Owl anon almost die - anons talking about it

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel General #918, #921, #934
story: https://pastebin.com/QxKm8F6i
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Did stella turn striker inside out for nearly killing her son?
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I hope so
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>Owlanon kept crying
F-k, I want to hold him tight and tell him I'll find a way to fix this
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Owlnon needs daily cuddles, fella's life sucks
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Sht, Stolas is a complete asshole here
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Are we gonna get Stella tearing Striker apart with her bare hands?
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that would be metal af, but probably not
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Knowing demonic regeneration he'll likely heal with time
Not fully, blessed bullet and all that
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>>43116093
Sinners regenerate, there has been nothing to suggest Hellborn possess such regenerative capabilities (Blitzo had his arm in a sling following being shot for example).
Bad times ahead for Owlanon in this story.
>>43114268
Poor baby Owlanon.
Wonder what Stolas is up to, seems like he can't handle stress.
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Healing magic therapy seems like a good option for him if he can't heal on his own
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Very likely and its the only good case scenario to justify Stolas's absence. Cause any other explanation would cement him in the shit tier category of a Father in this story.
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Stolas cramming magical studies to heal his son seems in character for him
While he is a pretty sht parent he does care about his children
Stella probably saw stolas studying with Blitzo assisting him and decided to twist the truth to Octavia who in turn told Owlanon they were fking
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>Octavia only becoming closer to him now that he's effectively crippled
Jeez. I know a lot of that is teenage angst and social withdrawal, but that's pretty fking selfish. Getting her sympathy is like trying to draw blood from a stone, so it seems.
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>Seraphic bullet
Yeah his throat ain't healing completely
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>He has to start using one of those electric voice boxes
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probably
>stolas walks into the living room
>finds owlnon talking to stella and octavia
>stolas calls out to his son only to be met with a glare
"an imp."
>his voice sounded quiet and raspy but was covered up by an electrolarynx
"an imp was more important than your son."
>owlnon walks up to his father and looks him in the eyes
>he pulls the device away from his throat
"i. hate. you."
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Ouch
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>Owlanon stared at the ceiling of his shared bedroom, his sisters music blared next to him as she slept.
>The words of his parents conversation that he overheard rattled his mind.
>”He’s not technically royalty, your naming convention f-ked him!”
>He could hear the words of his angry mother as she yelled at their house breaker of a dad.
>He remembered seeing a sight he had never seen before in his mother, tears were clear in her eyes.
>She yelled at Stolas for not just ruining their marriage but their sons life for a joke.
>Yep his name was a literal joke, he was born a joke.
>He put in all the effort to impress his mother, He spent countless hours in the mirror practicing politics.
>He tried to be a good heir, and all he got was to occasional smile from mother and mostly just indifference from the rest of his family.
>Dad doesn’t acknowledge him, was it because he saw him as just some punchline?
>Owlanon sleepily rubbed his tired eyes ignoring the wet streaks that ran down his face
>His pride as a goetia was false, what the f-k else is there for him to hold onto?
>Looking to his sleeping sister he tried to think of all the good times he has had.
>Very few memories came up, it was mostly just praises from mother on being a “good boy” and winning the occasional light hearted argument with his sister.
>Has he really been miserable this whole time?
>The owl sniffled, No...no he had to be good at...something!
>Yeah, he didn’t need Mom! He could make it out in the world if he wanted too!
>Owlanon sat up in his shared bed.
>new found confidence filled him, he was gonna prove his worth.
>Wait, didn’t dads cm dump have a business?
>If that spineless slacker could make a living so could he!
>Yeah, all he needed to do was go outside.
>The false heir slowly got out of bed careful as not to wake his sister.
>Carefully the owl snaked his way down the hall all the way to the entrance of their grand mansion.
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>Well, His family’s mansion, or the one that would inevitably be given to Octavia.
>With the speed and grace of someone who has never jogged in their life Owlanon ran outside, his family couldn’t hear him now.
>Rubbing their hands together Anon used what little mastery he was given and attempted to make a portal, several times.
>The sun rose as a tired and sleep deprived heir finally opened a portal to...whatever he didn’t care what circle he is sure he could handle it.
>The tried bird literally fell through the portal and onto someone’s hardwood floor.
>”The f-k was that?” A sleepy mooxie mumbled as he is entangled by his wife.
>”Shh, it’s probably-“ Millie is cutoff by a loud snore coming from directly in front of their bed.
>The two imps stared at the feathered stranger before shrugging and deciding to go back to sleep, that was a tomorrow problem.