Pride Ring look like a playground.

Silence.

Orion didn't flinch.

He looked her dead in the eyes. All of them.

Orion: *steady, unwavering* That won't happen. I'd never hurt Octavia, or any of my girlfriends.

His voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. It carried weight.

Promise.

Truth.

And Queen Octavia... Smiled again. Just slightly.

Queen Octavia: *nodding* Good... Wait? Did you say girlfriends?!

Orion: Oh, right. Well, you see, Octavia is not the only girl I'm dating.

There was a pause.

The wind shifted.

A branch creaked.

Queen Octavia's many eyes slowly widened, her regal calm slipping just enough to reveal something rare-utter disbelief.

Queen Octavia: I'm sorry. You're telling me... You've been courting multiple women? In Hell?

Orion: *nodding slowly* Yeah. Stella, Stolara, Loona, Vaggie, Charlie, and Angela. Maybe a few more-it's been a weird few months.

Queen Octavia blinked.

Then blinked again. All six eyes.

Queen Octavia: *blinking harder* I need a drink.

Orion: *shrugging* I have a chart if that helps?

Queen Octavia: *rubbing her temple* No. But the fact that they all know... And still like you? That's either sorcery or witchcraft.

Orion: Well, they call it a "Tennyson Charm."

Queen Octavia: What?

Orion: It's something my girlfriends say.

Queen Octavia: I see.

Orion: So, what else did you want to talk about?

Queen Octavia: Anything that comes to mind.

Orion: Soooo... How did you and Paimona meet or was it an arranged marriage?

Queen Octavia: ...

Orion: Sorry, touchy subject.

Queen Octavia: No, no, it's alright. You're just curious and I think it would do me some good if I vented out to someone.

Orion: I'm all ears.

Queen Octavia: *sighs, settling back against the twisted bark of the old infernal tree* It was one of the annual gatherings of the Seven Sins. You know the type-flames, gold, egos the size of kingdoms. Politics wrapped in decadence. I hated going, but duty is duty.

Orion: Let me guess-she walked in and everything else faded away?

Queen Octavia: *lets out a low chuckle* Not quite. She barged in fashionably late, covered in ash from some chaos she'd just caused in one of Pride's districts. Hair is a mess. Laughing. Boots still smoldering. And then she insulted Mammon to his face.

Orion: Brave.

Queen Octavia: *dryly* Or stupid. But no one stopped her. She had this presence. Like a storm you couldn't look away from. I remember thinking, "Who let this wildfire into a room full of dry politics?"

Orion: And you were the unfortunate kindling?

Queen Octavia: *smirks* Something like that. She called me "Queen Frostbite" within ten minutes of meeting me. I nearly turned her to stone.

Orion: So... Not love at first sight?

Queen Octavia: Oh no, we loathed each other. For weeks. Snide remarks, public duels, magical sabotage. But somewhere in between the power plays, we realized we were... Matching each other. Every insult was a flirtation. Every clash was foreplay.

Orion: That's either poetic or terrifying.

Queen Octavia: In Hell, they're often the same thing. Eventually, Asmodia proposed a bet to see who could bring the other to a proper date first.

Orion: Who won?

Queen Octavia: We both lost. Simultaneously. On the same night. In the same garden. Under the same cursed moon.

Orion: That's... Kind of romantic?

Queen Octavia: *laughs softly* A little sad, this time it was. Before it got complicated.

Orion: Yeah. I get that. Love's rarely simple down here.

Queen Octavia: *nods, gazing into the shy* But it was real. In its own hellish twisted way.

Orion: That I can agree with.

Queen Octavia: *gives him a sideways glance, one brow-or the closest equivalent-arched* Surprising, coming from someone juggling half the female population of the underworld.

Orion: *grinning* I never said it was easy. Just real.

Queen Octavia: *chuckles under her breath* Hell. Maybe you really do have that "Tennyson Charm" after all.

Orion: Told you. It's practically a brand at this point.

Queen Octavia: *softly, almost wistful* Real love... Even in Hell. Strange how often it starts with fire and ends with silence.

Orion: Or starts with silence... And ends in fire.

Queen Octavia: *smiles faintly* You're more poetic than you look, Orion.

Orion: Don't tell anyone. It'll ruin my whole dumb-himbo mystique.

Queen Octavia: *laughs, genuinely this time* Your secret's safe with me.

The wind rustles again. Somewhere in the distance, a demon screams, but neither of them looks away.

Orion: So... What happened after that night in the garden?

Queen Octavia: *quietly* We stopped fighting. And started building. For a while, at least.

Orion: That sounds like the hardest part.

Queen Octavia: It always is.

Queen Octavia: I gave birth to our first child.

Orion: Stolara, correct?

Queen Octavia: No, that would be her older brother Oberon. *pulls out a photo*

Orion: Woah.

Queen Octavia: Yeah, Oberon was My and Paimona's first child.

Orion: Sorry to cut in, but I have to know. How did you and Paimona, Stella, and Stolara have kids since you're all women?

Queen Octavia: Are you that curious?

Orion: *nods without hesitation* Yes.

Queen Octavia: *sighs then lean back* Fine. Since you asked nicely.

Orion: Much appreciated.

Queen Octavia: It's not as complicated as mortals think. We use magic. A specific spell, developed centuries ago by a coven in Lust Ring. It combines a small amount of blood and raw magic-power from both women. When done correctly, it forms a viable embryo-half of each parent, just like traditional conception.

Orion: Wait, so it's literally both of your DNA in the kid? No donors?

Queen Octavia: *nods* No donors. No external material. Just blood, soul, and intent. It's incredibly delicate, though. The balance of energies has to be exact, or you might make a clone of yourself with few small changes like in look

Orion: Damn. Okay, but someone still has to... Y'know, carry the baby?

Queen Octavia: Yes. Once the embryo is formed, one of us takes on the role of "Mother." Full-term, no shortcuts. We may be demons, but pregnancy still follows nature's rules-for the most part.

Orion: Woah... Just, woah.

Queen Octavia: *smirking slightly* You asked.

Orion: Yeah, but I didn't expect a whole arcane biology lesson.

Queen Octavia: *shrugs* That's Hell for you. Even the miracles come with blood rituals.

Orion: Still... Kinda amazing. I mean, that it works. That you made it work.

Queen Octavia: It's not easy. Magical conception like that-it takes commitment. Deep connection. You can't fake it, not even with the strongest spell. The magic knows. If there's no bond, no trust, the spell collapses. Or worse, it twists.

Orion: That's intense. Like... Love-or-Die level stuff.

Orion: Must be tough.

Queen Octavia: It was.

Orion: But hey, look at the bright side.

Queen Octavia: *dryly* What bright side?

Orion: *gesturing lightly* Your daughter. And your granddaughter. You did all that-the magic, the politics, the sacrifice-and look what came out of it. Two powerful women. Sharp, strong, and terrifying in their own ways.

Queen Octavia: *pauses, her expression softening* ...Yes. They are. Stolara especially-she's more than I ever dared hope for. And her daughter... She has fire. A dangerous kind.

Orion: Comes with the family name, I guess.

Queen Octavia: *smirks faintly* It does. But it also comes with legacy. And scars.

Orion: Yeah, but they've got you. And whether you believe it or not, that means something. A lot, actually.

Queen Octavia: *Looking away, thoughtful* Hmph. You really are full of surprises.

Orion: So, I've been told. Repeatedly. Usually right before or after someone kisses or punches me.

Queen Octavia: *chuckling* I'm guessing... Both?

Orion: Depends.

Queen Octavia: Depends on the situation.

Orion: I guess.

Queen Octavia: Must be tough on certain days of the month.

Orion: Sometimes.

Queen Octavia: How do you handle those days?

Orion: Cuddles, kisses, snacks, and chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate.

Queen Octavia: Sounds like a lot.

Orion: It's not all bad. I got people who care about me.

Queen Octavia goes quiet. Her gaze drifts off again, not toward anything in particular-just away. Her regal posture softens, just slightly. The breeze stirs her hair, but she doesn't notice. She's thinking.

Queen Octavia: *softly, almost to herself* ...I wonder if I do.

The thought stings more than she expected. A subtle, aching silence settles in her chest. She tries to think of someone-anyone-who truly cares for her. Not for her power. Not her name. Just her.

But for a moment, there's no one. No face. No warmth. Just the cold, polished isolation of a queen's throne.

Then-

Orion's words echo back to her:

"Your daughter. And your granddaughter. You did all that-the magic, the politics, the sacrifice-and look what came out of it."

Queen Octavia: *closing her eyes, her voice softer now* Stolara... And Octavia. They do care. In their own ways.

Queen Octavia: *to Orion, more composed now* Thank you.

Orion: *blinks* For what?

Queen Octavia: For reminding me. That I'm not as alone as I let myself believe.

Orion: Hey, family is important. I should know.

Queen Octavia: Now how about you tell me something about your family?

Orion: ...

Queen Octavia: *notices sudden stillness* Is everything alright? Did I say something wrong?

Orion: Sorry, it's just... I'd rather not discuss it.

Queen Octavia: It's alright. I can see it's not an easy subject for you to talk about.

Orion: Thank you.

Queen Octavia: Let's go back. Knowing Paimona, she is drunk and is probably flirting with first guy that caught her attention.

Orion holds her hand.

Orion: Everything will be fine. Trust me.

Queen Octavia: Oh, what a gentleman. But seriously, I have a bad feeling about this.

Orion: Oh, come on, how bad can it be?

Orion and Queen Octavia step through the grand double doors of the ballroom. What was once a scene of pomp, music, and carefully curated political elegance is now... Absolute chaos.

Lavish curtains are ripped. Goblets and half-eaten banquets litter the floor. Someone's pet demon-hound is gnawing on what might have been a chandelier. The orchestra is missing-probably fled. And in the middle of it all...

Paimona, flushed from drink, completely shirtless, is standing on the central banquet table, slurring something incomprehensible and flashing her demonic royal assets to a group of cheering, completely wasted Goetia nobles.

Orion: ...

Queen Octavia: ...See, I told you.

Orion: *stare intensifies* ...

Queen Octavia: Hey! *covers his eyes* I know they are impressive but have some self-control.

SMACK!

Paimona's bra smacks into her face.

Orion: You were saying?

Queen Octavia: *removes the bra from her face* Don't start.

Orion: *half-cringing, half-concerned* Okay, before she starts pole dancing with a war banner or propositions a prince, maybe we should get her down from there?

Queen Octavia: *already walking forward, voice low and dangerous* Oh, we're well past maybe.

Orion: *following* Any plan?

Queen Octavia: Yes. You distract her. I'll freeze the floor beneath the table and catch her when she inevitably falls.

Orion: ...So basically chaos with a safety net?

Queen Octavia: *smirking slightly* You said it yourself-life's more fun on hard mode.

Paimona: *shouting again from the table* WHO WANTS TO SEE ME JUGGLE FIRE NAKED?!

Orion: *groans* Too late. She's already entered the boss phase.

Queen Octavia: And to think we were on the tutorial.

Chaos continues to swirl through the ballroom like a drunken tornado. A flaming cheese wheel rolls by. Somewhere, someone is chanting in Latin backwards.

Queen Octavia: On my mark. Just distract her.

Orion: *reluctantly* I'm gonna regret this.

He steps forward; hands raised in faux surrender as he approaches the table.

Orion: Hey, Paimona. Fancy seeing you- *He tries to not look at her body* In all your glory.

Paimona: *eyes lighting up like a Lust-powered Christmas tree* OHHHHH, look who it is! The little heart stealer himself! Come closer, sugar~. I promise I don't bite hard... Unless you ask.

She leans down toward him, grinning wickedly, breasts swinging dangerously like enchanted wrecking balls.

Orion: *forced smile* Yeah, great, can we talk maybe off the table?

Queen Octavia: *whispers a spell under her breath-frost creeps across the floor, spreading fast beneath the banquet table.*

Then-

CRACK!

The legs of the table hit the frozen floor, and with a shriek of wood and momentum, it slides sharply sideways like a demonic surfboard.

Paimona: *startled* HUH-?!

She flails and loses balance, and instead of falling backward like a normal person, she pitches forward... Right toward Orion.

Orion: Oh, HELL NO-

THUD!

She lands breasts-first on his face, pinning him beneath her with the grace of a toppling marble statue.

Orion: *muffled scream while blushing like crazy*

Paimona: *giggling wildly, sprawled across him* Awww, baby~. If you wanted a feel, all you had to do was ask.

Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around his head and pulls him deeper into her cleavage like it's some kind of royal embrace.

Paimona: Mmm~. Don't be shy, sweet thing. You're already halfway to second base-might as well commit!

Orion: *still muffled, voice strangled in panic* I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE OR MY DIGNITY-

Queen Octavia: *snaps, finally losing patience* PAIMONA.

The room instantly chills. Frost dances across the spilled wine, crawling up goblets and plates. Paimona lifts her head, blinking drunkenly like she just remembered Octavia exists.

Paimona: *grinning* Oh relax, darling. I'm just giving him a very... Personal audience with royalty.

Queen Octavia: *through gritted beak* Off. Now.

Paimona: *pouting* You're no fun. He's enjoying it-look at him! He's turning all kinds of shades.

Orion: *finally manages to break free, gasping for air, face beet-red * I think I saw the void. It's soft. And smells like expensive perfume and regret.

Queen Octavia: You okay, Orion?

Orion: *still on the floor, catching his breath* I think so... Yeah. Physically? Sure. Mentally? I think my soul just filed a formal complaint.

Queen Octavia: *offering a gloved hand to help him up* You look like a man who just survived a royal ambush.

Orion: *accepting the hand, groaning as he stands* More like suffocated by royal assets in 4D surround sound.

Queen Octavia: Noted.

Orion: I wanna go home...

Queen Octavia: Don't worry you only need to handle some more the party ends soon.

Orion: Really? I didn't think it would end so early.

Queen Octavia: Orion, it's 2am.

Orion: Oh...

He rubs his eyes just realizing how tired he is.

Orion: That explains a lot.

Queen Octavia: Would you like to sleep in one of the guest rooms?

Orion: Oh really? Thanks. Just one thing, make sure she *points at Paimona who put on a shirt making sure the top of her cleavage is visable* Won't go inside when I'm sleeping.

Queen Octavia: I'll try my best.

Queen Octavia leads Orion to one of the free rooms so he can rest while walking Omnitrix starts suddenly beeping and flashing red and green.

https://youtu.be/A1wCa5cMXgs

In a flash of red light in place of Orion now stands (Y/N).

Omnitrix A.I.: Omnitrix lock mode deactivated entering recharge mode.

(Y/N): Why must life be so complicated...?

Queen Octavia looks at (Y/N), blushing slightly finding his human form equally as attractive as his Goetia form.

Queen Octavia: 💭 His not bad looking for a human. I wonder if he's looking for applicants for his harem... WAIT NO BAD OCTAVIA YOU SHOULDN'T THINK ABOUT THOSE THING! He's dating your granddaughter... And daughter... And daughter in law... And few other demons.

(Y/N): Something wrong, Queen Octavia?

She snaps out of her thoughts and shakes her head.

Queen Octavia: No. Just lost in thoughts let me show you a room where you can rest.

Unknown to the 2 certain birds is following them.

Stolara: See I told you I saw mother walking with (Y/N).

Stella: Yeah, yeah, let's go after them.

They make their way to (Y/N)'s room.

Queen Octavia: *opens the doors* Alright (Y/N), you will stay here I hope you like it. It's one of my favorite rooms.

(Y/N): Whoa! It looks incredible also. Why does it show the day outside while it's the middle of the night? Not to mention the sky is blue not red?

Queen Octavia: That's easy the window doesn't lead outside it shows other worlds.

(Y/N): No way...

Queen Octavia: Yes, way through this windows you can look into many places like different versions of earth.

To show it uses a special remote to change the view to a dessert with giant scorpions fighting a bunch of green humanoids with strange weapons. Before then changing it to bunch of humans in blue armors fighting what looks like metal skeletons or mummies with strange glowing green weapons.

(Y/N): Whoa, that's cool! Also, is that a remote?

Queen Octavia: Yes, we changed it from the previous way of changing it. Believe me, a giant stone tablet was not easy to use.

(Y/N): Oh really?

Queen Octavia: Yeah, it was. Big, heavy, and you had to click the symbols on it in specific order to show something, but enough about that. Do you want to see another version of hell?

(Y/N): There's another version of Hell?

Queen Octavia: Yes, there are few Like middle European Hell.

She shows a desolate landscape littered with sharp jagged rocks and bones of dead animals and humans. The sky is red and covered by thick smog. In the distance, a city can be seen and before it a green crooked sign spelling "Witamy w Piekle" (Welcome to hell). The image then moves deeper to show a bunch of red skinned demons doing the same thing most humans do on earth, only difference being a lot of them aren't wearing anything. Among them, a regular looking human can be seen walking, arguing and drinking beer.

(Y/N): Alright, what the fuck am I looking at?

Queen Octavia: As I said, the middle European Hell. Polish one, more specifically.

(Y/N): This is so bizarre...

Queen Octavia: Yeah, I rarely look at that one, but this one is calmer.

She changes the view to show a darker version of regular Hell. The difference being there are no demons anywhere, only strange looking skeletons (Helltaker Hell).

(Y/N): What Hell is that?

Queen Octavia: Another alternate version of our Hell.

(Y/N): What's it called?

Queen Octavia: Taker-Hell. Why? I don't know.

(Y/N): Okay then?

Queen Octavia: Is that all or would you like to know something else?

(Y/N): There's more?

Queen Octavia nods but as the changes the image it glitches and flashes before changing to something more like a giant chaotic storm.

(Warhammer Warp)

Queen Octavia: Oh, not again, Sorry but sometimes this happens, and this is known as THE WARP. A whole dimension of nothing but pure chaos.

(Y/N): *to himself* I know a couple of people who would fit in well with them.

He looks into the warp and feels like someone is watching him as he looks deeper, he feels more eyes on him.

(Y/N): Hmm...?

He looks closer and suddenly feels a pain in his head as Image of 4 women slashes in his brain as they all look at him.

(Y/N): Argh!!!

He falls back holding his head as gets a nosebleed from sudden pressure.

Queen Octavia: (Y/N)!

She rushes over to him.

Queen Octavia: Are you okay?!

(Y/N): What is this?! This pain!

She quickly turns off the magic window. The pain (Y/N) felt slowly disappears as he looks at the window, now showing a regular night sky in hell.

Queen Octavia: (Y/N), are you alright? What happened?

(Y/N) was breathing heavily.

(Y/N): Chaos... Only chaos...

Queen Octavia: *sighs* Not again. Alright (Y/N), this might hurt a bit.

She reels her hand back and-

SMACK!

(Y/N): *head snaps to the side* OOOWWW! What was that for?

Queen Octavia: You were mumbling, and I needed to act quick before you get chaos madness.

(Y/N): Chaos what?!

Queen Octavia: Never mind.

She helps him up to his feet.

Queen Octavia: Let me just show you the bedroom upstairs where you will be sleeping.

(Y/N): Um, you don't have to. I can sleep on one of the couches there in the main room.

Queen Octavia: I insist. You are a guest, and you've suffered a mental attack.

He scratches the back of his head.

(Y/N): I guess you're right.

Queen Octavia: Come with me.

The two of them walk upstairs.

After a bit, they stop at the doors as Queen Octavia opens the doors. (Y/N) Is quite surprised by the sight.

(Y/N): Wow.

Queen Octavia: Speechless, I'm sure.

(Y/N): Yeah. Also, I can see why Stolara and Octavia love space and stars.

Queen Octavia: Oh, that's not the only reason.

(Y/N): It's not?

Queen Octavia: You see, Stolara inherited my Magic affinity which is based around small parts of the cosmos. Which causes us to feel more at ease while looking at the stars. There are also the affinities we are closer to for example; I have higher affinity with gravity magic which makes so it's easier for me to learn and use that. While Stolara is closer to astrological magic with allows her to do many thinks from conjuring flames and darkness but also limits her potential since she bound to specific celestial bodies and their movements.

(Y/N): Wait, what about Octavia?

Queen Octavia: Oh, she's still young those affinities come with age. For example, Stolara was 21 when she found her affinity.

(Y/N): So, does that mean Octavia will do the same?

Queen Octavia: No, she might find her earlier or later it's hard to tell.

(Y/N): I see.

Queen Octavia: Alright, I think that's enough questions for one night.

(Y/N): I agree.

He walks over to the bed and kick off his shoes before he takes off his tuxedo jacket. He was going to take off his shirt but then Looks at Queen Octavia who's standing in the doorway watching him.

(Y/N): Um, maybe a little bit of privacy?

Queen Octavia: Oh yes, sorry.

She blushes and walks out the room and closer the doors behind.

(Y/N) sits on the bed and sighs.

(Y/N): This day has been hectic.

He kicks his shoes off and lays on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

(Y/N): 💭 This whole day has been a mess so far. Worst part is, I don't have Niffty around to clean it up.

He closes to sleeps his eyes and drifts to sleep letting all the stress and worry fade as he falls asleep.

Outside the room in the hallway

The grand corridor is dimly lit with a soft red glow from enchanted sconces. Velvet carpet muffles footsteps as three striking silhouettes move silently, converging from different sides.

From the right: Stolara, sultry and confident in her lace-trimmed nightwear.

From the left: Queen Octavia, graceful yet imposing, draped in form-fitting white with crimson accents.

Trailing behind Stolara: Stella, regal and icy, her sheer robe and wine-colored lingerie offsetting her cool demeanor.

They all freeze as they spot each other outside (Y/N)'s door.

Stolara: *blinking* ...Mom?

Queen Octavia: *brows raised* Stolara.

Stella: *sighs, crossing her arms* Mother-in-law.

Queen Octavia: *stone-faced* Stella.

A long, awkward silence. The only sound is the soft hum of the hallway wards. All three women glance at the closed bedroom door behind them-then back at each other. Tension thickens instantly.

Stella: I was under the impression he would be sleeping alone tonight.

Stolara: I just came to check on him. It's been a hell of a day-for all of us.

Queen Octavia: *arms folded under her breasts* And I intended to do the same. After all, I did invite him into my domain. It's only proper I ensure he's... Comfortable.

Stella: *dryly* With your breasts halfway out?

Queen Octavia: *with a faint smirk* Jealous?

Stolara: *stepping between them* Okay! How about we don't throw shade in lingerie, alright? We can all agree (Y/N)'s had a rough day. Let's not make it worse by turning this hallway into a soap opera.

Stella: *sighs through her nose*...Fine. But I'm going in first.

Queen Octavia: *tilting her head* We'll see.

Stolara: *grinning innocently* Unless you both trip over each other trying.

Stella: Shut up.

Inside the bedroom were (Y/N) is sleeping

(Y/N) lies asleep on the bed, chest rising and falling peacefully. He's shirtless with only his pants remaining, kicked off his shoes, arms sprawled lazily. A faint frown crosses his brow in sleep, as if even in rest, his brain hasn't fully clocked out.

The door creaks open slowly. And then... All three women silently peek in at once-one above the other like a demon totem pole.

(Y/N): Hm?

He opens his eyes slightly and looks around seeing no one he goes back to sleep.While the girls who backed up from the doors look at each other.

Stolara: So, what now? His not asleep yet.

Stella: That's easy.

She leans through the slightly opened doors and uses a spell as her hand is covered in purple sparkling mist. She then points her hand at (Y/N) as the mist flies towards him. As soon as it makes contact with him, his expression changes to more relaxed. Stella smirks while Stolara looks at her.

Stolara: What did you do?

Stella: I used a sleeping spell on him know we are sure he won't wake up.

Stolara: Since when you can do that?

Stella: Around 18 years. Why do you think Octavia was always asleep when we had a party going on?

Stolara: I'm not going to bother...

Both of them look back at (Y/N) and see Queen Octavia already lying next to him while resting her head on his arm and getting comfortable while looking at the others with a small smirk.

Stella: Hey, that's not fair!

Queen Octavia: You know what they say, "first come first served."

Stolara: She has a point.

Stella: Quiet!

Stella was about to go lay on the bed too but before she could Stolara trips her and goes to lay on the opposite side of the bed where her mother is laying.

Stella: Hey, you're cheating!

Stolara: Everything is fair in love and war.

Stella: Whatever.

She grumbles and thinks where she should lay. Then she gets an idea and smirks. She gets on the bed and crawls on top of (Y/N) before laying down on him her head resting on his chest.

Stella: 💭 At least I get the full package.

The room is quiet now. Warm. Peaceful.

(Y/N), blissfully unaware of the royalty now wrapped around him, shifts slightly in his sleep, letting out a soft sigh.

Queen Octavia breathes slowly and steady.
Stolara hums quietly under her breath, already drifting. Stella stays still, curled over him like a protective predator with a pillow.

The three avians hold onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.

Few hours later

As the morning rays of sun seep through the windows (Y/N) wakes up feeling relaxed and calm as he tries to stretch, he realizes he can't use his arms, and he also feels something heavy on his chest as he looks down and his eyes widen. Stella is laying on his chest and drooling in her sleep while her breasts press against his stomach. He then looks on his left and sees Stolara curled up hugging his hand which is trapped by her thighs. Fearing what might be on his right he glances and freezes as he sees Queen Octavia hugging his arm which is between her breasts. He feels blood rushing to his nose. Before realizing something and looking down lifting his head slightly to see beyond Stella. He sighs in relief for having a relatively "normal" morning.

(Y/N): 💭 At least they are wearing something unlike Angela, Cerbera and Bendy. Otherwise, this would be awkward.

He sighs and tries to go back to sleep when suddenly...

BOOM!

Octavia: (Y/N)! ARE YOU FUCKING MY MOMS AND GRANDMA!?

The sudden shout wakes everyone up as (Y/N) bangs his head on the pillow knowing he will have a lot of explaining to do and Omnitrix won't save him from it.

(Y/N): Oh man...

*Outro*

https://youtu.be/yzVQkO92wNw

Poll

With the release of the artwork and merch showing the characters canonical sexualities, something occurred to me: Should I change Vixen's sexuality?

-Yes (Make her Bisexual or Pansexual and in a relationship with Queen Bee/Beelzebub (and possibly Loona))

-No (Keep her straight like in the canon, but make her Queen Bee/Beelzebub's best friend/sister in arms)

(And for anyone wondering about Mrs. Mayberry being Lesbian and Octavia being Asexual in the canon, don't worry. Mrs. Mayberry will be Bisexual and Octavia will be straight in the story)

Poll 2

What chapter should I work on next?

-Overture (Hazbin Hotel)

-Truth Seekers (Helluva Boss)

Poll 3

What story should I work on next?

-Helluva Boss: Aliens Unleashed

-Transformers: Techno-Organic Heroes

-My Alien Harem

-Tale Of Two Hybrids

-SCP-0010

-(Y/N) 10: Maximum Venom

-Create a new story (Any and all ideas are acceptable)

Poll 4

Hey guys, check out the new cover I just made for the story:

(I created this new cover just in case this story gets deleted. Don't worry, the scripts of the chapters are saved on my computer just in case. The new title will be called Hellaverse: Aliens Unleashed)

What do you guys think of it?

- I love it

- I'm nuanced about it

- I hate it

(Credit to Anon-reader667 for helping me with the chapter. Hope you enjoy, my sexy reader)