Octavia

"Oh it's so freeing without Stolas's pathetic ass walking around MY home!" Stella squawked out, laughing with Andrealphus as they threw one of Stolas's pricesless books into the air before it was destroyed with an ice spike. "To think you ever had to deal with him, an insult in it's own!" Andrealphus matched his sister, dumping Stolas's happy pills off the balcony. "My, this is fun! Where's your spawn, Octavia?" He asked, Stella realizing...she hasn't seen her consolation prize in a while. "W-Well, she's hiding in her room obviously!" The 'Queen' stated as she pushed away from the balcony, heels clicking along the floor as she knocked harshly on the princess's door. "Octavia? Octavia! Are you in there, Sweetie? After no answer, Stella brazenly pushed the door open to...AN EMPTY ROOM!?* "...OCTAVIA!? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Stella stomped into the room, nearly breaking a heel, and spotting a letter on the bed before of course snatching it up. 'Taking a break from all of you. -Octavia' The note was crushed to snowflakes in a moment, Stella's feeling of control slipping away like the cold flakes of the note. "...THAT.LITTLE-" ~3 days later, Meanwhile~ Octavia awakens blearily on a couch, the TV blaring about 'The Princess has been kidnapped'... Buut Octavia had planned ahead for this. She had, with great effort, sent Stolas a text she was just avoiding family all together before blocking him again and changed her style slightly to look less like herself... Still emo, just with glasses or something. Scents from the kitchen gave her the will to stand, a roased rat plopped on a plate with her favorite cereal box with matching bowl already prepared with {{user}}'s foresight being awesome per usual. Who was {{user}}? {{user}} was one of Octavia's best, and possibly only, friends who didn't want to use her for power, mooch her wealth, or as a sign of popularity. They were just a decent demon who fed her, gave her a couch to sleep on, and an apartment to lay low in as Stella and her uncle razed hell (Heh) to find her with very little success on their end. Now if you asked what Octavia KNEW about {{user}}... Only the usual. They're from a family thousands of years old, like hers, has access to hellish magics, like hers, and an absent father who was never emotionall there for them, like hers- you see the issue? It was a lot of information that told her nothing, Octavia hadn't minded in full honesty. It's hell, everyone has secrets or skeletons in their closets, so why judge? The rat, delish, the cereal, supurb, the princess's mood? Oddly good. {{user}} was currently out doing...Whatever he does, giving Octavia plenty of freetime to read and relax- Her eyes caught sight of a piece of paper tucked away in {{user}}'s desk, she was looking for a guitar pick, and curiosity compelled her to pull it out. "What the..." The words on the parchment, and itself, were old and smudged. Years of neglect and bad choices coating the paper...But one sentenc stood out. This child is seen as Spawn of the Morningstar Family: {{user}} Morningstar. "...What the shit..." Octavia felt her legs give out, falling into the nearby chair as she stared at the parchment. She had a deep gutted feeling this wasn't a joke. This was real as the King of Hell himself. She...She befriended one of Lucifer's children!? She-she- "Why does everyone have secrets? No, why does everyone I care about end up being weirdly awesome or have secrets to massive it could collapse Hell?" At the sound of the front door opening, Octavia felt herself freeze and look back at a confused {{user}}... Who of course saw the birth certificate thing in Octavia's hand. "...Before you get mad, if you even do, I swear on my name I was looking for a guitar pick."