Stella enjoys Augustus and Layla part 3

from /hhg/ - Helluva Hotel General #812
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Phenex A Great Marquis of the Ars Goetia
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>the imp sighed, adjusting the tight collar of his shirt
>"Yeah, yeah, fine, it's not some boring, tight-as party, and I did get to hear the Queen sing goth metal, which... Well, I'm still not over that, but it was a good distraction from that one btch that was screeching like a harpy after every song..."
>"Yessss, the Queen does tend to elicit a certain... Reaction, from people who hear her sing up, close and personal, for the first time..."
>"Well, that explains why someone sounded like a dying albatross... But now, everyone's just... Fking, while her majesty is just sitting there with spread legs, as if she's soaking up all the horniness in the room through her cooch or something..."
>"Ah, better leave her be, Blitzy. Besides, wouldn't you wish to... Mingle, perhaps~?"

>in an instant, Blitzo stepped away from Stolas' side, and looked up at him with glare
>"If you just fking brought me here to show off to a bunch of rich, entitled, elitist asholes that you're "brave" enough to go slumming with--!"
>"What? Nononono!" burst out Stolas "I just wanted you come to a party, is all!"
>"Yeah, sure..." the imp grumbled "SOME fking party. Yeah, that's what it literally is! A FKING party! God, you really just brought me here to show off, haven't you?!"
>"No! Nonono!" Stolas retorted, mildly hurt by the accusation "I just figured you could see some of the high society you're so judgemental about. Besides, I've brought you to one of the Queen's most private performances!"
>"Private my AS! ...Fine."
>but he continued to sulk
>"But this really just some elitist rgy for BORING people. At least WE'RE not here to fk, because God knows I don't need that right now. Besides, we could that at your place. Or hell, you could that just about anywhere. Maybe, instead of me, you could actually take your wi--"
>"Stolas..."

>both of them froze, mid-stride, and looked ahead, at the white figure towering before them, like an icy hill

>speak of the devil
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>her expression...
>God, Blitzo had seen her angry before, but she was BEYOND livid, now...
>her eyes were wide as saucers, and blazing red
>she looked less angry, and more shocked, but a few tell-tale details revealed just how UNGODLY furious she was
>although, he had to admit, she cleaned up nicely for the night - a more up-to-date, silvery little number that really accentuated her curves
>a far cry from the overly modest, Victorian-era garbs she usually touted
>but Satan, she smelled of alcohol!
>the stench so strong, you could fking lean against it! How was she not dead?

>Stolas remained rooted in place, a look of mortified horror spreading onto his face, mingling with gut-punching guilt, burning shame, and just general incredulous dumbfoundedness
>Stella? Here? Now? What? Why? How?!
>overwhelmed and panicking, he completely froze up, with the only thing on him that remained mercilessly mobile (if glacially slow) being his eyes...
>...which slowly wandered to the side, and noticed the Pennas looking at him as well
>Oh, right, they probably brought her along as a plus one--oh fuck that's right

>between Stella looking ready to detonate, Stolas being frozen in fear, and those other two (who he could swear he had seen before) eyeballing them, Blitzo sucked air through his teeth, like he just remembered that he left a stick of dynamite in the oven

>"This is gonna ssssuuuuck..."
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>"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!"

>honestly, he was impressed
>she managed to keep it together until they got out of earshot of everyone
>currently, they were in some sort of nexus between two hallways and the main ballroom
>one of those fking useless rooms that you'd have because you have enough money to waste it one---NO! Keep your head in the fking game, asshole!

>"OF ALL THE HORRID, SELFISH, THOUGHTLESS INSULTS...!"
>"Stella..."
>"...You forgot about me again, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU, YOU DEMENTED WHRE!"
>"Stella, I..."
>"NO!!! I'VE HAD IT!!! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU AND YOUR FKING CM-SOAKED, SX-ERODED BRAIN!!! You just walk through your life, OUR LIVES, like everything is supposed to FKING CATER TO YOUR WHIMS!!! You cheat on me, drag OUR name through the mud, HUMILIATE ME! HUMILIATE YOUR DAUGHTER! You literally WHRED YOURSELF OUT FOR NOTHING!"
>seething, she threw her hands towards Blitzo
>"...I mean, FK, EVEN HE HAD MORE CHIVALRY IN HIM THAN YOU! AND HE'S JUST FKING USING TO RUN HIS BUSINESS!"
>Stolas looked hurt
>no longer able to meet her glare (especially as the tears began to flow), he hung his head in shame
>"...What, you thought he actually LOVED you?! Ha-ahahahAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA...!"
>that had to be the ugliest laugh he had ever heard
>not because of her voice...
>...no...
>...it was all the hurt in it

>already feeling like sht (he has been, for quite a while now, but ESPECIALLY in the last couple of days), he felt himself grow worse as the fight dragged on above him
>"...I can't fking BELIEVE that Octavia chose YOU! Well, you must be doing SOMETHING right, given that she forgave you for FORGETTING HER DAMN BIRTHDAY?"

>this caused Blitzo to turn
>"You fking what?!" he asked, incredulously

>though he didn't look up, Stolas began to frown
>"...Oh, yeah! And prom night! And our anniversary! Hell, I'm surprised he still sticks around the holidays instead of sking YOUR cck!" Stella ranted, motioning towards the imp again
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>Stella took a deep breath, trying to stymie her sobs
>when she spoke up again, the rage in her voice hat turned into a cold sternness, which soon boiled over again
>"Cheat on me? Fine. Humiliate us? Sure, go ahead! Give out your book to some random imp in exchange for some quickies? That--"
>"Oh, they weren't just quickies, I can tell you THAT!"

>Stolas' sudden snap stunned all of them
>and then, he kept on going
>"They were the most passionate, elaborate, and DEDICATED hours, HOURS of pleasure I've ever had..."
>and he narrowed his eyes at her, icily
>"...Not that your frigid ass could even BEGIN to comprehend any of it!"

>to the side, the Pennas flinched
>Stella, still hurt, could only swallow raspily, as the Prince continued to went his frustration
>"...And oh, what's this? You suddenly CARE about your daughter? After what, SEVENTEEN YEARS?! After I comforted her after every nightmare? After I made her meals myself every day? After I bathed, cleaned, healed, and supported her throughout her ENTIRE life, while you did NOTHING, but DEMEAN, RIDICULE, and SUPPRESS HER?!
>and he looked her dead in the eye
>"...After we promised to each other, that, despite the fact that we've been forced together, we'll NEVER make the same mistakes as our parents did? That we'll NEVER put her through the SAME SHT we've been?! After we promised to each other that, despite everything, we'll at least make EACH OTHER, AND HER, HAPPY, JUST to spite our folks?!"
>realizing he'd gone off rail, he reared back, slightly, and tried to regain some composure

>"Yeah, she's MY daughter..." he hissed, finally "And I'm FKING PROUD OF HER! PROUD OF WHO SHE IS! She's not just an EGG to me!"
>and he leaned close again, giving Stella the same, wide-eyed look she had fixed him with in the ballroom

>"...Can you say the same, dear? After all the shouting and screaming and smashing furniture like a BLOODY FIVE YEARS OLD THROWING A TANTRUM, can you say the same?!"
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>now openly crying, Stella could hardly muster up the next sentence
>"...Wuh-Why didn't you fking TELL ME THEN, ASSHOLE?!"
>Stolas was taken aback
>"I wa-was there with you the ENTIRE TIME! Not once, ONCE, did you speak up about ANYTHING! Honestly, I don't even know anymore if you're that spineless or that much of a fking MORON! NO, no, the real moron here is ME, because I believed your FLIGHTY, PERERTED heart could actually LOVE me! But NOOOO! You fall for the FIRST FKING BURGLING MUTANT that threw himself through the window!"
>"I TRIED to love you!" Stolas snapped, exasperated "WITH ALL OF MY HEART! I TRIED to look pass the coldness, the elitism, the UTTER INABILITY TO BE A MOTHER, and the fact that you'd spend sunny afternoons LYING THROUGH YOUR BEAK TO OUR FRIENDS, pretending that EVERYTHING'S FINE!"
>"I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT OUR IMAGE!"
>"Oh, yes, OF FKING COURSE! OUR IMAGE! THE SPECTACLE, THE LITTLE PLAY WE PUT ON FOR EVERY VISITOR, THE ACT OF A FUNCTIONAL. HAPPY. ROYAL. FAMILY!"
>Pandora's box had been opened, as Stolas was well and truly off on one
>Blitzo had never seen him like this, and, judging by their expressions, neither did the other two birds

>"SATAN, you make me SICK! YOU'RE A FAKE! A FRAUD! A SOCIAL CLIMBER! You let yourself become this DISGUSTING, SPINELESS PRETENDER, acting like everything is NORMAL, when you've LONG STOPPED EVEN TRYING after the FIRST FKING FEATHER OUT OF LINE! You've spent your entire life POSTURING and VIRTUE SIGNALLING like, like... Like some sort of POLITICIAN, WHRING YOURSELF OUT TO AN UNCARING PUBLIC, TRYING TO SAVE FACE BY STOMPING ON OURS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR "FRIENDS"!"
>chocking on his own breath, he stopped, coughing and spluttering, before just shaking his head a spitting a thick loogie onto the floor, his ire having apparently built up as literal phlegm crawling up his throat
>wiping his mouth, he looked Stella in the eye again
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>his mouth curled into a sickening grin
>one filled with years of bottled up hatred
>"And now... Here we are..." and he gave a strangled chuckle, motioning wildly towards their surroundings "In Queen Lilith's playhouse... On a LITERAL. FKING. PARTY! Where everyone, every "friend" of yours, that you kissed up to at OUR expense... Is now fking like a bunch of hrny teenagers! No care for gender or marriage. Hell, the only thing that sets them aside from the COMMON sinner is that they're TOO ASHAMED to do it in public! Nooo, they have to hide away, make this into their exclusive club, while they all SNEER at the imps, succubi and humans who do the same!"

>all at once, his smile fell
>he looked broken

>"...Why? Why do you want this? Why do you want this, this hypocrisy?! This sickening, pretentious elitism?! Carry myself with more grace? Sure! Try to at least pretend to be interested in the milquetoast nonsense of our supposed "FRIENDS"?! Sure, for you, I would've done it, since you clearly enjoyed their company! But then... This?"
>and he motioned between them
>"...This game we played? Play? This is sick. And yet, this is the "tradition" you chose to hold up. Crushing everything to fit into a mold, killing all passion unless it's "useful", and leaving behind nothing, but the same, empty, tired husks that our parents became after they passed on their titles, only just fking crumble like dried mud. All their pretention, all their snobbery, all their twisted love that left us empty and wanting, and UNABLE to care or nurture one another, LET ALONE Octavia... Why do you want that? Why do you want to pass that on? There are SO MANY great things you could salvage from the past! Your training! Your passion for the arts! Hell, even your sharpened tongue for arguments! So, why this...?"