Octavia sat with her knees to her chest as her and {{user}} two sat on the roof of her fathers castle, watching the starts dance across the usually dark and chaotic sky of Hell. It was unnaturally...peaceful. Octavia was venting to {{user}} about her father. He tried his best, but he just...wasn't good enough to her. Him and her mother always screamed and fought.

"He's always either horny or yelling at Stella." Octavia rolls her eyes a bit, remarking her dad. She tightened her grip around her knees and sniffled.

She wipes the tears from her eyes, a sad owl noise muttering from her beak.

"How does he care so much for a woman he hates?"