Stolas forgot Owlanon and Octavia Birthday

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #809
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>Stolas sighed in contentment.
>He'd had such a wonderful time with Blitzy~
>In such a public location, his big-dicked imp's office!
>Though... hadn't he forgotten something?
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>Owlnon stared down into his wine glass full of fruit punch, as he stood in the entry room.
>He kept glancing torwards the door.
>The noises of a polite yet populated party could be heard, even from another room

>"Sir?"
>Owlnon's head quickly flipped to the Imp Butler who had spoke.
>"Your Mother had sent me, sir. She wanted me to check on you."
>Owlnon sighed.
>"I'm fine, tell Mother that I won't be too long. I'll return to the party when Father arrives. He'll be here any second now."
>The Butler bowed, and followed his orders.
>Octavia had already retreated to her room and music, so only Owlnon was left to celebrate their shared birthday.

>"Any second now."
>He thought to himself
>"He wouldn't miss this..."
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>It's 3 in the morning
>Owlanon fell asleep waiting for his father never having left hiz seat
>Stolas didn't notice, he used magic to go straight to his bedroom
>Stella was already asleep when he arrived
>As he changes into his sleepwear he gives a glance at a nearby calendar
>Today is circled multiple times with three arrows pointing it out
>TAVI AND NONNY B-DAY!!!
>Isn't that toda-
'Oh! Oh. Ooooh...'
"Sht..."
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>A day later
>Stolas finally returns home, not ready for the potential confrontation
>And there you have it, two owl teenagers giving him glares that Stella couldn't dream of replicating
>Tavi is the first to speak up
>"So. How was it." she says with vitriol seeping in
>Owlnon doesn't add a comment of his own as he's too mentally enraged to speak
>"Oh, it was... fun..."
>Stolas' eyes drift slightly downwards, regret beginning to fill his heart
>"Anyway... I brought you gifts!"
>Stolas pulls out two wrapped boxes, one for each child
>Tavi perks up in curiosity while Owlnon doesn't move an inch
>Stolas makes his way to Tavi first, handing her the gift with care
>"One for you..."
>Tavi keeps her stern expression, but feels around the box in curiosity
>Stolas makes his way to Owlnon
>"And one for-"
>Suddenly, Owlnon shoves back Stolas as hard as he can, causing him to almost fall flat
>Both Tavi and Stolas are wide-eyed, in shock
>Owlnon is tightly clenching his fists, shaking as he stares down Stolas with tears beginning to form
>"A gift, huh?"
>"Is this your way of making it up to us?"
>"To me?"
>Owlnon holds his hands to his head, digging his claws into his scalp, facing somewhat downward
>"Is this how you make up for the neglection?"
>"The favoritism for Tavi?"
>Owlnon's voice becomes deeper and raspier as it raises
>"The blatant cheating on mom?"
>"Disregarding OUR BIRTHDAY?"
>"For BUSINESS?!"
>Owlnon can feel his claws drawing blood from his scalp, causing him to shake more
>Stolas takes notice of the rushing blood from Owlnon's head
>"ANON-"
>"NO!"
>Owlnon's wings flare with rage as he throws his arms down, blood flying off his claws and gift spiraling to the floor
>Pure hatred and wrath fill Owlnon's face as his stare threatens to kill
>Tavi and Stolas jump back in fear
>"YOU AND 'MOM' ARE THE MOST APATHETIC PIECES OF SHT IN ALL OF THE NINE CIRCLES!"
>"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT PRETENDING TO CARE!"
>"Anon, please!-"
>"SHUT. UP, 'DAD'."
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>"HOW DARE YOU EVEN TRY TO SPEAK TO ME AFTER ALL YOU'VE DONE!"
>Stella rushes down to see what all of this commotion is about
>As per usual, she's become angry
>"ANONYMOUS! WHAT IN SATAN'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
>Owlnon almost snaps his neck turning to Stella, eyes piercing angelic daggers into hers
>"DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOU."
>Owlnon shoots an accusing point to Stella
>"YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN HE IS! ANYTIME THERE IS AN ISSUE REVOLVING US YOU ONLY ACT ON IT TO SAVE FACE."
>"TCH, HE'S CHEATED ON YOU COUNTLESS TIMES, BUT YOU ONLY STARTED CARING WHEN IT MADE YOU LOOK BAD!"
>"SO DON'T EVEN TELL ME. I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO SAY 'I'M ANGRY AT HIM BECAUSE HE TRICKED US'."
>"YOU BOTH DID. YOU BOTH STABBED ME IN MY BACK!"
>Stella's eyes also begin to glow red, irises visible
>"...How dare you even THINK ABOUT TALKING TO ME THAT WAY!"
>"You don't understand why I do what I do!"
>"Your father-"
>"DON'T TRY TO PUSH THE BLAME, GREEDY BTCH!"
>THAT struck a nerve, and hard
>"BOY, I DIDN'T COME DOWN HERE TO WASTE MY TIME ON A PATHETIC, UNGRATEFUL CHILD'S PROBLEMS!"
>Stella reaches for the nearest vase, but...
>"Pathetic? Ungrateful?"
>...SNAP.
>Owlnon takes the vase, and smashes it directly on her face
>"LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE, YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS HAG!"
>Owlnon has lost all control by this point
>He takes the family painting on the wall, yanks it off, and throws it with as much force possible towards their carnivorous plant
>The purple plant is immediately killed by the painting, and the wall behind is totally gone
>Everyone else has ducked for cover, and can only watch as Owlnon succumbs to his 18 years of pent-up rage
>The blood from his head begins pouring as the veins are shifted into overdrive
>Rip apart the fridge, sending electricity flyinh
>ignore their pleading
>Take the knives, simultaneously throw them into the television
>ignore their pleading
>Continue screeching with nothing but malevolence
>ignore their pleading
2/3 oops
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>Tear the microwave to shreds with one swipe of claws
>ignore their pleading
>Take the entire counter and hurl it into the wall as it goes through multiple rooms
>ignore their pleading
>Watch as Tavi slams into you with a hug
>ignore their ple-
>What?
>"STOP!"
>Tavi is screeching at a level never heard before, high pitched and full of despair
>"WHAT THE- NO! GET OFF!"
>"NO!"
>"OCTAVIA!"
>"NOOOO!"
>"STOP!"
>"STOP!"
>"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!"
>Tavi is screaming as harshly as possible, begging for Owlnon to regain his sanity
>"DAMN IT, ANON, PLEASE STOP!"
>"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"
>"PLEASE!"
>"I LOVE YOU!"
>Owlnon's struggles slowly begin to fade as Tavi's embrace holds even tighter
>"I LOVE YOU, ANON..."
>The fatigue from the outburst is starting to set in
>Tavi's screaming turns into unstoppable sobbing
>Once Owlnon hears her hyperventilating and crying, he's lost all malice inside of him
>He feels the regret and sorrow rushing up to his brain, slowly losing his footing
>"YOU'RE OKAY ANON, I'M RIGHT HERE..."
>Derived of balance, Owlnon collides with the wall behind him, dragging Tavi with him
>Falling to his knees he's faced with Tavi's lower torso
>Owlnon envelops her, with all but guilt erased from his mind
>"I'm sorry..."
>He cracks as the weight of it all blurs with his voice
>Tavi holds Owlnon as he sobs into her shirt, holding on to her as tight as he can
>"Please don't leave me..."
>"I won't, Anon. I'm here for you... right here."
>As Stolas and Stella take everything in, they were hit with a brutal realization
>Not only did they fail their children
>They failed themselves
>And there is much work to be done.
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the what if's.
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>The next day
>Stolas sits at the dinner table trying not to notice the uncomfortable gazes on hi-
>*Squelch!*
>All three heads stare at stolas whose face is frozen in a smile, yeah he was still kinda filled from last night.
>The face of pure disappointment on Nonny and the “I’m not fuking suprsied” look from Tavi said a thousand words.
>Stolas cleared his bird throat spitting up some white substance on the table as he did so.
>”Octavia, Nonny I now realize that I may have missed a certain day, celebrating a certain theme.”
>Stolas raised an empty wine glass to his two spawn. Who both seem to be unwilling to make eye contact with their father.
>”But I’ll have you that the business I had was monumentally important. But not too important that I didn’t remember to get gifts!”
>Stolas slammed a heavy looking present wrapped in ebony bows.
>”That’s a single box” Octavia stated looking up from her phone
>Looking down at the single box dad bird finally realized he forgot to buy Nonny a gift. Shit, again?
>”W-well you to can share! That’s what siblings do after all!”
>Big bird slid the box to lesser bird
>Which so happened to be anon.
>The king could tell his son expected disappointment but when he opened the box he would-
>”Why is there a giant black dick in this box?” >Anon stated in an almost entirely empty voice,
>Oh, he must have mixed up blitzos and his kids gifts again.
>Shit make it look like you meant to do it,
>”H-happy Birthday” Stoals exclaimed.
>The table is silent save for the green owls head slamming in the table.
>Welp he tried.
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>next day
>profuse appologizing from Stolas
>Owlanon doesn't even know what for
>"Hey, dad, what's all this for?"
>"Yesterday was your birthday, again, I'm so sorry, I'll make up for it today."
>"Wait, it was?"