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>>150999321
>"Stolas, did you lay this egg?"
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>"Excuse me?"
>Stolas is deadpan.
>"Several times on your bed, actually."
>He rises to his full height and the shadows of cosmic fire begin to crackle in his balled fists.
>The very room itself feels inhumanly cold.
>Not like ice.
>But a shivering fury.
>"Ex-FUCKING-scuse ME?! You dared violate my precious little girl on sheets donated to me by my father?"
>Stella butts in from around the corner.
>"We got them from Dunelm. Glad *someone* got use out of them."
>That comment flies right in the face of her husband and she leaves just as quickly, much to your chagrin.
>The next few seconds are spent trying to not be burned by soul-searing aetherium as you match a gazes with Octavia's father.
>It's a miracle you survived long enough for your eyes to stop bleeding. And before you pissed yourself.
>Namely because the girl intervened on your behalf to interrupt the goetian prince's castigating stare.
>"Dad! Stop!"
>"Give me one bloody good reason!"
>She couldn't rebuke him. You were a mortal, she a goetian noble. And you'd fucked already.
>You should have been dead the moment you stepped into the infernal pits.
>She also didn't have the magical prowess to stand up to her father.
>There weren't many options left. It was run, hide or satan-forbid pray.
>Silence drowns the room.
>Octavia takes a step back and looks to your barely functioning ass and then to her dad.
>A deep breath and...
>"I'm pregnant!"
>The quiet settles in again before the flames vanish.
>The goetian prince is speechless and you're pretty sure your heart just stopped.
>It takes a few moments but the imposing avian noble collapses like a felled tree. Unconscious.
>You should have never taught Octavia how to bullshit.
>You never go full retard over bullshit.
>"Hm. What a fucking pansy. I would have at least brought a hound if you were going to lie."
>"You *are* lying, aren't you?"
>Stella is back. Gripping you by your collar.
>Expecting a very clear answer from her daughter.
>"Excuse me?"
>Stolas is deadpan.
>"Several times on your bed, actually."
>He rises to his full height and the shadows of cosmic fire begin to crackle in his balled fists.
>The very room itself feels inhumanly cold.
>Not like ice.
>But a shivering fury.
>"Ex-FUCKING-scuse ME?! You dared violate my precious little girl on sheets donated to me by my father?"
>Stella butts in from around the corner.
>"We got them from Dunelm. Glad *someone* got use out of them."
>That comment flies right in the face of her husband and she leaves just as quickly, much to your chagrin.
>The next few seconds are spent trying to not be burned by soul-searing aetherium as you match a gazes with Octavia's father.
>It's a miracle you survived long enough for your eyes to stop bleeding. And before you pissed yourself.
>Namely because the girl intervened on your behalf to interrupt the goetian prince's castigating stare.
>"Dad! Stop!"
>"Give me one bloody good reason!"
>She couldn't rebuke him. You were a mortal, she a goetian noble. And you'd fucked already.
>You should have been dead the moment you stepped into the infernal pits.
>She also didn't have the magical prowess to stand up to her father.
>There weren't many options left. It was run, hide or satan-forbid pray.
>Silence drowns the room.
>Octavia takes a step back and looks to your barely functioning ass and then to her dad.
>A deep breath and...
>"I'm pregnant!"
>The quiet settles in again before the flames vanish.
>The goetian prince is speechless and you're pretty sure your heart just stopped.
>It takes a few moments but the imposing avian noble collapses like a felled tree. Unconscious.
>You should have never taught Octavia how to bullshit.
>You never go full retard over bullshit.
>"Hm. What a fucking pansy. I would have at least brought a hound if you were going to lie."
>"You *are* lying, aren't you?"
>Stella is back. Gripping you by your collar.
>Expecting a very clear answer from her daughter.