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By Baby Jemma · Posted
Well, I figured I'd better cut to the chase and say this: welcome to (yet) another Hellaverse fic of mine, this one being called Not Mere Retribution! This story is an alternate universe, off of where a certain other Goetia interrupts Blitz's execution as well as Stolas, while singing. Yes, this time, it's Octavia being the one who is regressed, from being inside an egg to aging to a three-year-old (and staying there permanently, but we'll get to that part in a fair bit). Yes, Octavia does graduate from diapers, but only just. And yes, do pay attention to the content warnings. Some of them, in particular, will come up a fair bit later, but I will give warnings about what they all are and where they'll be in the chapters they appear in. I haven't shirked on saying when content warnings will come up, and I won't shirk on them now. (Also, hope you don't mind my trying to somewhat rewrite the song, Mastermind; I did my best with what I had!) About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. And without further ado, the first chapter of NMR! - Chapter One: A Song for a Life - Octavia Goetia saw the news on the television almost immediately, and it hit her like a truck. The imp Dad loves is going to be executed… Her mum, Stella, was crowing about it, watching it in the same room, but her eyes wandered over to her dad, who looked like he was about to…was he going to teleport to the place? No, DAD! NOTHING good can happen from you going there! The thought immediately came to her mind: protect Dad at all costs. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, true, but it was much better than her relationship with Mum, with her constant screeching, abusing the servants, and being a genuinely awful person. Even the good times came with caveats: Mum buying her dolls, but for her to stop crying from her Mum’s screaming at her, as if it was an apology for traumatizing her; Mum trying to teach her about life as a girl, even though she deeply hated all of the royalty lessons and flat-out refused to wear those stupid clothes that “Goetia ladies” supposedly wore; helping her with her period but saying that it made her close to an arraigned marriage, that she was a woman now. And Mum would crow about her former husband being hurt in the process. Octavia remembered her lessons from her father taught her about teleportation; the dowsing item needed for most teleportation in Hell. She quickly raced back to her room, all but ransacking her clothing drawers to get out the scarf that Loona gave her in Los Angeles a little while back. She was there as well. The Goetia girl saw the hellhound cruelly muzzled, with not even Beelzebub, the Queen of Hellhounds asking to take the muzzle off, she noted with disgust. She saw the hellhound’s coworkers sobbing, and even if she disagreed with them in their paid assignment to protect her dad - even though he really didn’t need it - she knew that they were only doing the best for her that they could and having gotten to know them as well, when they talked about how much they loved each other, they weren’t bad people either. All of their eyes had been wide and tearing up as the imp - no, Blitz; if Dad was that desperate to save his life, if Dad loved him that much, no matter how she felt about Dad cheating on Mum for him, he deserved to have his name said by her - asked Hell’s court to spare them, saying he was responsible. Octavia got out the scarf, concentrating on Hell’s courtroom, the exact courtroom the imp was in, where her father was going to teleport into, Mum arriving and trying to put a hand on her. She appeared in a flash - without Mum, thankfully - at the same time her father conjured a cosmic energy shield to protect his lover from the axe before it could take his head. “Stolas?!” Blitz gasped. “Octavia?!” Dad turned to see her, his eyes wide with horror. “Via, what are you do-” Octavia knew that she couldn’t have him talk, especially not after he saved the imp, obviously trying to take the blame. She didn’t even hesitate before casting a silence charm on her father. His eyes were wide as the full moon, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He was trying to use magic to unmute himself, but the younger Goetia was always naturally better with such charms, even more than her father was. Nothing was going to happen unless he died…or she did. “What is going on?!” Satan roared. Octavia was terrified with all of the primordial Sins - except for Lucifer, obviously; he never did anything to do with anything in Hell nowadays - and her own extended members of her family, Uncle Andrealphus, especially, the cold peafowl stunned in disbelief in the room…but she steeled herself. “You want to know what’s going on?” she called out. “You want to know the truth?” She teleported her guitar into the courtroom. “How about a song to prove it?” She saw her father scream, “VIA!” but no sound came out of his mouth. Satan growled. “Your father was in charge of the book,” he growled. “And who do you think stole it?” she retorted, her voice confident, before it turned into a sneer. “You think my cockblocked excuse of a father would give it up to a pathetic imp?” She noticed her father’s eyes misting up with tears, and inwardly loathed herself for the hateful speech, but she had to continue, or nobody would believe her. “Who had the issues with my father to frame him for such a thing, had to watch that pathetic cloaca screw that fucking fire toad because he was lonely? Me. Who do you think had the motive, means and opportunity to steal it for months on end and give it as a gift to the imp to purchase gifts like the scarf the hellhound stole from Los Angeles as well as assassinate people I targeted? Me. But I don’t need to prove it: I can just sing it to you, if you don’t believe me.” And so, she sang, strumming her guitar in a steady rhythm with a punk rock song, “I came as soon as I heard of the imp, stood accused of a devilish crime,” “Could it be that a worm such as this half a brain, could concoct such a plot so sublime?” “Does this fool deserve the flame?” “Or is someone else to blame?” “Like whom, you ask?” She took a deep breath, making up the words as she went along. “Some kind of mastermind, a mind behind the plan?” “Some villainess’s grand design, to steal and use the book, to breach the world of man?” “Could she be roaming free?” “Scheming more mastermindery?” “Will she rest?” “Next, do you execute these little wretches?” Octavia gave a look - what she hoped was a contemptuous look, though she knew it was false - at her father and the assassins. “Pat yourselves on the back, close the case,” “Let the imp take the blame, take the fame, let his name light a fire in the hearts of his race,” “Why it’s more than I can bear!” Octavia’s voice was filled with contempt that her mind didn’t share. She didn’t understand. This imp had ruined her entire family life! Dad cheated on Mum for him! Why did she want to save him? Was it because Dad loved him? Or was it that she really did care? Hell if she knew. “I must make all of Hell aware!” “Fuck it! I am the mastermind, the hand that holds the strings,” “No simple bastard imp could master the disaster, oh it stings!” “That you had thought, you had caught the schemer of the schemes I wrought. I confess, it was always me, and I have NO regrets!” Her song was a powerful shout at this point. She didn’t care how it looked. “No, I have regrets: why am I throwing my freedom away for my fucking useless Dad and this idiot?!” Blitz then sung. “What have you done?” he shouted. “I would rather be dead,” Octavia continued, playing off of the new singer. “Dead than see you screw with my father’s head!” “I love him!” Blitz continued. “You don’t, but you don’t deserve to die, by God above, I will not lie,” “What the Hell are you doing, Octavia?” Blitz shouted, his voice fearful. “I am the mastermind, the mistress of my own fate!” Octavia shouted over him. “We realized too late,” Moxxie and Millie sang mournfully, knowing it was too late to save her. “Don’t give your life for ours,” Blitz whispered (along with Stolas mouthing the words), “I’ll give my life to clean the slate…” “Dad’s my light, you have his heart, and only death can tear me apart.” Satan then chuckled. “Well, isn’t that adorable. We’ve been betrayed by one of our own. A Goetia demon, and a stupid heiress, no less! Your hubris has gotten the better of you, Princess Octavia.” “There’s no proof she-” Andrealphus began, before the Sin of Wrath gave a snort of fire that shut the icy Goetia up immediately, before the peafowl texted someone on his old-fashioned phone. “I am the mastermind, and here I am the law,” Satan said. “I’ve ruled the endless dark, since long before the golden angel’s fall-” “You’re a fucking liar, and you know it!” Octavia shouted, but her voice was immediately muted by the Sin, unable to say anything more. Satan continued in a growl, “So you see, next to me, your master plans all look so small,” “Little mice, when you break my rules, you pay the price.” Octavia saw her father chained, his immense power drained, along with the imp, Blitz, still being chained. She gave a defiant death glare at the Sin. If she was going to die here, she was going to do it to save her father and all of the imps - and the hellhound - she knew, and she was going to bring down as many Goetia and Sins down with her in the process. Andrealphus then said something that confused her. “I suppose Octavia Goetia is a little immature for her age; my sister just texted me, agreed, and just disowned her. Surely you can do something about that, My Lord?” Satan chuckled, as the young Goetia both burned up with rage and felt crushed that Mum seemingly didn’t care about her, that she’d go so far as to disown her. “That would certainly be better than death, I suppose. Maybe she’ll be raised right next time. I’ll have to use a bit of Lucifer’s power for that, but I’m sure he won’t mind for a just cause.” Octavia saw a hard ovoid shape immediately encase her. She touched it nervously, not knowing what it was, but instinctively fearful of what could happen. Then it began to compress on her until it was hard to breathe, compressing until she had no room to move. Then she realized, realized as she began to shrink along with it, realized in horror what Andrealphus and Satan had hinted at, and what, exactly, the ovoid shape encasing her was with her last conscious thoughts, as everything went completely black. It’s an EGG! - Hope you enjoyed~ -
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