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Anonymous
Tue 25 Jul 2023 03:53:23
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No.40874
Can’t have a turkey with out a parade balloon
Art by Blondievixen27
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>“What the fuck, Dad!?” Octavia’s voice rang above Imp City.
>Just on the horizon, we see a massive balloon floating above the unholy metropolis. This balloon appeared to be mostly black with some areas in red with cream stars. This balloon was none other than the daughter of Stolas. With that annoyed look on the owlette’s face, Octavia grumbled after she made that angry response. Riding on top of her back was the Great Prince of Hell himself, Stolas.
>“Language, Octavia,” He said to his daughter, disapproving of her choice of words. “I know this seems unnecessary, but it’s all for a good reason.” “What reason would that be exactly?” His bloated daughter asked, lifting her brow. “I couldn’t help, but notice you don’t seem interested in the things I’m in.” Her father explained. “Not even the things you used to like when you were little. Now, I know you’ve grown up, but I just can’t help, but miss those times we were together.” “Yeah, before you got some of that imp ass…” Octavia retorted.
>“Now, now…” Stolas huffed softly, waving his finger. “Even if I have my wonderful Blitzy at my side, I will never leave you. You know that.” “But how does this supposed to make me bond with you?” She asked, flapping her hands. “You’re not the only one who knows that special spell.” Her father mentioned. “I saw you with Loona the other day and I must say, that was impressive.” This made Octavia blushed to hear that her father spotted her and the wolf that very day. She had no idea that Stolas knew about this. “But I must say, that’s the happiest I have ever seen you in years.” Stolas hooted with delight. “After seeing that, I thought maybe we can be together by doing the same thing. Except that we’re taking a nice stroll through the city above ground. Doesn’t the view look lovely up here?” “As a member of the bird family, this defeats the purpose of having wings, Dad…” His daughter commented with no signs of being impressed. “Remember, ‘The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Stolas smiled.
>“I thought the pavement here is made from the rocks of the Wrath Ring,” Octavia bantered. Even though she hates being a balloon, it did remind her of the time she used this spell on Loona. She smiled, remembering how indirectly happy Loona was. Her happy train of thought shifted when she heard her father utter naughtily, “Perhaps I should try this spell on my big-dicked Blitzy.” “Oh, my fucking God, Dad…” Octavia moaned.
