#This is for day 2 of andrealphus week

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DAY 2: Teen/First love

Second day of Andrealphus Week!

Part 1/5 - Forget me not

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A New Day, Chapter 2: Urges

They both collapse on the couch, back in their comfy clothes for the rest of the day. Blitz fiddles with his fingers.

"Soooo watcha wanna do?" He asks, smiling and leaning in towards Stolas. Stolas looks around and his mouth forms a line.

"Uhm-well I didn't think this far ahead" he admits, blushing as Blitz leans in.

Then Stolas yawns, "Honestly I'm so tired every day since the trial. Is this how everyone feels all the time? Always tired?"

Blitz shrugs, "maybe? Or maybe your powers were just making up for some of your lack of sleep".

Stolas rolls his eyes, "I get plenty of sleep". Blitz snorts, "Sure. And you definitely don't talk in your sleep about the cosmos and our future".

Stolas's eyes widen, "Wait-Do I???!" Blitz laughs and play punches him, "Nah, I'm just messing with you".

"Pff rude", Stolas rubs his arm and sits with his legs crossed on the couch, leaning his chin against a hand.

"Hmmm wanna play a board game?" Blitz asks, gesturing to the stack of them that have gathered dust on a shelf. Stolas pouts his beak, "Not really".

"Wanna learn more cooking stuff?" He asks again, and Stolas shrugs, "Whatever you want to do".

Blitz's face sours now and he takes Stolas's hands in his.

"What's up with you? Are you okay?" He asks and Stolas huffs.

"Yes! I'm just...I miss my things. My books, my plants, my hobbies. But I thought it superficial to say something". He looks down and Blitz tilts his chin back up, "That makes complete sense".

"It does?" He asks, blinking. Blitz nods, "Stolas, you lost everything. And those are things you care about. Things you did to pass your time away from the probably horrible stuffy royal shit".

Stolas chuckles, "Yes I often hid from meetings in the greenhouse". Blitz laughs, "See? Your hobbies make you, you. So don't feel bad for them".

"If you're sure...then I really really miss my books and my plants. Andrealphus killed my longest plant too, I just know it", tears escape his eyes and he wipes them quickly, as Blitz kisses his cheek.

"Then I'm gonna get you something", he says, standing up and putting on his coat and shoes.

Stolas blinks and hugs himself, "You don't have to Blitz, you've already done so much..." He trails off but Blitz points to him, his face changing to a serious expression.

"Hey. None of that. If I want to treat my pretty bird then I will. Capiche?" He asks and Stolas nods, blushing.

"I'll be back in an hour", he says as Stolas waves him off.

Stolas didn't like being alone lately. He used to be able to handle it. Well, that was a lie. He used to get uncomfortable when he's alone and drink. Which was...almost all the time. At least when he wasn't tending to stuffy royal duties or at a ball. Or attempting family dinners for Octavia. Anytime he got time alone, he always ended up back at the bottle. He hated it. Hates still how much it controls him. How much he has wanted some these past few weeks.

Blitz, surprising Stolas, doesn't keep alcohol in his home. And Stolas has realized that he does very sober coping mechanisms. Eating mostly. Ice cream, hot sauce, cheese. He admits to himself that the hot sauce and spicy chips he eats does give a good kick that distracts him for a moment. But only a moment. He has needed something to keep him from his thoughts.

They aren't...thoughts he would act on. He's sure of it. At least not anymore. But the thoughts come nonetheless. Even if they're hypothetical. More intrusive than they used to be.

He gets up from the couch and it feels like it takes all his energy, trudging over to the kitchen. He opens the fridge but there's not much. Grabbing the milk, he pours some in a cup then accidentally bumps the fridge when putting the milk back. When he does, the fridge shakes and he hears a bottle clang at the top of the fridge, behind a cupboard. He pushes against the fridge again and hears It again.

He takes his cup of milk and goes to walk away when he stops and squeezes his eyes and sighs, then walks back over. He pours out the milk.

Just a little right? He can't have much up there anyway.

He opens the cupboard over the fridge and finds one bottle inside. It's half full with brandy. His pupils dilate and he closes the cupboard suddenly.

You've been sober three weeks, you're going to fuck it up now?

He shakes his head and steps back from the kitchen. Away from his now empty cup. Holding his hands against the wall and closes his eyes, trying to ground himself. He takes deep breaths and squeezes his shaking hands. Sitting back on the couch he clutches the pillow tight. His claws digging into the fabric a little. He breathes into the pillow, it forcing him to breathe slower. And finally it slows to a low lull.

The whole ordeal makes him more exhausted than he was before, and he passes out willingly against the pillow held to his chest and shoulder.

A few hours pass and Blitz comes home, making a rather loud ruckus through the front door.

"Hey Birdy I'm back-oh", he realizes Stolas is asleep and smiles. "So tired all the time ..", he says to himself. He puts down all the bags he's holding. Pulls out the Chinese food for dinner and sets it up, putting Stolas's near his face that maybe it'll wake him up.

Then he also places four new plants and a bookstore gift card on the coffee table next to his food.

Blitz eats and hands off some bento to Loona when she gets home as well. Stolas however, sleeps through it all.

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The Hazbin Graduate’s Guide to Homicide (3)

HAZBIN'S MIDSEMESTER STUDENT REPORT Student: Vox Vanhal Supervising Staff: Professor Enoch Leviathan Sponsor: Not Applicable To the Board: Vox Vanhal may be one of the most brilliant students this school has seen in decades. In all my years of teaching at Hazbin, I have never met a student more insanely ready to learn and apply their skills- due in part, of course, to said student's own possible insanity. I mean this in a jovial way, of course, but I will admit that when young Vanhal's true identity was revealed to me that my first thought was along the lines of 'is this student insane?' Whether or not my student's reason should be called into question is something myself and my fellow professor Asmodeus have discussed in length, but there is one thing that we can definitively agree on: If there is any one student in this school who I would choose to place my bets on, it would be Vox Vanhal. There is nothing more to say at this time of report evaluation. Sincerely, Professor Leviathan.

May God's blessings be with you now and at the hour of our deaths, Amen.

[ 1 ] / [ 2 ] (<- read these first for context and more murder academy radiostatic content!)

Though Alastor may have thought that Vox was much more knowledgable in how Hazbin's Institution for Homicide worked, the truth was, Vox was still fully flying on the seat of his own coattails.

He had no damn clue what he was doing still, and although it'd been two weeks since he'd arrived, part of him still felt like how he did when he'd first arrived: hesitant, scared, not knowing where to go or what to do besides the want to make his boss suffer as he killed him.

That level of animosity might sound strange to anyone not a Hazbin student or alumnus, but it was perfectly normal for any student enrolled in the academy to have such feelings. After all, there was quite a rigorous process involved in the application, and for Vox, this application process (and what led to it) was perhaps more intense than most.

There had once been a time where Vox had dreamed of becoming a Hollywood starlet, one who lit up the silver screen and was blessed by hundreds of thousands of cheering, dedicated fans who would fawn over his every move and action. He'd wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, at one point. But after taking on his first roles in Carmine Studios, the glamour of Hollywood had shattered like fine glass.

"Miss Vesper! Would you please look over here for a second?"

"Miss Vesper, when is your next movie coming out?!"

"Miss Vesper, is it true that you and your co-star on Anna Karenina, Valentino Vega had an affair-?"

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That- fucking bastard!" Vox rushed into the privacy of his and Val's shared apartment, slamming the door behind him as he collapsed into the couch, head cradled in his hands. He couldn't even begin to start detailing the number of ways he'd wanted to fucking butcher and rip apart his boss.

Andrealphus Goetia was no stranger to the spotlight, naturally. One of Hollywood's top directors, the man had been an influential cornerstone in the history of movie-making, a real legend to light the days. But behind that picturesque platinum reputation laid a monstrous piece of shit.

It had been a complete accident that Andrealphus had found out about Vox's identity.

Vox himself hadn't even really planned out what to do about himself at that point, only that he'd known that the dresses he wore on screen were far more suited to his best friend than they were for him. Knew that the copious amounts of makeup flattened on him everyday made him feel more like a clown than a princess, that it was the most uncomfortable feeling to have to sit and play the pretty face for the audience's sake.

But he persisted, telling himself, one more year, one more year til my savings account has enough to supply Val and I with a comfortable life and we can leave.

But of course- of course Andrealphus had to ruin it for him.

The man had found out and immediately proceeded to blackmailing Vox with the information, holding things such as promotions, media gossip and rumors over his head. And now... now... Vox stared down at the script he held clutched in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he grasped it with an iron grip.

"Dieser verdammte bastard," Vox muttered under his breath.

Though he'd never loved the spotlight that came with his first taste of fame, he had loved acting. Had loved being adored for his skill, applauded for the emotions that he could evoke in crowds of people and the way he could twist people's hearts. He had wanted to be one of the best, a household name.

And now, he stared down at the script for a movie that Andrealphus knew would tank his reputation. It was absolute bullshit. The plot was held together by thin strings and a bit of glue, despite being an adaptation of one of the past decade's best selling books. Not only that, but the moment he left the safety of the apartment once more, he would also have to contend with the rumors that were steadily piling against him and dragging his loved ones and friends into it too.

All this, because Vox had refused to sleep with his shitty boss.

He could still hear the fucker's voice- come on, don't you wanna say that you got a piece of me? I'll even leave out the part about you being a transvestite, darling, just the fact that I got a piece of you is enough.

God. If only.... if only he could see that bastard's face when he crushed his fucking skull in between his hands. He wanted to see Andrealphus' stupid face contort in revulsion and terror when Vox finally did the deed, wanted to bathe in the the fotze's inbred blood. He'd do anything for the chance to just kill that piece of shit-

"Amorcito?"

Val's voice makes Vox jump on the spot, quickly shifting to hide the script from view. His friend comes around the corner, eyebrows furrowed with concern, and it's this that makes Vox break his composure, a single tear falling down his face as Val frowns, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "Voxxy, amor... tell me what's wrong."

And because he can never keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friend, Vox tells him everything. Val nods along, pauses at the right moments, all of that stuff that friends do when they're trying to let you know that they'd rip apart your shitty boss if not for the law.

But- and perhaps this is something that Vox knew deep down to be true anyway- Val was a bit different in that aspect. He'd met the man under... less than legal circumstances, after all, and he knew that Val was the heir to quite the illustrous cartel career.

So when Valentino stops him with a firm hand on the shoulder and hands him an application paper for Hazbin, telling him to think it through, Vox barely takes even a second glance at it before filling it out.

Now, two months later and sitting in the auditorium of Hazbin's famed Music Hall, Vox doesn't find himself regretting the decision. Sure, it's a bit lonely without Val's supporting presence by his side, but the students he's met so far have proved to be some of the friendliest people he's had the pleasure of knowing: ironic, considering the kind of school they're studying at. And he's even managed to make a friend! Not that bad a start, altogether.

Vox absentmindedly doodles on the edge of his notes as Professor Leviathan's soothing voice lectures them on the importance of a proper alibi. "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, but it has an airtight alibi, it is...?"

"Not a duck," the auditorium echoes back to the professor, who nods, looking satisfied with the class's response. "So, then! The first step to alibi making is...? Miss Velvette, perhaps you'd like to answer this one for us?"

The girl sitting beside Vox shoots up in her seat, looking as if she'd just fallen asleep and was awoken by the professor's question. "Uh... the..."

After a moment of silence and stuttering, Vox takes pity on the girl, sliding Velvette over a slide of paper that she squints at before reading. "Make sure you're in a different place from the crime?"

"And how would I do that?"

"I... uh. Use an accomplice...?" Velvette stutters.

Professor Leviathan shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Not quite. One thing you will have to learn at Hazbin's is that you should never rely on any other person to carry your deed out for you. No hiring accomplices- after all, paid personnel's loyalty is shaky and they have no honor code preventing them from taking you to the police- and absolutely no committing crimes as lovers, unless you can guarantee that neither of you will be snitching. Would anyone else like to take a try?"

Vox raises his hand hesitantly. "Move the crime scene or otherwise obscure the culprit?"

Professor Leviathan snaps his fingers, "Yes! Absolutely. One of the best ways to make yourself an iron clad alibi is, if the pope is shot in the church at midnight, make sure that you are seen halfway across town in the bar at midnight; so drunk that you cannot even leave until your wife comes to pick you up at two- and no one will suspect you, even if he was actually killed right outside the pub and moved to the church instead. By moving the crime scene, you can make yourself an ironclad alibi. Obscuring the identity of the perpetrator and making it someone who couldn't possibly be you also works splendidly. After all, if the police believe the murderer to be a six foot tall adult man, then the actual perpetrator, a four foot tall young woman, would be able to pass by completely unnoticed. Thank you for that input, Vox. Now, onto the actual creation of such an alibi..."

When class ends, Vox is the first to leave his seat and head for the door, intending on leaving and getting to Track with Professor Satan as quick as possible when someone stops him in his tracks with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Hey. Vox Vanhal, right?"

"That would be me, yes," Vox turns to face the person he's talking to, only to be met with the young woman that Professor Leviathan had called out in class earlier. "You were... Velvette?"

"Yep, that's me," the chipper young woman responds. "Listen, I know you don't know me at all, but I really need to get through this school year. Like- look, okay, I'm in a little bit over my head right now. I still want to go here and do what everyone here does, of course, I'd love to just go and plunge a damn butcher's knife into my cunt of an ex-friend's neck, but... well, you saw how I did back in class- look, what I'm trying to get at is I need someone to help me. And you're like, Leviathan's star student. So- I don't care what I have to do, I'll-"

Vox holds up a hand to stop her.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, unless you've got any tips on how to kill my boss and make him suffer during it. But I'll help you with whatever you need to study during your courses. Just..." He pauses, taking a moment to think out what he's about to ask. "Could you teach me how you did your makeup on your own?"

Velvette blinks, clearly not expecting that response. She laughs, a shrill, sharp bark and grabs his hand to shake it firmly. "Yeah, 'course I can. So, do we have a deal?"

"We do," Vox smiles. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[annachum]

Sinsmas drabble ( inspired by my Sinsmas Helluva theories and hcs )

One night, a few days after Stolas moved into Blitzo's house, Blitzo stumbled upon Stolas singing IL Dolce Suono to a singing rose his sister Gemory delivered to him

Blitzo froze

Oh no

It's a madness/suicidal/revenge aria

Immediately, Blitzo held Stolas from behind and started to hum Behind the Clouds from Cars

Stolas :....What are you doing, Blitzy?

Blitzo : You said this is a really sad song before....just wanted to sing something happier, cuz I've been a similar shit pile too, ya know, soon after I killed Cash....

Stolas : Oh .....

And then the 2 be stargazing and singing together, all the while Stolas let his tears fall and Blitzo helps wipe those tears from his 4 eyes

Stolas struggled to sleep for weeks - all he can truly think of was his daughter. How was she. What was Stella doing to his dear girl.

Even tho Stolas' clan are fighting battles to save Octavia, the DiGalaxises still won't let up - they already set up strong barriers against thr Goetias

And Stolas can't even be there

As the war of the 7 Rings went on, Stolas' sleep cycles began to sleep. Sometimes he would sleep walk around Blitz's apartment, singing sad song. One time he would throw knives at the pictures of those DiGalaxises, until Blitzo and Loona stopped him from throwing knives around the house

' You never loved mother, you never loved me. You love him! '

These cruel words, the harsh tone, very much unlike Octavia's usual self, rung through his brain like a scathing echo that refuses to go away. Stella cackled sinisterly as she brought a mind controlled Octavia to say these harsh words to her face through a mirror.

It was one of the most jarring things Stolas ever experienced.

His daughter. His beloved daughter, now at the hands of those monsters, who somehow turned her against him.

How could they do this?

As if they haven't stooped this low already

In fact, those harsh words sunk Stolas deeper into despair

His friends and allies tried to comfort him about. She didn't mean it. It was all Stella's doing. Perhaps she was literally mind controlled

Only Stolas was so devastated, he didn't notice the hypnotized circles of Octavia's eyes when she spoke those cruel words

It wasn't until one fateful day, near Sinsmas, Vassago teleported in and showed Stolas all the proofs that Octavia was in fact mind controlled

Vassago : Ay, Stolas, you can't just, hole up in there forever! Your hija NEEDS you. We have been trying a thousand times to save her. And as it turns out, the only person who can truly save her is YOU.

Stolas :.....But, brother, Via.....she.....she hates me.....* sobs *

Vassago : Well, I got intel from my spies and.....you may have to sit down on this.

Stolas, Loona and Blitzo watched in horror as Vassago showed them real footage of Octavia being tormented with mind control, being forced to all too tight corsets, dragging a reluctant Octavia to those extravagant parties Stella hosted, etc

Stolas froze. Octavia doesn't hate him, really. She was confused - AND ABUSED

Blitzo :.....That was way worse than I thought.

Stolas : ......* stood up * LETS GO SAVE MY DAUGHTER!!!!

And so, IMP, Vassago and Stolas traversed through Andrealphus' place to save her

When Octavia came out with Andrealphus, in a hypno trance, Stolas faltered. What have they done to her.

He can't even fence his own daughter, and ALMOST GOT KILLED FOR IT WERE IT NOT FOR BLITZO AND VASSAGO'S SKILLFUL DEFENSES AROUND HIM

But during the melee, as Octavia was ready to kill Stolas under the influence.....

Vassago bravely stepped forward, grabbed Octavia the wrist and shouted out an incantation which broke the spell

Silence fell. Andrealphus stood there, stunned, as Octavia snapped back to reality.

She soon caught on what's happening, and dropped her Seraphim blade

And she sobbed and sobbed in Stolas' arms

Stolas : * hooting in comfort * Shshshshshsh. It's alright. It's not your fault. I forgive you.

Octavia : * bawling and keep saying apologies *

Andrealphus : * shocks * WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KILL THAT LOWLIFE, YOU STUPID GIRL!

Vassago : * creates a golden portal to Blitzo's apartment * STOLAS! TAKE YOUR HIJA AND GO!

Andrealphus flies an ice dagger at Stolas, who dodged just in time as he lept through the portal, with a scared Octavia in his arms

Once they finally escaped, Octavia could not stop crying on the couch

Her father scurried around to wrap his daughter around the blanket, made her Jasmine green tea for both, and sat down with her to have this heart to heart talk

Octavia told him everything. How she actually stood up to Stella for her abuse and cruelty, especially after she finally figured out the whole truth of things - through eavesdropping on Stella's conversations behind her back, and also reading Stella's diary, and then Stella actually inflamed Octavia as Octavia tried to defend herself and flee...and Andrealphus comes in and puts Octavia in a mind control trance.

Stolas wept as he did first aid on his daughter's arms, which have been burned by Stella in that confrontation.

How can some people do this to their own child?

Not even his own parents are this terrible to him and his sibs!

As Stolas did the bandages and aloe on Octavia's arms, Stolas starts to sing the lullaby ( You will be Okay ), with a more hopeful tune

To his surprise ( in a good way ), Octavia softly sings along

And as the two end the song in a hug....IMP and Vassago finally returned from Vassago's portal, looking all battered

But they are smiling and cheering

Vassago : WE DONE IT!! THAT PENDEJO PUTA LITERALLY FLED LIKE A COWARD, AND HIS SISTER GOT FROZEN BY ANDRE BY ACCIDENT!!! HAHAHA!

Blitzo : Well, first imps to be able to defeat a royal! I can see the headlines about it already.

After much catching up, Stolas and Vassago had an emergency meeting with the rest of the Goetias through facetime, while IMP helped comfort Octavia

The Goetias all reacted in horror, and they all gasped when Stolas showed them proofs of Octavia's injury

Arrangements are to be made - Octavia shall move into her paternal grandparents' place after the next New Years Day until the whole mess is over. For now, she can stay with Stolas for Sinsmas.

Such suggestions are suggested by his parents, and Stolas reluctantly agreed.

He knew that his current position - and mental state - isn't the best to take care of Octavia. She needs to be safe from harm, so he agreed. He also asked Octavia about it, and she agreed

It was one of the hardest things he has ever done

After ensuring Octavia is okay, Vassago temeported back to his sun palace to prepare for his Sinsmas party festivities. He even kindly teleported Moxxie and Millie back to their abodes

That night, Loona, Blitzo, Octavia and Stolas sleep together on the couch, all wrapped up in a cozy warm blanket

The next day at Sinsmas Eve, Octavia enjoys her first ever non royal Sinsmas

There are decorations, ugly Sinsmas sweaters, Blitzo and Loona made most of the food while Stolas helped. Octavia spent the Sinsmas Eve admiring the apartment, and spent the morning watching sitcom with Loona

It isn't like the royal Sinsmas galas

But the 4 are safe together, for now

And that's already enough for Octavia.

She already had those ghastly Wrathian and Sloth Royal garments that Stella forced upon her to be burned down last night, and she's just enjoying the Sinsmas season with her new found family.....before she was sent off to her paternal grandparents' place

That night, in the new IMP offices in Lust, Blitzo gave a warm welcome to Octavia, and everyone there instantly liked Octavia for her down to earth and polite mannerisms

Octavia never really partied with non royals before. Usually, it's basically fancy galas of Hell's royalty, with near endless champagne and caviar

However, within the assortment of paper plates, pot luck meals cooked by all the hires, and karaoke booths....

Octavia felt a new warm fuzzy feeling.

She's found herself a new real family amongst these non royals

And she likes it

Having the IMP office moving from Imp City to Desire City in Lust is definitely a big change, but it's done largely out of accommodating the huge number of new hires and also under protection of Ozzie ( especially considering the situation with Lucifer, Lilith and Charlie then )

Moxxie and Millie stayed in an apartment complex next to Blitzo, Stolas and Loona's, and their apartment complexes are below the new IMP offices

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 Details about Furaclor and Andre's relationship.

They were betrothed at young ages. Both were very awkward when they met as teens and they started dating.

Later on, closer to their wedding, Andrealphus cheated on Furcalor with a man.

Furcalor only found out about it 2 weeks before the wedding when she went to visit him without warning and caught him in the act.

To this day, they both hate one another with a burning passion.

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