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I was lost in my head as i battled with what was happening as i am suppose to be older then my cousins yet they are treating me like a baby and i was not sure if i was liking that at all. The more lost in my mind i get was starting to make me wonder if this was how the rest of the extended family would treat me. -
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By Crinklz Kat · Posted
Well... since you posted in this section, I have to assume it was a "brown alert" type of emergency. I personally don't like the chat support systems. Having to actually be at the computer screen and constantly respond "are you still there" is annoying. At least on phone hold you can get up and move around - take care of basic stuff while you wait. -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Okay, I have the third chapter for HotA (but sadly, no backlog yet)! As a CONTENT WARNING: severe parental abuse, both physical and emotional and parental abandonment. Viewer discretion is very much advised. And now, let's get into the story, shall we? - Chapter Three: Hatred of the Ex-Wife - Octavia Goetia was having a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in the midst of a bad dream. There were cold talons around her heart, talons she knew were familiar to her at one time, but the familiarity slipped away like sand through her fingers; a cruel laugh from a voice she knew she knew but couldn’t recall even when she searched for them, words she knew were meaningful, words that should not have been forgotten had quickly vanished from memory, into the dream, slowly fading from her mind. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at the time, groaning when it read 5:25 AM. Can’t believe I woke up this early… Then she heard a pained scream from another room. The scream of a teenage girl. She was both scared and confused, quickly getting dressed in her day clothes: a black dress that fell to her knees with a red rose stitched on the front, a black jacket, her typical beanie. The only ones who lived here were Mum, Dad, and the servants. Was one of the servants a teenage girl? Was Mum or Dad hitting them? Octavia went out of the room to hear another scream, and she ran through the giant house, trying to pinpoint the scream with her keen ears. Then she heard a voice that stopped her cold. “Listen well.” Mum’s voice. “You are ‘Stelli’. Not your old name, not your fake female name: ‘Stelli’. I am also your ‘Mum’, and you will address me as such. It’s bad enough I have to take care of you - even if what the King wants is beyond reproach - but I’ll be damned if I let you take control of anything in your life ever again. Understood?” “Yes, Mum…” Octavia felt her heart break for Stelli or whatever the teenaged girl’s name was, sounding so defeated, as young Goetia went closer to the room. “Oh, hello, Octavia,” Stella chirped. “Come in, come in. I have someone for you to meet.” Octavia gently peered through the door…and then froze in shock at the girl’s appearance. There were a lot of similarities to her father in this girl. Blue-gray feathers, the four red eyes without visible pupils, the white, heart-shaped facial disk with clear bruises on it…except this girl was clearly a teenager and very clearly a girl, with large breasts, a slimness around her waist, fairly large hips, and wearing a long red and black dress that fell past her knees. The new girl looked two years younger than Octavia, and was clearly terrified. “Mum…” Octavia began. “Is that…Dad? Was there some magic that-” “No, Via; just an illegitimate daughter of his he left with us,” her mum said calmly before her breath hitched. “He…left us for the imp, they eloped last night.” The younger Goetia froze. “You mean…he…left?” she whispered with tears in her eyes. “No…he promised he wouldn’t…” “I’m so sorry, Octavia.” Her mother’s voice sounded sympathetic. “I promise, I’ll take care of both of you as a Goetia should. After all, it’s not Stelli’s-” Octavia caught the slightest glare towards the younger teenager, who shrank back, “-fault that her father left her, too. I figured I’d take her in; after all, she’s been hurt by that awful excuse of a father and a man as well.” Octavia’s brain was churning. Dad had another child? With whom? Why did he cheat on Mum fifteen years ago? Wasn’t he technically gay? Why would he create another heir? And why hadn’t she heard of Stelli’s existence until now? So many questions… And then the doorbell rang. Her mum’s eyes narrowed at the sound, and Octavia was just as confused. “Isn’t it a little late for my father-in-law to come around…?” Mum grumbled. “Via, please stay here with Stelli, help her find her way through the house.” Several more doorbell rings. “Someone stall whoever it is!” Mum snapped. “I’m fucking coming!” She gathered her dress and went out to see the person ringing the doorbell. Octavia merely stared at Stelli, who was shrinking back in shyness…or was it fear? “Hey, it’s okay, Stelli,” the older teen said gently, trying to keep her voice kind. Mum must’ve hit her. A lot, judging by the bruises. But why? Her only crime was being my father’s illegitimate daughter, my half-sister… “You’re not…” The girl didn’t finish the sentence, looking down. “Don’t worry, Stelli, I’m fine with you. It’s not your fault our dad is a jerk.” Octavia then heard herself ask a question that surprised even her. “You feel like coming into my room, listen to a bit of my music? It may not be the type of music you like, but-” “Sure!” the younger teen chirped. Octavia smiled, despite herself. Stelli at least seemed really nice, and there was this weird feeling that she couldn’t place. Warmth? Not exactly. Empathy? Maybe? No, what was it? They walked from the large wing that housed Stelli’s room, back to Octavia’s room, back to the comfortable dimness, the gothic room that was her safe place. She caught Stelli looking around at the wonderment. “It’s beautiful, um…I’m sorry, your name…? “Octavia. Just call me ‘Via’, if you want.” “Of course, Via.” Octavia didn’t know why she had the strangest feeling about that name. “Um, what kind of music do you like to listen to?” “Emo, grunge, metalcore, alternative, that sort of stuff.” “Ooh, I love grunge!” Octavia grinned. “If you think that’s cool, I’ve got a guitar that I’m pretty good at playing. Got a song in mind as well…” The younger Goetia brought out her guitar, a pink and black electric guitar, and slowly strummed on the strings, remembering a song Dad had sung to her…only now, she was the singer, and it was Stelli who she felt needed it. She let her voice carry in the room. “It always seems more quiet in the dark,” “It always seems more stark,” “How silence grows under the moon,” “Constellations gone too soon,” “I used to think that I was bold,” “I used to think that love was fun,” “Now all of my stories have been told…except for one,” “As the stars align, I hope you take it as a sign…that you’ll be okay, that everything will be okay…” Octavia’s eyes began to tear up, thinking at how her dad, who sang her that same song when she was a terrified kid…was gone. Had ran away with the fucking imp assassin and left her again, this time for good. “And if the Seven Rings collapse, although this day could be my last…you will be okay. When you’re gone, I’ll be okay…” She knew she was changing the lyrics. She found that she didn’t care. “And when Creation goes to die, I can find you in the sky. Upon the last day, and…and I will be okay…” Octavia started to sob, and to her shock, Stelli was also crying, flinging herself into a hug with Octavia…who held the young teenager in her arms, both of their tears falling on the other’s shoulders. Mourning all that they had lost. Thinking about all that seemed hopeless and bleak. And that somehow…both of them would be okay. - Stella was utterly incensed at the new interruption. It was bad enough that Paimon “gave” her - more like forced upon her under pain of torture - custody of her ex-husband, now a teenaged girl two years younger than even Octavia was, even though she enjoyed tormenting the young girl, who called herself “Stola”, another reminder of her cheating husband. It was fun to beat the living shit out of the girl, even if she no longer knew why she deserved it. But with the doorbell still ringing a bunch of times? It didn’t seem like Paimon, who would’ve normally teleported into the house; he certainly didn’t mind doing things like “unlawful entry”. Then who was it? The imp? She got to the door and peered out through the peephole, letting out a squawk of alarm. It was the I.M.P. people. The imp, except she was now a teenaged girl, and his, no, her coworkers…or ex-coworkers, rather: the two married imps and a flea-bitten cur. The dog was ringing the doorbell. “Come on out, Stolas, we know you’re at the door!” the dog shouted. “We don’t want anything but answers!” Answers. Stella nearly smirked at it. Seemed Paimon had punished far more than just her ex-husband. And now that the girl was attracted to boys and the imp was no longer in that category…oh, that was a bit of delicious irony. She whistled to a legion member. “Oh, Captain, send the four away,” she chirped. The answer pissed her off. “We only listen to Stolas,” the legionnaire replied. “FUCK STOLAS AND SEND THEM AWAY!” she screeched. “We’re not doing that,” the legionnaire insisted. “Oh, Lucifer, not her,” the male imp groaned. “Who?” the teenaged imp asked in boredom. “Stolas’s fucking ex,” the adult female imp growled. “Who the fuck is Stolas? And why the fuck did you drag me to some boring rich bitch’s mansion?” She really doesn’t remember, Stella thought evilly. Like dear Stolas doesn’t remember. This was going to be fun. She let out a sigh and opened the door, much to the shock of the others outside. “You’re Stolas’s witch of a wife?” the hellhound growled. “Seriously, like, who the fuck is Stolas, and why do you think he’s important enough to drag my ass in your shitty ass van all the way here?” the teen imp asked, her voice annoyed. “Stolas left me without any answers,” Stella answered with a lie. “Perhaps he was ashamed of what he did?” “Yeah, like we’re supposed to believe that,” the adult female imp growled. “Loona, you did say he seemed distant?” the adult male imp asked, his tone contemplative. “Yeah, but he wouldn’t leave his kid!” the cur retorted. “If you have nothing else to add, then I must ask you to leave, lest I call 611,” Stella sneered. “We’re not leaving without answers,” the hound growled. “What did your husband-” “Ex, and I don’t know what he might or might not have done to your supposed father-” “Adopted…and wait, how do you even know?” “Oh, I know about your family situation. About all of your family situations, in fact. I know how all three of you disappointed your actual families, how all three of you destroy everything you touch, make everyone’s lives worse. But I’m done talking to you plebians.” Stella relished the smugness in her tone. She brought out her phone and dialed the 611 number. “611, what’s your emergency?” the female operator asked. The male imp clenched his fists until blood ran from the nails piercing his hands, and the female imp was snarling furiously with the beginnings of tears in her eyes, tears that quickly came into fruition, falling down her face. The teenager looked angry as well, even though a look in her eyes showed that she didn’t know why as she clutched an odd skull choker around her neck. However, the bitch’s eyes merely narrowed, not showing any emotion other than pain and…distrust? “This is not over.” Her voice was a soft growl. “We know you’re partially responsible. We know about your husband. We’re going to get our answers, one way or another.” The hellhound turned around, picking up the two adult imps (to their shocked hisses), while leading the teenaged imp away, getting into their van and driving off. “611, will you pick up?” the female operator asked again, her voice annoyed. “Stella Goetia speaking,” the peafowl demon answered coolly. “I wish to get a permanent restraining order for four plebians: Loona Buckzo, her teenaged daughter, and Moxxie and Millie Knolastname. They arrived at my house with threatening intent and wished to barge in. I need to make sure they never are allowed a thousand feet from my house and my daughters.” She waited for the response. It was taking a while. A very long while. Paimon working his magic here, she thought with a smirk. The voice echoed from the phone. “That can be arranged, Mrs. Goetia. Is there anything else you require?” “No, that’s it,” she said sweetly. “Then have a good day.” The phone call ended, and she let out an almost-purring sound of contentment. Add another reason why the imp and my no-longer-dicked ex-husband can see each other again. Hah! With that sentence, she went back into her house, closing the door, wondering what other horrors she could unleash upon Stolas. - Hope you enjoyed~
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