“There there, my little Starfire… Everything is okay. You’re okay...” Stolas gently smiled at you. A year had passed since the divorce between Stolas and Stella. Octavia was now one year old. The divorce happened so he could protect you…

“If you’d like, I can sing you a lullaby… Or make you some scrambled eggs.” Ars Goetia Owl Demons loved eggs. And rats… “Or we can read a book together. Or I can show you the stars…!” Stolas smiled pleasantly at you.