Moxxie never wanted to kill anyone so hard in his life other than this privileged bitch before him right now. Well, maybe his parents, but he would never personally kill them himself and just let someone else do it. The moment they all got word from their beds that Stella was in the house, it took everyone's will power (especially Loona's) to not kill the bitch right then and there. The only thing preventing him from shooting her in the head was that she knew where Blitzo was.

The owl bitch looked terrified by the hateful glares she was getting from everyone in the room. Moxxie could already tell his wife was inching closer to her daggers, while Loona never stopped growling or showing her teeth. Reginald, the butler, was even looking ready to kill the woman in front of him. That was nothing, however, compared to Stolas. His eyes were all glowing, not just red but shades of black as well, and the very earth was shaking once and awhile from the immense power he was holding back. Moxxie wondered what Octavia would be doing or saying right now, but she had refused to see her "mother" at all.

"You have ten seconds to tell me where my father is, or else I'm going to serve you as a thanksgiving dinner to some poor family on earth," Loona demanded, snapping at the frightened owl demoness.

"Please, just let me explain! I know you're angry, and Satan knows I deserve it, but-"

"Angry?!" Moxxie shouted, getting into Stella's face. "You kidnapped our boss! You had him tortured for ten days! Put everyone, including your family, through grief and sorrow all this time, and you think we're fucking angry?!"

"Mox, calm down," Millie said, pulling him back. "I want her dead too, but we need her alive for now!"

"I didn't want things to go this far!" Stella shouted, tears in her eyes. "I just...I just wanted the book back...I didn't want to risk my family's reputation...but I didn't want him to get hurt. None of this was supposed to happen!"

"Stella," Stolas said with a demanding tone. "What were you even thinking when you did this to begin with?"

She huffed and straightened herself out, which made Moxxie roll his eyes. Even in the circumstances she was in, the royal cunt had to look posh. "I was afraid, okay!" She explained, looking at all of them with a glare. "I was afraid that someone would figure out that Bitzo was using my husband's grimoire to access the human world! How long would it have taken for the upper lords or even Lucifer himself to figure it out?!" She glared at Stolas. "If they even suspected it, our entire family would have been crucified! We would be disgraced or even killed! I was thinking about our family, Stolas! Of Octavia! You just wanted to get your dick suc-"

In a flash, the room turned red as demonic symbols appeared on the wall while Stolas as his wings flared out and his talons around Stella's throat. She looked ready to piss herself because everyone else was just trembling from the power being unleashed. "You are already on thin ice, Stella. Watch what you say, or I will simply take the info from your mind and leave you as a husk."

Everything faded to normal as Stella, eyes widened, placed her claws over her throat, and gasping for air. She soon nodded with a whimper before continuing. "Like I said, I was worried. None of you saw reason, so I went to the only other person who could help me. My mother."

She lowered her head in shame. "The plan was to kidnap Blitzo and demand the book back. I thought it would be easy. Just get it and release him. We hired others for the job, and we were going to make it look like they were behind it all. We just planned on killing them when we had the book. There were no plans to hurt Blitzo or do anything bad to him! I just wanted to scare him and get him to give up the book in exchange for his life! Then I would just pretend to use my contacts to find the book and convince you that way to stop giving it to the imps! I swear that was all I wanted to do!"

"But I take it Natasha had other plans," Stolas pointed out.

"There was...someone...I don't know his name or what he even looks like, but he's powerful...as powerful as you are, Stolas," Stella said, shivering in fear. This made Stolas' stoic expression break into curiosity. "I don't know how he met my mother, but she told me he was a friend who would make our family rise higher than ever before. Even before Father was alive. I didn't question it, but then one day..."

***Seven Days Ago***

Stella had a bad feeling ever since she woke up this morning. She wasn't superstitious, but when your morning teacup cracks for no reason, that usually isn't a good sign that things aren't going your way. It had been three days since she and her family managed to kidnap Blitzo and put him in the family dungeon in the hopes of scaring him to give up the book's location. According to her brother, all he did was mouth off, unsurprisingly, and claimed he didn't know what they were talking about.

Stella wondered just how long they could keep him here. If he didn't say anything soon, his fellow imps and that mutt of a daughter he had would get suspicious and do something. If they went to her husband, she would simply let Blitzo go and end the whole thing. Much as Stella thought Stolas was stupid and foolish to be giving up his grimoire to an imp of all things, she knew better than to cross him.

Her mother had asked her to come outside to the villa for tea. So she put on a simple sundress with a big fluffy hat to give her comfort in the shade. Naturally, having a retreat in the desert, including this one, would be considered insane but her father, bless his soul, managed to use runes to make it so not a single grain of sand could enter the premise. It was like an oasis, but a secret one for the family to use if trouble was arrested.

"Oh, Father," Stella said as she looked at a portrait of him nearby.

She had been in her late teens when he died in the Eldritch-Devil War, when Heaven finally intervened and ended it with their armies, and she missed him so. He wondered how he would have reacted to her loving daughter, Octavia. Would he be proud or ashamed? Much as Stella loved her daughter, she was too much like her father in many ways. Including her desires to hang out with the more...ruffian type of demons. Hopefully, once the book was back in her family's possession and I.M.P going under without it, Stella could find the time to properly guide Octavia back to a more proper path.

Making her way to the outdoor balcony, she smiled as her mother and brother waved for her to join them. Then she frowned upon seeing who was also there. The cloaked nameless figure that she had met only yesterday. Every time she saw him, Stella's instincts were screaming at her to get away as far as possible from him. He held an aura very different than any creature she knew in the Nine Hells, but there was a familiar aura to him as well. The one thing she could tell was that his power was far greater than any other beings in this room.

Sitting down, the three owl demons exchanged small talk before Alexander said something that made Stella pause in her tea. "I swear that imp should have been broken by now. How long can he last with the brutal beatings he's been getting."

"What?!" Stella nearly jumped upon hearing this. "Beatings! What are you talking about?!"

"The ones I ordered Nikolaev and Sergei to perform on that stupid imp we captured. So he could tell us how to get the book," Alexander said without a care.

Stella felt her eyes widen, and her blood turn cold. This wasn't supposed to be part of the plan. Standing up, she glared at her younger brother and hooted in anger. "Alexander! This wasn't part of the plan! We agreed to keep him captive, but not to beat and torture him! What were you thinking?!"

"Dear, don't be mad at Alex," Natasha said, eating a pastry before motioning her daughter to sit down. "It was our idea."

"Your idea, Mother?!" Stella gasped.

"And mine," the cloaked figure said, snapping Stella's head towards him. She noticed then that he didn't once drink his tea or taste any of the food presented at the table. "If we knew where the book was, then we could just simply grab it and keep it for ourselves. However, the demons we sent to look have not found it meaning it's hidden somewhere either with magic or contraption. Should the imp tell us where it is, then we can easily dispose of him-"

"Dispose of?!" Stella shouted as she stood up and glared. "We agreed we weren't going to hurt him or anything! Just release him back into Imp City!"

"Why do you care, he's just an imp?" Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you hated him."

"I do, but that doesn't mean I want to see him beaten or killed off!" Stella growled. "When did you decide this without me?!"

"Both of you leave. I wish to talk with my daughter," Natasha said, dapping her beak with a napkin.

Alexander and the cloaked figure got up and made their way back inside while leaving Natasha and Stella alone across the table. "Stella, when you presented me the knowledge that your foolish husband was giving such a powerful book to an imp for sex, I was halfway to alerting the higher-ups of Hell. The only thing that stopped me was the harm the scandal could do to you and your daughter."

"And Stolas," Stella pointed out.

"Stolas is an idiot," Natshasa snorted. "He has the power, resources, and intelligence to rise higher above his status. He can even be Lucifer's right-hand man, but the fool focuses on other ventures that aren't important."

"Well," Stella sighed. "I agree my husband could be more focused on increasing his power, but the benefits of improving the other races of Hell have shown some results. Plus, his methods of playing politcal games in the human world and working with Heaven to solve the population crisis are worthy goals."

"The lesser races are one of the reasons the Hells are the overpopulated shitholes they have been for the past few centuries," Natasha muttered, rolling her eyes. "They are weak, have no use other than cannon fodder, and those times they try to rebel always end in disaster because they bicker among themselves. As for his strategies in the human world? Waste of time. Humans will destroy themselves or suffer such a disaster they'll be sent hundreds of years back in development. And while I admire him trying to solve the population crisis, he's working with Heaven. Our mortal enemies."

"Lucifer approved of the idea," Stella pointed out.

"Shows what he's become in the last thousand years, hasn't it?" Natasha snorted. "In the old days, we were focused on destroying the Angels, turning the humans against them, and trying to get our revenge on God. Now we're acting more like the humans than our own traditional demonic selves, we're working with Angels in secret, and there are even attempts to redeem the souls of Hell. From Lucifer's own daughter no less!"

"And what would you do, Mother?" Stella asked, rolling his eyes. "And what does this have anything to do with the Grimoire of Worlds? "

Natasha gave a smile that sent a chill down Stella's spine. "Our new friend has presented us an opportunity with the book that will not only bring Hell back to a proper standing, but it will help us raise ourselves higher than we ever have before."

"What is this-"

"I will tell you when you are ready," Natasha said as she got up and made her way to her daughter. Placing her talons on her shoulder, she whispered, "Trust me, Stella. I know what I am doing."

***Present***

"So you knew what they were doing to Blitzo, and you still didn't do anything?!" Millie growled.

Lowering her face in shame, Stella muttered, "No, and I should have done something. I didn't know how bad it was until much later. I...I kept hearing rumors of the ways they were torturing him. Methods that made me sick to my stomach. I didn't think they were real, or maybe I was in denial. I couldn't believe my mother and brother would allow such a thing to happen."

"...What did they do?" Moxxie asked, gripping his hand so tight that they nearly drew blood.

Stella closed her eyes and told them everything. The beatings, the knives, the electric shocks, the whippings, and more. Every sick and twisted thing that Blitzo had been put under and was forced to suffer from. Nearly everyone was turning green at the images playing in their head with each passing tale of suffering that it got to the point that Loona and Millie were in tears. Moxxie had to hold his wife while doing his best to keep himself strong. The fact that Blitzo was alive was a miracle.

"...I'm going to kill them, Stella," Stolas said. He spoke in a stoic voice, but there was a tone that promised Armageddon. "Your family's fate is sealed."

"...I know," Stella whispered, lowering her head as she silently cried tears. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I know what I did was wrong, and if I knew just how bad it was, I would have done something."

"You think an apology can make up for all this?!" Loona shouted. She screamed as she took a chair and smashed it against the wall. "You may not have wanted it, but it still happened because of you, bitch!"

"You don't think I know that?!" Stella screamed, standing up. To her credit, she didn't flinch when Loona growled at her. "You don't think I feel guilty enough as it is?! Ashamed?! I can still hear his screaming at night in my head! And when I saw him as they dragged him back to the chambers after he called you, I knew right then and there what I had done was unforgivable, but what I learned after..."

"What? What did you learn?!" Stolas demanded.

"The real reason they wanted the book..." Stella fell down and shook her head. "It was after I tried to save Blitzo. I went to his cell and tried to free him, but I was caught. Afterward, they dragged me to my room and then told me the truth."

***A few hours ago***

"How could you do this?! You're a monster! All of you are!" Stella screamed to her family and the cloaked figure. They had come to her shortly after her failed rescue. One that, if she was honest, was weak and ill-thought. Her brother was looking nervous, while her mother just looked at her with disappointment. Who could tell what the cloaked figure was thinking?

"Dear, he's just-"

"Being an imp is no justification for this!" Stella shouted, tears in her eyes. "He has a daughter! One who is friends with my daughter! My husband cares about him! How will they react when they learn about this!"

"Who says they will?" Natasha said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Stella, I thought you were smarter than this. Think about it. Would we really just let him go after all this?"

Stella's eyes widened as she stepped back in horror. "You...you planned on killing him from the start. Didn't you? That's not what-"

"Plans change, especially when opportunity knocks," Natasha said as she walked up to her daughter and looked at her in the eye. "You thought too small, dear. Yes, getting the grimoire out of the hands of the imps and back into your husband's is important, but there is a bigger task we can do."

"Like what?"

"We can use the grimoire for our own purposes," Alexander said with a smile. "The Grimoire of Worlds has incredible power in it. One that can rival even the mightiest of Demons and Angels. With it, we can use its power to change Hell for the better!"

"How? I don't understand," Stella said, shaking her head. "This isn't making any sense!"

"There is a spell in the book. One called Dimension of Utter Destruction Spell," Natasha explained with a smirk. "It can swallow anything summoned before it into a dimension of pure darkness that can destroy anything and anyone inside it into utter annihilation. Nothing, not even the souls of a Demon, Angel, or human, will survive it when the spell ends." She then walked over to a nearby map of the entire nine circles of Hell that Stella had in her room. "Imagine all the scum infested areas of Hell wiped out in one day by the power of such a spell. All the criminals, degenerates, weaklings, deplorables, and useless demons all gone with but a flick of a wrist."

At that moment, Stella fell to her bed in horror. Her feathers turning pale as she saw the satisfied looks on her mother and brother. Images of billions of residents in Hell being swallowed up by great voids and disappearing forever into darkness played in her mind. The screams of men, women, and children of all the various races being wiped out in a sick and twisted holocaust. Stella thought she had known her mother to be a cold and hard demoness, but this wasn't murder. This was genocide!

"You... you'll kill billions of demons!" Stella pointed out.

"It's for the greater good," Natasha said.

"Greater good?! This is madness! Mother, you cannot believe that this is right?!" She turned to her brother. "Alex, surely you are not on board with this as well?!"

"Well, Mother makes a good point!" Alexander said, straightening himself up. "Besides, we're already in as deep as we are. We might as well go with it."

"But how do you intend to even use the book?!" Stella asked. "None of you are powerful enough to use it! Not even I can!"

"That's where I come in," The cloaked figure said, stepping forward. "I am powerful enough to read and use its magic. You're mother's interests and mine are aligned, though I have more uses for the book afterward."

"Who are you?! What kind of Demon are you?!" Stella demanded, which got a chuckle from him.

"I am no Demon, nor am I an Angel. I am not even human, not anymore. I am something old, ancient, and far more dangerous than you can even imagine," The cloaked figure said with an amused tone.

"But this! This is madness, this is wrong!" Stella shouted, holding her talons to her head. This all seemed like a bad dream. A nightmare she couldn't wake out of. "You'll be destroying half of Hell for all this insanity!"

"No, we'll be saving Hell!" Alexander screamed in excitement. "Think about it! We can solve the population crises in one blow! No more Exterminations again! We can divert our economy into rebuilding a proper Demon army for the second war with Heaven! Only those worthy of being demons can be demons, and the rest are just used as slave labor like in the old days! We can make Hell a proud and proper dimension like it was once in Father's time!"

"The other Overlords will never allow this! Lucifer and his group will never allow it! I don't even think God will allow this!" Stella pointed out.

"The other Overlords will be too busy trying to take advantage of this situation to be a threat, but they'll see the benefit of everything soon enough," Natasha said, waving her hand. "Lucifer has also grown soft. There are certain factors in Hell that wish to see him removed. We can play this to our advantage and get a proper King of Hell to rule us again, or a Queen if fortune favors us. As for God? He is our enemy. Why should we care what he thinks?"

"What about my husband?! It won't take long for Demons to question why this happened due to his job!" Stella pointed out.

"Your husband shall meet a...shall we say, sad and tragic end," Natasha muttered as Stella looked at her in horror. "Oh, don't give me that look, Sweetie. You and he aren't in love or anything, and he served his purpose by giving you a child. She'll need proper re-education to become a proper heir to our family, but this can be done in time."

"You will not hurt my family, you witch!" Stella shouted. Screaming in a fury, she made a move for her mother, but an invisible force pushed her back to her bed, where she felt her stomach nearly cave in upon itself.

"You didn't need to do that," Alexander whispered.

"It's clear she won't listen to what you have to say," The cloaked figures said, putting his arm down. "The Nightmare Parasite will do its job on Blitzo while we wait for the I.M.P to deliver the book at the promised location when we make our next call. I'll be there to kill them and take the book. Even if they come with reinforcements, they will not last long. For now, I suggest you lock her up and leave her until we're done."

"Sadly, it seems we must," Natasha said as she made her way to the door with the rest. Before she closed and locked it, she said, "I do hope you change your mind, my daughter. Things will be better once you see things our way."

Stella screeched as her mother closed the door. She pounded on it and cursed the women she once loved and respected before falling to the floor in tears. All Stella wanted was to protect her family, and now billions of lives were at risk because of her foolishness. She thought about Blitzo and all the damage done to him. How ruined and broken, he was in chains while his blood poured out of him.

"What have I done? Forgive me, Blitzo, please forgive me!" She begged as she tried to think of a way out of her predicament. She needed to go home, tell her husband everything, even if it meant him hating her for what she had done. "But how?! How can I get out?!"

She walked over to a nearby chair and started to think. Along the way, she touched her wedding ring and gasped upon realization. She recalled that Stolas had given it a spell that would allow her to transport herself back to the house should anything happen. It was a method to help her avoid any problems at home should she find herself at risk.

Stella cursed herself for not thinking of it when she had Blitzo in her arms. She could have used it to transport them both, but there was no choice now. Placing her hand on the ring, she closed her eyes and summoned her demonic energy. The ring began to glow before Stella's eyes opened wide, glowing with power.

"Home," she said before disappearing in a flash of light.

***Present***

"That's how I came back here," Stella said, looking up. "That is everything."

Stolas couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew that Natasha was an evil bitch, but this was insane. The looks on Blitzo's family were also matching his own. Even Reginald had stared at Natasha with his jaw wide open, and he never made an expression. Ever.

"What the actual fuck?!" Loona shouted in disbelief. "They're going to try and do a Hilter in Hell?! Is that even possible?!"

"It is," Stolas answered with a grim expression. Everyone in the room looked at him with fear as he lowered his head towards the grimoire and summoned it. He flipped to the page of the dangerous spell and winced. "The spell is real. I've read it before, but I never planned on using it in my entire existence. It's one of the most dangerous spells that can be uttered. If used correctly, it can create a portal big enough to swallow an entire Circle of Hell and destroy everything inside. Nothing can escape it either. Once you go in, you're doomed unless God himself intervenes."

"Our race, our people," Moxxie muttered in fear and worry. "Not to mention so many others. They would kill us all."

"You have to stop them!" Stella shouted. "You have the book, but you need to save Blitzo! If he does have a Nightmare Parasite, then who knows how long his sanity has left!"

"What the hell is a Nightmare Parasite?" Millie asked, raising her eyebrow.

"It's a foul creature that can bring the worst fears, real and imaginary, to life in your mind! It literally doesn't stop until the person who has it is scared and traumatized so much that they die of shock and fear!" Stolas growled before turning to his wife. "Where is he! Tell me now!"

"By Sullenspine Canyon," Stella said as she walked over to the nearby illusionary map on Stolas' desk. She pointed at an exact location, and it zoomed in. "Here! This the place!"

Stolas turned to Reginald. "Get every shadow guard geared up for a full-on raid! Top armor and weapons! We're taking no chances! Prepare my armor and spear!" He then eyed the determined three I.M.P. members and nodded. "And give Moxxi, Millie, and Loona access to the armory as well. Nothing is off-limits."

"Understood, follow me, you three," Reginald said as the three quickly followed the butler out of the room.

Stolas was about to leave until he paused and turned to his silent wife. "I will tell you right now, Stella. If Blitzo dies, then your fate is sealed as well. I do not know what I will do to you if he lives, but I will say this right now. You and I are done. You are no longer my wife, and I will see to it that you will never see Octavia again!"

"You can't do that!" Stella screamed, trying to rush to Stolas, but he pushed her away onto a couch. "She's my daughter!"

"THAT YOU MADE CRY IN GUILT AND SHAME BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" Stolas screamed, which made the house quake. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK OR SEE OCTAVIA FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER! TO US! YOU ARE NO MOTHER OR WIFE! YOU ARE HATEFUL MONSTER WHO LET HER BITTERNESS GET THE BEST OF HER AND HURT THIS ENTIRE FAMILY!!!"

Stella didn't cry or whimper to her credit. She just looked down, ashamed, and slowly nodded. "I know...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Stolas. I just wanted to protect my family."

"And in doing so, you ruined it," Stolas said, slowly calming down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You will remain in this room until I have returned. You will not leave, for if you do, I will have you killed the moment a single feather of your body steps outside. I will deal with you later."

"...do you love him?" Stella asked, closing his eyes.

"...Yes."

"Did you ever love me?"

"...I did," Stolas answered, back turned to her. "I loved you not as a husband but as a friend and someone I respected. You gave me a daughter I would not trade for anything in the world. You were family, and I would have done anything to protect you. That is all gone now. You are nothing to me. Not my wife, not my friend, and not a part of this family."

He turned around and glared. "I will never forgive you, Stella. Maybe God can do so with his so-called infinite love, but I will never. "

Stolas soon left and closed the door behind him. The moment he did, his wife began to weep loudly, and he closed his eyes while focusing his emotions elsewhere. He would deal with his wife afterward, but now he had to save Blitzo.

It was time to bring him home.