Pennas and Goetias, part 3 - Now with added Phenex

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(This is amazing. I love this. So I've decided to add my own idea. Don't worry this prob isn't canon.)

>Be Phenex. A Great Marquis of the Ars Goetia.
>Decide to go to Lilith’s many parties. Gonna get my groove on.
>See that Prince Stolas’ wife has decided to join in. I think her name is Stella? Anyway, Stella has arrived along with the Pennas. Great to see them come by.
>I look forward to.. Doing the nasty with the-
>Holy sh_t Stella just downed an entire bottle of Vodka like it was nothing. The Pennas had to drag the woman away from the drink table.
>I decide to sit closer to the three and hear what exactly is going on.
>Amazing party as always. Nice singing. German is a great-sounding language.
>After the music I start listening to the conversation they’re having.
>I overhear a little too much and whisper to myself.

>”Unholy sh_t.”
>President Ose notices.
>”Something wrong?”
>”Nothing. Just amazed by the Queen’s show.”
>”Good to hear. I suppose we’ll be meeting each other when we finish the party?”
>”Of course.”

>Ose goes back to enjoying the party. I decided to get a smidge closer.
>I start listening in and make sure that I’m not too noticeable.
>Dear Satan, I didn’t think the marriage was going THAT bad. The thing is sinking faster than the Titanic.
>Also, Stolas f_cks imps? Disappointing. Lending such objects to them? Just disgusting.
>I’m starting to hate Stolas.
>After listening in I hear them gasp.
>I look at whatever they’re gasping at and realize it’s Stolas and the imp they were talking about.
>Oh Sh_t.
>Stolas and the imp start arguing and finally notice Stella was watching.
>OhF_ckOHSH_T

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>the imp sighed, adjusting the tight collar of his shirt
>"Yeah, yeah, fine, it's not some boring, tight-_ss 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 b_tch 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... F_cking, while her majesty is just sitting there with spread legs, as if she's soaking up all the h_rniness in the room through her c__ch 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 f_cking brought me here to show off to a bunch of rich, entitled, elitist _ssholes 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 f_cking party. Yeah, that's what it literally is! A F_CKING 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 _SS! ...Fine."
>but he continued to sulk
>"But this really just some elitist _rgy for BORING people. At least WE'RE not here to f_ck, 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 f_cking 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 f_ck 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 ssss____ck..."
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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 f_cking useless rooms that you'd have because you have enough money to waste it one---NO! Keep your head in the f_cking game, _sshole!

>"OF ALL THE HORRID, SELFISH, THOUGHTLESS INSULTS...!"
>"Stella..."
>"...You forgot about me again, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU, YOU DEMENTED WH_RE!"
>"Stella, I..."
>"NO!!! I'VE HAD IT!!! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU AND YOUR F_CKING C_M-SOAKED, S_X-ERODED BRAIN!!! You just walk through your life, OUR LIVES, like everything is supposed to F_CKING CATER TO YOUR WHIMS!!! You cheat on me, drag OUR name through the mud, HUMILIATE ME! HUMILIATE YOUR DAUGHTER! You literally WH_RED YOURSELF OUT FOR NOTHING!"
>seething, she threw her hands towards Blitzo
>"...I mean, F_CK, EVEN HE HAD MORE CHIVALRY IN HIM THAN YOU! AND HE'S JUST F_CKING 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 sh_t (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 f_cking 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 f_cking what?!" he asked, incredulously

>though he didn't look up, Stolas began to frown
>"...Oh, yeah! And prom night! And our anniversary! H_ll, I'm surprised he still sticks around the holidays instead of s_cking YOUR c_ck!" Stella ranted, motioning towards the imp again

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>I watch Stella, Stolas, the imp, and Pennas walk into the halls and I try my hardest to keep back but.. I need to hear the ending.
>I walk Ose into his ear and try to maintain my excitement.

>”My friend, I shall be doing something important. When the time comes for us all to do the nasty do not expect to see me.”
>”What are you talking about?”
>”Something about a traitor. It’s very important. Now hush and enjoy the party. We’ll speak very soon. I’ll see you later.”
>”Whatever you say.”

>I walk away from Ose and start following Stella and Stolas. I tighten my mask and walk through the many corridors and highways of the place and attempt to listen for screaming.
>After a few minutes of searching I hear screams and shouts. Not loud enough to be noticed by most but something that is noticeable by someone who’s searching for a sound.
>But my steps will be rather noticeable so I decided to do something I haven’t done for a while.. I transform into a bird and fly through the halls trying to find the location of the sound.
>Eventually I find the room they’re all in. The doors are closed and the screaming is rather loud. I land on a statue of Lucifer that overlooks the hall and merely enjoy the show and listen in.
>I start whispering to myself and try my best to not intervene.

>"Honestly I feel bad for Stella. She’s truly trying her best but it turns out that pr_ck Stolas likes sub-par c_ck. Truly repugnant."
>I continue listening to the drama and feel a sort of.. adrenaline.
>"Also, c_m-soaked brain? That is the best insult I've heard for an adulterer."
>I chuckle to myself and think of a few other insults Stella could've used.
>”I love this tension. So many secrets.. so many problems. So much entertainment!”

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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 _ss 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 SH_T 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, he's MY daughter..." he hissed, finally "And I'm F_CKING 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 BL__DY 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 f_cking TELL ME THEN, _SSHOLE?!"
>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 f_cking MORON! NO, no, the real moron here is ME, because I believed your FLIGHTY, PERVERTED heart could actually LOVE me! But NOOOO! You fall for the FIRST F_CKING 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 F_CKING 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 F_CKING FEATHER OUT OF LINE! You've spent your entire life POSTURING and VIRTUE SIGNALLING like, like... Like some sort of POLITICIAN, WH_RING 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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While Stella and Stolas have a screaming match Phenex is just sitting outside the room and listening to this clusterfuck go down.

>After a few moments, it starts getting quiet and I get slightly worried. I think to myself and start trying to decode what’s going on.
>Perhaps they heard me? Maybe they’re making sure others can’t hear?
>Finally the woman starts shouting. Perhaps she shall make an insult in the same level as “s_x-eroded brain”? This is rather enter-
>Stolas' screams slightly shake me up and I nearly fall off the statue.

>I didn’t expect the Prince to have so much fight in him.
>But why did he have to shout about loving c_ck from some random _ss imp? Why would he trust an imp to maintain this masquerade?
>Man it must s_ck to be the Pennas right now. Having to hear all this racket. Maybe I’ll invite them to a very nice dinner?

>I hear even more screams from Stolas. This time about his.. Daughter of all things. Octavia. The terrible excuse of a future Ars Goetia.
>Personally, I never liked her. Too much like the.. Lesser races?
>Her attitude is terrible. Even worse she barely studies and never even attempts to learn how it is to be an Ars Goetia.
>I would understand if she was a second or third child but she’s an heir for Satan’s sake.
>I continue to listen to Stolas’s shouts and start putting the pieces together.
>Everything terrible about Octavia comes from Stolas. The p_ss poor attitude, the lack of respect for tradition, the complete utter failure of her studies, and the worst of all… allowing her to act like a plebian.
>My hatred for Stolas grows more by the minute.

>I try to maintain my composure and try to listen to the screaming.
>Oh, dear Satan, it's going p_ss-poor for Stella and Stolas. I can hear both of them starting to crack.
>I can hear Stella’s cries and the coughing from Stolas isn’t normal.
>The aftermath of this fight will be very interesting. I may need to order some wine!

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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. F_CKING. PARTY! Where everyone, every "friend" of yours, that you kissed up to at OUR expense... Is now f_cking like a bunch of horny 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 f_cking 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...?"

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