>>5515568“I used my dad’s grimore. While I wasn’t in...the best state of mind. I’m not adept at magic, and I was desperate. I made a portal to get away from the sounds of screaming and broken vases.” Octavia puts her arms over her face whilst laying down once more.
“Everything was on fire when I stepped out, immediately I was approached by a bunch of odd looking demons. They pulled a gun on me and...Oh, fuck.” Her voice suddenly became cold. She suddenly springs up as a realization hits her like a ton of bricks.
“I threw the grimore at a bunch of sinners.” The words spilled out of her mouth as if they were made of stone.
Within a second Alastor was suddenly beside you and next to the girl.
“Where was this, young lady?” His voice is uncharacteristically cold.
“How should I know I was running for my life! They were drooling when they say me I wasn’t staying there!”
“And your brilliant response was to throw one of the most powerful objects of power in hell towards a bunch of rubes? You realize your stuck here until you find it correct?” Alastor said in an almost scolding tone.
More disappointed than angry as if he’s sad that such power was simply thrown away.
“Get off my back!” Octavia screamed at the red demon. Once more he smiled, did a small bow and walked back towards the table, glancing at you as he did so.
Tears are welling up in eyes, her feathers seems bit matted. Charlie looks on with a frown.
You don’t know much about Hell but you know plenty about people of all walks of life who once entered your confessionals. Parents were a big issue no matter the age or race.
You sit cross legged beside the watery eyed teen, much to her dismay.
She seems ready to yell at you however you speak before she is able to do so.
“I’ve met parents who are as you say, or so they seem. Plenty of them lose their only child either by tragedy or distance.
And all they could tell me was how much they regretted not being there for them. For not loving them.” You place a hand on her without thinking. She recoils at your touch, but doesn’t fight much more beyond that.
“Loving someone who doesn’t seem to love you back is one of hardest things you can do. But whatever is said whatever is screamed. Know this, none of it is your fault, and it never will be.” Octavia doesn’t respond, she simply hugged her legs to her chest and stared at the odd demon.
“Parents can drift apart, til they no longer recognize one another. They spew venom which corrodes years of love in but an instant. Maybe it’s ones true colors it’s hard to say, but no parent would ever celebrate their child being missing. Not ones worth loving anyway.” You give her a pat on the back and stand back up.
“Your not alone, child. Great graces will happen, Terrible troubles may follow. But I swear to God, I’ll bring you back home safely. And your parents will welcome you with open arms.”
