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By Baby Jemma · Posted
Well, here's the next chapter of KC! No content warnings necessary for once (possibly some PTSD regarding Stolas and his sham of a marriage): just letting the readers know it's similar to Seeing Stars at points. Anyway, here's the next chapter: - Chapter Eleven: Smoggy Stars - Stolas was scared and despondent as he continued his search in Los Angeles, the human world for Octavia. Scared for Via’s safety. Scared that he hurt her. Scared that she would never forgive him - and she had every right to never forgive him. He had failed her, failed to keep the promise he made years ago. It had gone through the night with no luck; she had moved quickly from place to place. But he was hopeful, praying to Lucifer, to Satan, to the Sins, even to God Himself that she would be safe. And Blitz, his darling Blitzy…he had been hurt in a way that wouldn’t be easily healed, that no herb or potion would ever soothe. The Goetia Prince could sense that Blitz was reluctant to pursue a relationship, especially after he had all but forced sexual favors upon the imp. Favors for favors. It sounded so…disgusting, now that he had a chance to look back. Not because he didn’t love Blitz - he did - but because he didn’t meet the imp on his terms, that he used him for sex, hoping there would be more but never saying anything and leaving the imp hanging for the book, the book that was used for his job, that Stolas would lend him for those favors. I really am no better than my father, Stolas thought in disgust. “Hey, birdboy!” Loona’s bark came across as she showed him her phone. “I’m checking all sorts of things on her Sinstagram. You might want to come with me if we’re going to find her. Right now, she’s at the Griffith Observatory; she just posted a pic.” “Where she could see Azathoth’s Tears,” Stolas whispered, a pit growing in his stomach. “Yeah, and what the lawyer said? About being truthful to Octavia? Now’s the time, and I’ll back you up.” He didn’t want to say it. Stella, despite every cruelty she inflicted upon him, was still Via’s mother. She had laid the egg with their daughter, she had nurtured Via as well as he did, she helped Via with growing up as a girl. He didn’t want to badmouth Stella or- Or what? a logical part of him thought. She can’t hurt you anymore. She can only hurt Via, and even if you aren’t the perfect husband, you can still be a good father. “Come on, I may not be the best person to talk to Octavia, but you can be. What was the movie saying? ‘I can’t carry your burdens for you, but I can haul your fat ass up the observatory stairs’!” “Lord of the Rings, but that’s not iiiiii-” Loona had picked Stolas up, hefting him over her shoulder and was off with him screaming like a little girl at the sheer speed Loona was running at. Humans merely looked at them with indifference; it seemed like L.A. had too much to do and see than a young girl carrying a grown man in the night at speeds unnatural to humankind. Soon enough, they were at the observatory, and it was late at night, even with the moon was blurred by the smoggy sky. Loona immediately set down Stolas, and they turned back into their true forms, hearing the sobs of Octavia on top. Stolas’s heart both broke for his baby and burned with self-loathing. He had failed her in every conceivable way. What was wrong with him? Why was he such a poor excuse of a father, of a man? “Hey,” Loona went up to the observatory, Stolas timidly following behind. “Hey…” Octavia said, still sniffling, before she saw her father, and her eyes narrowed. “What do you want? Here to break another promise? Or are you just tired of screaming at Mum?” “Via…” Stolas felt his tongue dry up, unable to say any words, knowing nothing would excuse himself for what he did. “I’m so sorry…” “You think a ‘sorry’ is going to fix this?! All I wanted was to watch some dumb meteor shower…and all I got was this fucking smog!” “Yeah, the smog’s a bitch,” Loona said sympathetically, using her lighter to light a cigarette, to the coughing hoots of Octavia and Stolas alike. “And now you’re just adding to it,” Octavia muttered. “What, you think one cigarette is going to make this shithole worse?” Octavia glared at her father again. “So, what, you’re just here to get me, try to take custody? I know about the divorce. That you and Mum…” She couldn’t finish, tears in her eyes. “Via, I…” The owl Goetia couldn’t finish. This was impossible; what was he supposed to say to his distraught daughter to make things right? That Stella was an abusive witch who hurt him at every opportunity she could when Stella likely went off on him to her? That he wanted nothing more than to see her happy when she was already so hurt? Jarel’s advice seemed so far away and so beyond him that he started to sob himself. And the sobs turned to full-on weeping. “Dad?” The tone of Via actually concerned. “Dad, are you okay?” “I’m so sorry, Via!” Stolas’s tone was filled with remorse, self-loathing, sorrow, and pain. “I know I let you down, Lucifer knows I let you down, and I’m so sorry. I (censored)ed up! I (censored)ed up so badly. I hurt you with this, so much I know you probably never want to see me again. Lucifer, Hell, God Himself knows how much of a worthless piece of (censored) I am, that your mother was right about me being a worthless piece of (censored), a pathetic excuse of a man-” “Wait, Mum said what?” Via’s voice was stunned. “Your mom is not a nice person,” Loona growled, showing off the ugly scars of Stella’s claws on his forearm to his daughter, who gasped in horror. “She’s been abusing your dad like this for years, likely the day she met him. Meanwhile, he’s the one who went out looking for you now, he’s the one who wanted to make things right, he’s the one who wanted to give you a normal life with your wants and needs met. It’s not your fault the marriage sucked, true, but please…” Loona’s voice turned soft. “Yeah, dads fuck up sometimes. Just…cut yours some slack; he’s trying his best, and that means more than you might think.” Via sniffed…and hugged her father, who immediately reciprocated it. “Dad, is it really true? Did you really only stay for…” “For you, Via. You are worth every little bit, Starfire.” “Dad…Dad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “It wasn’t your fault, Starfire. It was never your fault for anything.” “But I saw Mum try to hit you. I saw it all, and I did nothing. I thought that she was only doing it for self-defense, that you were done with me because of the divorce…but…I was wrong. And I did nothing about it. I didn’t even ask, she didn’t tell me anything about…I just…” Stolas hugged his daughter just a little tighter. “It was not your fault. Stella’s behavior lies only with her.” “Hey, Via?” Loona’s voice was subdued. “You don’t know about the situation Blitz and I are involved in, most likely. It has to do with you now, you granting permission for it.” “What’s wrong? I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name…” “Loona. And…well…” The hellhound took a deep breath. “Our co-workers, Moxxie and Millie, were turned into five-year-olds by Exorcists in the Extermination a day ago, and we were tasked by one of them with caring for them until some fucking angelic healer could be found, and we’re supposed to have them in our possession under pain of death.” “It…sounds weird, but Dad…what do you know about it? Is it true?” “I know that it’s true…but I offered for Loona and Blitz to stay at the mansion until the situation is resolved.” “You’re not going to leave me, are you?” Via’s voice was scared, and Stolas immediately said, “Never, Starfire. Which is why I’ll leave the decision of if they’ll stay or not with you and only you.” Octavia looked at Loona. “Do you have a place that can care for five-year-olds?” “...Not even close,” the hellhound admitted, her tail drooping. Stolas saw his daughter take a deep breath. “I’ll have to see them myself. Then I can make the decision. But let’s get the fuck out of Los Angeles; I’m sick of the fucking smog.” “A-fucking-men," Loona agreed. “Language, girls,” Stolas chided. “You literally swear more than anyone I know, and that’s including the imp,” Octavia muttered…but she didn’t press the point. Stolas created a portal to the mansion, and the three stepped in. Stolas was about to open the front door, only for a high-ranking legionnaire - a captain - to step in, sighing. “Please handle your imp and the children. Lord Stolas. We can’t do it anymore…” The eyes of both Loona and Octavia went wide at the admission, by a fucking legionnaire captain, no less, that Blitz was fucking up somehow and that he couldn’t handle any more stress. Stolas merely sighed. “Captain, please…tell me what all has gone on.” Then they heard a shrieking sound…but one of excitement, as Moxxie and Millie went soaring down the stairs on a mattress that was being used as a makeshift sled. It crashed into the frustrated Captain, who let out a squawk of distress, but the two imp children seemed to be unharmed and were giggling uncontrollably. “More, Uncle Blitz!” Millie called with a high-pitched squeal. “Yeah, this is fun!” Moxxie shouted, laughing his ass off. Luciferdammit, Blitzy… - Hope you enjoyed~ -
By BobbyDrago · Posted
Uh oh has something gone wrong beyond just a paperwork snafu. -
Thanks for the information. I just like that chapter so much that I was sure that everyone would like to read it again or maybe wait until I have more sleep. Any way thanks again. I have fix it -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 23 : Jack moved from one part of the playground to another, small hands gripping bars, as he climbed and explored. The air felt different out here—fresh, open, alive—and for a while, everything else faded away. The slide was his favorite. He climbed up carefully, heart beating a little faster with each step, then pushed himself forward and whooshed down. The brief rush made him laugh—a real, unguarded laugh that hadn’t come easy lately. Again. And again. Each time a little braver, a little quicker. For those moments, there were no rules, no stares, no expectations. Just the feeling of moving, playing, being outside. — Off to the side, beneath the shade of a wide tree, Jill and Marcus sat close together. At first they were just talking, their voices low and relaxed, but it didn’t stay that way. Jill leaned into Marcus, and he wrapped an arm around her without thinking. It was easy, natural. Comfortable. Jack noticed when he paused at the top of the structure, catching his breath. His eyes drifted toward them. They looked… happy. Marcus said something that made Jill laugh, and she nudged him lightly. He smiled, leaning in closer, pressing a soft kiss against her before she returned it just as easily. Jack watched a moment longer than he meant to. Something tugged at him—something quiet but heavy. That looks nice… He shifted his weight slightly, fingers tightening around the railing. Having someone like that… someone who stays close… His gaze lingered, then dropped. …someone who actually wants you. The thought settled deeper than he expected. No one’s gonna want me like this. He looked down at himself—small hands, unsteady footing, everything about him that made him feel… less. Who would want a kid… still in diapers…? His chest tightened just a little, the earlier lightness dimming. For a moment, he just stood there, caught between wanting something he couldn’t have and not knowing what to do with that feeling. Then he shook it off. Or at least tried to. Just play… don’t think about it. He pushed himself down the slide again, a little less enthusiastic this time, but still trying to hold onto that feeling from before. — After a while, the energy started to wear off. The climbing slowed. The laughter faded into quieter movements. His steps became heavier, less certain. Eventually, Jack made his way back across the grass toward the tree, his pace slower now, a faint tiredness settling into every step. Jill noticed first. “Hey, there he is,” she said softly, sitting up a bit. Jack didn’t say much as he reached them—just leaned slightly, clearly worn out. Marcus stood, brushing his hands off. “C’mere,” he said, reaching down to pick him up. This time, it was Marcus who took over without hesitation. He adjusted Jack in his arms, giving him a quick, practiced check. “Yeah,” he muttered lightly, more observational than anything. “We’re still good.” Jack barely reacted, too tired to care. Instead of setting him back down, Marcus walked him over to the stroller. There wasn’t the same hesitation this time—no refusal, no resistance. Just quiet acceptance. He eased Jack into the seat, adjusting the straps carefully but comfortably. Jack didn’t argue. Didn’t even look up. Marcus grabbed a bottle from the bag and handed it to him, along with a small handful of animal crackers. “Here,” he said. “You earned it.” Jack took them slowly, his fingers a little sluggish now. He brought the bottle to his mouth first, taking a few quiet sips before absentmindedly nibbling on a cracker. Jill stepped closer, brushing a bit of hair from his forehead. “You had fun, huh?” she asked gently. Jack gave a small nod. He didn’t mention what he’d been thinking earlier. Didn’t mention the way his chest had felt. He just sat there, sipping his bottle, letting the tiredness take over. Marcus grabbed the stroller handles and gave it a light push forward. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s head back. Grab something to eat.” Jill fell into step beside him, and together they started back toward campus. The wheels rolled smoothly along the path, the quiet rhythm of it matching the slower pace of the afternoon. Jack leaned back in the stroller, eyes drifting as he chewed and sipped, the world passing by in a soft blur—his earlier thoughts still there, but quieter now, tucked somewhere beneath the surface as the day carried on. Jack, Jill and Marcus made their way to where the busses were located on campus. They climbed aboard and took their seats. The bus ride back toward the city was quiet, the hum of the engine and the occasional chatter from other passengers forming a soft background to the afternoon. Jack sat perched on Jill’s lap, little legs dangling, his fingers wrapped around one of his toys for comfort. His other hand rested lightly against Jill, who kept a gentle hold on him, steadying him with subtle movements whenever the bus swayed. Outside the window, the trees rolled past in a blur of green and gold, cars streaking by with their muted sounds. Jack pressed his face lightly against the glass, captivated by the shifting scenery. He didn’t speak much—just small hums of fascination as each new thing passed by. It’s all moving so fast… so many things… I can’t even… he thought, cheeks still warm from the sun and the exercise. Jill, sensing his quiet attention, leaned closer to Marcus, resting one hand on his arm while holding Jack securely with the other. Their voices were low and easy, a soft murmur he couldn’t quite catch from here. He felt a little pinch in his chest as he watched them—so calm, so connected. They look… happy. I wish I had that… Jack blinked and shook the thought away, forcing himself to focus on the window again. The feeling lingered, though, a quiet longing he couldn’t quite push aside. Soon, the bus slowed, pulling into their stop. Marcus stood first, offering a hand to Jill as she carefully lowered Jack from her lap. He helped guide Jack into the stroller, gently buckling him in. Jack’s fingers brushed against the panel of buttons, and one of them—predictably—triggered the familiar voice and theme of Dino Dan. Jack groaned, irritated, pressing the button again and again to no avail. Ugh… why do I even have to deal with this? he thought, his face scrunching in frustration, though he tried hard to keep it quiet. “Easy, little guy,” Marcus said, catching Jack’s small hands before he could hit the buttons again. Jill gave a soft laugh, rubbing his back soothingly. Jack just huffed, silent, muttering in his head. Why does everything have to remind me of… that? Why can’t I just… have one meal… one normal meal… They moved out of the bus stop and made their way down the street, the stroller wheels rolling over the pavement with soft clicks. Jack watched the city move past—people walking by, cars honking, shopfronts flashing by—but his mind kept wandering. BBQ… he thought, the word tasting sweet in his imagination. I just want… something I can eat on my own… something not… baby… He sighed quietly, realizing he had no leverage this time. Breakfast had been fine—eggs had been acceptable—but lunch… he knew what was coming. Jill and Marcus would order from the menu, full plates of smoky, rich BBQ. And he? He would likely be given something else entirely, served in a way that made him feel small again. It’s… unfair… but I don’t have the patience. I just… have to… He trailed off in his thoughts, sinking slightly in the stroller as they approached the restaurant. The door opened, the scent of smoked meats and sauces greeting them immediately. Jack’s nose wrinkled in a mix of curiosity and longing. He scanned the menu board for a moment, trying to imagine something he could eat, but quickly realized that nothing here would be served to him the way he wanted. He huffed softly, pressing his small hands to the stroller sides. I can’t argue… not now… I just… have to… be good. Jill and Marcus moved ahead of him, Marcus gently steering the stroller while Jill held his hand for a moment as they crossed the threshold. The restaurant was warm and bustling, the smell of BBQ filling every corner. Jack took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensations of the moment—the smell, the sounds, the warm light—rather than the unfairness he knew awaited him. One step at a time… just… get through it… The trio made their way to a table, the smell of smoked brisket and pulled pork filling Jack’s nose. He sat quietly in the stroller, hands resting in his lap, little shoulders tense, and waited. The soft thrum of conversation around them didn’t ease his nerves, but having Jill and Marcus so close helped anchor him. I’ll survive… somehow… he thought, eyes flicking to the menus Jill and Marcus had grabbed. I’ll survive. -
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