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It was a dark and stormy night. The rain continued at its current speed all throughout the night. In the midst of it, a cloaked figure dashes through the puddled streets before arriving at his destination: Stolas’s mansion.

He heads up the staircase to the main gates and pounds on it, but no one answers.

Figure: Hello? Is anyone there?

No response. The figure takes off his hood to reveal himself to be an imp. He looks around and sees an opened window. Left with little to no options, he uses the grappling hook on his wrist, and fires a grapple at the window. The hook attaches to a corner and he climbs up the walls and up into the window. He then deactivated his cloak; it slowly turned off like a monitor, and he then sat on the windowsill to catch his breath. After a few deep breaths, he then looked up, but when he looked back up, he was face to face with Octavia.

Imp: AHHH!

Octavia: AHH!

“Who’s there?!”

“It came from the princess’s room!”

Octavia grabs the imp and chucks him in her closet as two butler imps look through the door. Via is back in bed, pretending to be asleep, as evidence as she had one eye open. The imp butlers looked to their left and right and then, seeing as everything was okay, left, closing the door behind them. Upon that, Via heads up to the closet, and just as the imp was about to protest, Octavia puts her hand on his mouth.

Octavia: Listen, if you scream, you're going to get yourself in deep shit. My mom hates imps, and she will literally GUT you alive when she sees you. You stay here with me, and you will be fine. I'm going to put my hand away now, and you're going to calmly and quietly tell me who you are, and what you're doing in my house. Okay?

The imp slowly nods, and Octavia slowly puts her hand away.

Imp: M-My name is Op. And I was just trying to find shelter from that storm. I was trying to get home, but I kinda got lost.

Octavia: Okay, well, my name's Octavia. And, you can stay with me, just for the night.

Op: Thanks.

Octavia and Op sit down on the bed as Op shutters from the crackling thunder and booming lightning outside.

Octavia: It's okay. It's alright. Ya know, that grappling hook looks like something made in Sloth.

Op: It is. It was onna my dad’s.

Octavia: Your dad? Wait a minute, is your dad Hellford? One of the wealthiest imps in all of Sloth?

Op: Yeah. He was a great guy. Took care of me my whole life. My mom… died giving birth to me and he was the only family I knew… but then, when I was seven… he…

He then has a panic attack, reliving his childhood, seeing the exorcists coming from the Heavens, turning Hell into a bloodbath. We only get snippets of Op’s point of view, as Op is seen screaming and crying, and sees the corpse of his dead father, and the unfeeling exorcists looking at him menacingly. Op then breathes heavily, before crying into his knees. Octavia then sees his distress and comforts him. Op hugs her tightly as they embrace.

That Roleplay thing was actually a part of the beginning of the first issue, of the second book of me and my good friend, Rileyopal ’s fanfiction, Absolutions of Hell.

Rileyopal

Description
Past:

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain continued at its current speed all throughout the night. In the midst of it, a cloaked figure dashes through the puddled streets before arriving at his destination: Stolas’s mansion.

He heads up the staircase to the main gates and pounds on it, but no one answers.

Figure: Hello? Is anyone there?

No response. The figure takes off his hood to reveal himself to be an imp. He looks around and sees an opened window. Left with little to no options, he uses the grappling hook on his wrist, and fires a grapple at the window. The hook attaches to a corner and he climbs up the walls and up into the window. He then deactivated his cloak; it slowly turned off like a monitor, and he then sat on the windowsill to catch his breath. After a few deep breaths, he then looked up, but when he looked back up, he was face to face with Octavia.

Imp: AHHH!

Octavia: AHH!

“Who’s there?!”

“It came from the princess’s room!”

Octavia grabs the imp and chucks him in her closet as two butler imps look through the door. Via is back in bed, pretending to be asleep, as evidence as she had one eye open. The imp butlers looked to their left and right and then, seeing as everything was okay, left, closing the door behind them. Upon that, Via heads up to the closet, and just as the imp was about to protest, Octavia puts her hand on his mouth.

Octavia: Listen, if you scream, you're going to get yourself in deep shit. My mom hates imps, and she will literally GUT you alive when she sees you. You stay here with me, and you will be fine. I'm going to put my hand away now, and you're going to calmly and quietly tell me who you are, and what you're doing in my house. Okay?

The imp slowly nods, and Octavia slowly puts her hand away.

Imp: M-My name is Op. And I was just trying to find shelter from that storm. I was trying to get home, but I kinda got lost.

Octavia: Okay, well, my name's Octavia. And, you can stay with me, just for the night.

Op: Thanks.

Octavia and Op sit down on the bed as Op shutters from the crackling thunder and booming lightning outside.

Octavia: It's okay. It's alright. Ya know, that grappling hook looks like something made in Sloth.

Op: It is. It was onna my dad’s.

Octavia: Your dad? Wait a minute, is your dad Hellford? One of the wealthiest imps in all of Sloth?

Op: Yeah. He was a great guy. Took care of me my whole life. My mom… died giving birth to me and he was the only family I knew… but then, when I was seven… he…

He then has a panic attack, reliving his childhood, seeing the exorcists coming from the Heavens, turning Hell into a bloodbath. We only get snippets of Op’s point of view, as Op is seen screaming and crying, and sees the corpse of his dead father, and the unfeeling exorcists looking at him menacingly. Op then breathes heavily, before crying into his knees. Octavia then sees his distress and comforts him. Op hugs her tightly as they embrace.

That Roleplay thing was actually a part of the beginning of the first issue, of the second book of me and my good friend, Rileyopal ’s fanfiction, Absolutions of Hell.

Rileyopal