A Truly Perfect Stranger part 3

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel General #921
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Stol Anon part 3 coming at ya.

>Hands remained locked together, yours softly holding Stella’s.
>“I won’t hurt you Stella, I promise.” As the words left your oddly flexible beak you could see her doubtful eyes bare into you.
>“I wish I could believe that, but I know you better than anyone.” Her eyes trail away from you.
>You grip her hands a bit tighter, trying to assure her. However the classic romantic action seems to not phase her.

>She shakes her head, not out of anger or disappointment but mental exhaustion.
>“It’s too early for this. I can’t trust you Stolas, even if you mean it.”
>Bags lay under her eyes and her beak is in a frown, the act of getting up from her chair seemed laborsome for her. Her hands reluctantly letting go of yours.

>“I’m going to practice for the upcoming ball, I suggest you do as well.” She seemingly pleaded as she quietly walked away from the table.
>Your heart clenches in your chest, you’ve really hurt her huh? Or at least the owl or dream bird being did.
>The princess went to her bedroom, their bedroom. taking off her crown she stares at it a moment before falling butt first on the bed.
>Stella sighed she didn’t get why Stolas decided now of all times to try and fix his mistakes, it’s pointless, they just cant love each other after all that he did.
>That’s what she thought anyway, but seeing this odd side to him, one that actually seems to listen it, it gave her something she hadn’t felt since her daughter was born, hope. Grabbing a nearby pillow Stella put it over her face and screamed. >How the f-k does she react to this?

>Stella looks to the dresser to see her usual solution for her stress, red wine.
>Well, he’s probably gonna f-k that imp and defile their name further, so she can have a few drinks in the morning. He wouldn’t change, but she wishes that he could. Stella takes sip straight from the bottle.
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>You lament quietly at the empty table, empty save for a half finished steak and some oversized pancakes. Sighing you decide to take trip back to the kitchen, because that is literally the only part of the house you know about. Wait she mentioned a ball right?
>Like one the one where rich people gather? Sht, Well one problem at a time.

>As you strode down the halls shirtless and confused you notice something red move in the corner of your eye, curious you snap your head towards the blob of color.
>Hoping to escape your racing mind you follow it hopes of prostrating from your stressful thoughts. You look down at the being who seems to be using a dustpan and broom in fruitless attempt to clean up the mess you had made this morning.
>A midget, or is little person more appropriate? >Either way they were red and seemed to have to height of a toddler. White and black striped horns, white hair and an honestly adorable two piece butler uniform. Whose child was this?

>“Are you lost, kid?” You ask approaching the odd being.
>An exhausted sigh leaves the Irish skinned child as it turned heel to meet your gaze.
>“M’lord we have been over this, You cannot legally seduce the help, you have your business partner to sleep with, please just let me work.” A surprisingly deep voice answered tiredly not bothering to meet your gaze.
>For a moment you stare into his half-lidded yellow eyes, bewildered at answer that
brought up at least several questions.

>“You have a deep voice for a child, are you a mi-person of small stature.” You ask correcting yourself. Hoping to avoid the terrible conclusion that mind had jumped.
>“Yes M’lord I am an imp, as anyone could see.”
>The red child turns their head from their cleaning duties only to be met with the terrifying visage of his lord with his claws over his face, beak agape in pure disgust as if witnessing some horrible horror.
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>A loud banging brings you out of the terrifying thoughts that had appeared in your hollow mind. “looks like your business partner is here M’lord, please don’t make such a mess.”
>His respectful yet done with this world voice informed. You nod, having no idea where the entrance is. You look down at the apparent imp, who is likely a child servant, making you a practical slave owner.
>Guilt, the guilt hurts, but you have no idea where anything is...
>“Uh, could you take me to the entrance?” You ask hoarsely. The servant sighs at you. “M’lord I know that the royalty is permitted to drink in excess, but have you truly quaffed so much that you have forgotten the layout of your own mansion?” An accusatory tone laced their words.

>“Uh....yes the reason I don’t know is because I drank heavily, an obscene amount, people were scared.” You quickly say in an attempt to grasp any sort of help form the help.
>With a shake of their head the set the pan and broom next to the fridge start to walk down the hall.
>“Of course you we’re drunk, all the royals are drunk, what else could cause the childlike display. in the kitchen.” The child seethes as you follow behind them not caring that you can hear.
>Well, he seems to know a lot about the apparent royals, wait does this mean you were one. He did call you “M’lord”, your wife wears a crown and you are in a giant mansion. Yeah, your not the sharpest tool in the shed.

>Walking past all the various paints of...you, the prince and the apparent deep voiced child of a butler, don’t think about it, your not a bad person, you just have small child servants, who said that you tried to, you feel bile rise in your throat.
>“We’re here M’lord, please don’t throw up in the halls I just cleaned.”
>As expected two overly carved doors stood before you, and a very loud banged at what sounds like curses is coming from the other side.
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>With a hint of worry you shakily place a claw on the ebony handle of the door, and swing it o-
>“Cck suck-“ A red rams a fist into your needle thin gut, somehow you didn’t feel any pain from it.

>“er.....about f-kin time. Let’s get this over with.” The cow spotted thing attempted to shove past you.
>You slowly and calmly put a claw on his face and gently shove. He falls on his non-existent ass and onto the steps with a loud “F-k!”.
>Sht, you just meant to lightly push.
>“Sorry, whoever you are, but-“ The suited demon stood back up his eyes full of rage.
>“I’ve f-king had it! Everyone seems to think that you can just push my ass around bu-“

>“Can you please leave. I’m going through a lot right now, man.” You interrupt the foul mouthed individual, your mind was just too full of bad thoughts right now. You feel sick.
>Blitzo stopped, literally he stood perfectly still for a whole minute with his mouth stuck in mid rant.
>Movement returned to him soon.
>“What? We had a gentleman’s agreement I f-k you periodically.” He says in pointing a single finger at you.
>Blitzo sticks out a second finger “I get to keep the book for my business.”
You blink trying to keep your insides inside.

>“Dude, you can keep it, just leave.” You sigh as you hold your head.
>Blitzo’s expression suddenly freezes before turning as he fully absorbs your sickly words.
>“Wait so I don’t need to f-k you, and I get to keep the book?” Blitzo asks stepping closer to the prince. For the first time were things finally gonna go hi-
>“HUURGH!” You violently expunge your guts contents onto the business owner.
>The butler watches in mild amusement as the defiled imp was covered in sick.
>Blitzo says nothing but stares upward into the tired eyes of stolas.
>”Yeah, sorry.” You mumble as a face of pure lividity looks back at you.
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>“F-k you! I hated every moment I’ve ever spent with you and your weird bird dck! I’m taking your f-king grimore! Screw you!” The imp screamed with a cracked voice.

>Damn you feel bad, but the realization that you might be a....terrible thing, has made you feel rather ill.
>”Sir you do realize you need that grimore right? Lady Stella is holding great importance on this meet up.”
>Guilt reminder incarnate says as they look up at you.
>Oh sht, yeah you probably need that.
>“Hey, hold on for a second.” You croak our as you attempt to step down the stairs.
>“Eat an entire ass!” The infuriated imp yells back as they make way to their car.
>“I said wait.”
>You raise your voice in frustration. Everything about yourself at the moment just feels so messed up. Your mind is in a frenzy of guilt and anger.
>“I’m not f-king you again!” The bile laced imp yelled as he opens the car door.
>“Stop god damn it!” You yell, staring at the imp. >You owe your balance and fall on the road, however this time you catch yourself with your arms. Slowly you get back up to face your apparent business partner

>“Look I-“ You stare back at a stone face frozen in sudden shock as is form is gripping a car handle.
Blitzo was gone in his place was a statue.
>What? What just happened
Blitzo was gone in his place was a statue. What? What just happened?
>“My sympathies, or congratulations I guess.” The servant chided
>“I don’t need pestering form a child right now, I’m already confused.”
>“I’m 78 years old, M’lord.” They state bitterly
“Oh thank god.” You sigh a breath of relief, at least your not that bad.
>Your greeted by the stone, cold face of a guy who was apparently booty calling you.
>“So, Uh, where was that business that guy mentioned?”
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>”How should I know?”
Realization hits you like baseball bat to the skull. >You just turned the one guy who knew where that apparent book was to marble.
>“So...how important is this book? And can we reverse someone turning into a mineral?” Talons scratch the stone tiles anxiously
>“I’d imagine if you show up without a grimore to the royal GRIMORE Ball the Goetia family will be exiled by the other houses.
>Also no, only a particularly strong demon can undo petrifaction. So either ask your wife or your daughter I guess.”
>The under paid elder states as he watches his lord pace around the statue.
>“I have a daughter?” The prince doesn’t hide his surprise.
>“How are you alive?” The servant asks out of pure curiosity.

End of part 3

Sorry it takes so long I’ll try to update every Monday, please tell me what to work on and how to improve the story. Yes Stella will be back but in chapter 4 I’m planning on Octavia bonding as the two of them scour a city that neither of them have a clue about. It’s always sunny snowballing will be plentiful in that one and will be a lot more comedic in tone.