meeting stella and octavia

"As you walk down the street you see none other than Stella Goetia yelling at a vending machine in a motel stairwell. Stella notices you and glares at you." "What are you looking at, Plebian?"

Stella sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "Ugh, don't even get me started on this damn vending machine. It's been eating my coins all night. I swear, I'm about to lose my mind." She mutters to herself as she kicks the machine once more. "Thanks for asking though, I appreciate it."

Stella chuckles and nods. "You're definitely right about that. Sometimes it's all you can do to get out your frustration with these things." She glances over at you and smiles. "I'm Stella, by the way. And you are?"

Stella grins and nods. "That's right, you got me. And welcome to Hell, Ed! It's always nice to see new faces around here." She crosses her arms over her chest and glances around the motel stairwell. "So, what brings you to these parts, if you don't mind me asking?"

Stella nods and smiles at you. "Ah, I see. Well, welcome to the neighborhood. It might not be the best place to live, but it's certainly got its charms." She chuckles and glances over at the vending machine again. "And yeah, I'm sure it gets a lot of beatings. But hey, sometimes it's just what you need to blow off some steam, right?"

"Exactly. Sometimes a vending machine can be more trouble than it's worth," Stella says while nodding in agreement. "But hey, at least there's always something here to satisfy your cravings." She smirks and eyes you up and down. "Speaking of cravings, what do you say we head back to my room and I'll show you something even more satisfying than anything that vending machine has to offer?"

Stella grins widely at your response and leads the way to her motel room. Once inside, she closes the door behind you and saunters over, her hips swaying with every step. "I hope you're ready for some fun, Ed," she says with a devious smirk. "Because I plan on showing you a hell of a good time."

Stella grins at you, pleased with the compliment. "Thank you, I try my best to keep it cozy." She runs a hand through her hair and shrugs. "As for how I ended up here, let's just say my ex-husband didn't leave me with much when we got divorced." She chuckles softly and walks closer to you, letting out a soft sigh when you mention the lavender scent. "I'm glad you like the smell. It's one of my favorites."

Stella nods, her expression softening a bit. "No, it definitely wasn't easy. But I'm doing my best to move on, and this job I have now helps keep me busy." She moves closer to you, her hand outstretched to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "But enough about that. Let's focus on us, shall we?" She leans in and plants a soft kiss on your lips, her hand still cradling your cheek.

Stella backs away after you pull away from the kiss, but maintains a playful grin on her face. "Oh come on, Ed. Where's your sense of adventure?" She steps closer to you again and leans in to whisper in your ear. "Life's too short to be shy and hold back. Why not live in the moment and have some fun with a beautiful woman like me?" She lingers there for a moment, her breath hot against your skin, before pulling away again. "But I understand if you're not ready yet. Let me know if you change your mind."

Stella notices the sadness in your voice and her expression softens. "I'm sorry to hear that, Ed," she says sympathetically. "I can understand why you'd want to take things slower, especially after being hurt like that." She walks over to you and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "If you'd rather hang out and get to know me first, that's perfectly fine. I'm not going anywhere." She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "And trust me, I have no intention of playing games with you or using you."

"Not at all, Ed," Stella says with a warm smile. "I completely understand where you're coming from. And to be honest, I wouldn't want our time together to just be a simple fling either." She leans in closer to you, her expression serious. "I want to get to know you, and I want us to share something meaningful. Whether that's just hanging out as friends or taking things further, I'm open to it." She steps back and gives you a playful wink. "So what do you say? Want to go on a date with me and see where things go?"

"Of course, Ed," Stella says with a warm smile. "I'd be happy to go on a date with you and get to know you better. And who knows, maybe we will become good friends." She leans in closer to you, her expression mischievous. "Or maybe something more." She gives you a playful wink before stepping back. "Let me know when you're free and we can set something up."

"That's great to hear, Ed," Stella says with a smile. "Since you're free right now, how about we go grab a bite to eat together? There's a little diner down the street that serves the best fried chicken in town." She holds out a hand to you. "What do you say, want to join me?"

"Great!" Stella says excitedly as she takes your hand and leads you down the street. "I'm always happy to introduce someone to this little gem of a diner. You won't regret it, trust me!"

After a short walk, you both arrive at the diner. The sounds and smells of sizzling food hit your senses as soon as you walk in. The place is cozy and warm, with vinyl booths and old-fashioned decor. Stella quickly grabs a booth for the two of you and hands you a menu.

"What looks good, Ed?" she asks with a smile.

"Ah, simple yet delicious choice, Ed," Stella says with a nod. "I think I'll go for the same, but with a side of onion rings instead of fries." She grins at you. "We'll have to share a milkshake too, can't pass that up."

As she sets down the menus, she reaches across and gently puts her hand on top of yours. "Thank you for coming out with me today, Ed. I know it's not a formal date or anything, but I'm having a great time already."

"Yes, this diner is definitely a better choice than that vending machine I was cursing at earlier," Stella says with a laugh. "I'm glad we can sit down and relax together and get to know each other without any distractions."

The waiter comes over and takes your orders, and soon enough your food arrives. The burgers are juicy and flavorful, and the fries and onion rings are crispy perfection. Stella's choice of milkshake is a classic vanilla, creamy and just the right consistency.

As you both dig into your meals, Stella starts a conversation. "So, Ed, tell me something about yourself.

"That's really interesting, Ed," Stella says, nodding her head. "I bet you've seen a lot of changes since they let humans into the demon realm. Have you had any interesting clients or commissions lately?"

She takes a sip of her milkshake and leans back in her seat, looking genuinely interested in what you have to say.

Stella looks at you in surprise. "Wow, I can imagine that would have been a pretty big deal," she says, leaning forward. "What did she have you design for her?"

She takes another sip of her milkshake, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Wow, I remember seeing those designs on TV, those were great," Stella says, impressed. "You must have worked really hard on them. I'm not surprised they chose you as their designer. I mean, look at you! You've got such a creative mind and a great eye for detail."

She finishes her milkshake and wipes her mouth with a napkin. "I'm glad we're getting to know each other, Ed. It's been really nice talking with you."

Stella nods in agreement. "I completely understand, Ed," she says. "It's always better to take things slow and get to know each other first. Besides, rushing into things can sometimes lead to disappointment or misunderstandings."

She takes a deep breath and looks at you. "But don't worry, I'm not trying to rush you into anything. I'm just enjoying our conversation and getting to know you better."

Stella raises an eyebrow and smiles coyly. "Well, where to start?" she muses. "I'm a former Lady of Hell and mother to Octavia, a beautiful daughter who's as talented as she is charming. I was married to Stolas, who cheated on me with a lower class imp. Needless to say, it was the final straw and we divorced."

She looks down at her hands for a moment, lost in thought. "But now I'm starting a new chapter in my life," she says, lifting her head up with a determined look in her eyes. "I'm a trucker now, delivering goods and packages throughout the Demon Realm and beyond. It's a tough job, but I enjoy the independence and freedom it brings."

She takes a sip of her milkshake and smiles. "So, that's a little bit about me

Stella nods in agreement, a small smile crossing her lips. "Thank you, Ed," she says. "It wasn't easy, but I refused to let Stolas' infidelity define me or my future. I needed to move on and start over, and that's exactly what I did."

She takes another sip of her milkshake before continuing. "And yes, Octavia is my pride and joy. She's intelligent, talented, and has a heart of gold. I'm lucky to have her as my daughter."

Stella looks at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But enough about me, Ed," she says. "Tell me more about yourself. What are your interests? Your passions? What makes you tick?"

Stella nods thoughtfully. "Those are all wonderful pursuits," she says. "I particularly admire people who can express themselves through art, whether it be through drawing, painting, or animation. As for video games, I confess I'm not much of a gamer myself, but I can appreciate the skill and strategy that goes into them."

She looks up at the night sky, her eyes glittering as she speaks. "And stargazing... there's something truly magical about it, isn't there? The vastness of space, the infinite possibilities, the mysteries we have yet to uncover. It's humbling and inspiring all at once."

Stella smiles warmly at you. "Thank you for sharing your interests with me, Ed. It's always wonderful getting to know someone better."

Stella chuckles with amusement. "Yes, it's funny how fate works, isn't it?" she says. "But I'm glad the vending machine malfunctioned, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation."

She thinks for a moment before continuing. "And as for hanging out, I'm definitely open to the idea. It would be lovely to get to know you better and see some of your artwork. Who knows, maybe I could commission you for a piece sometime."

Stella winks at you before taking another sip of her milkshake. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves," she adds with a small smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes, and I'm intrigued to learn more about you and your passions."

Stella smiles with satisfaction as she watches you enjoy your meal. "I'm glad you like it," she says. "I've always had a bit of a weakness for diner food, and this place is one of my favorites."

She takes a bite of her own burger, savoring the flavor before continuing. "And as for commissions, I'm sure we could come up with something that would suit both our tastes. Perhaps a portrait of Octavia, or a landscape of one of your favorite stargazing spots?"

Stella takes another bite of her burger, humming in appreciation. "It's always exciting to collaborate with someone creatively, and I have a feeling the end result would be amazing."

Stella shrugs and takes a sip of her shake. "It's hard to say with Octavia," she admits. "She's always been a bit distant with me, especially after the divorce. But I'm sure she would appreciate the gesture, even if she doesn't show it."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "To be honest, I think it would be good for her to spend more time around people who genuinely care about her and her well-being. She's so used to being in the spotlight, with everyone trying to gain her favor or use her for their own gain. It's refreshing to see someone who just wants to make a connection with her without any ulterior motives."

Stella smiles warmly at you. "I think you could be good for Octavia, and vice versa. Who knows, maybe you two could even become friends."

Stella nods. "I think that's a great idea," she says. "I'll talk to Octavia and see if she's interested in meeting you. I'm sure she'll be flattered that someone wants to get to know her for who she is, not just because of her fame."

She takes another bite of her burger before continuing. "In the meantime, maybe we can work on that portrait together. It could be a great way for you to connect with her on a personal level and show her that you have a genuine interest in her."

Stella winks at you teasingly. "Who knows, maybe you'll end up becoming her new favorite artist."

Stella nods appreciatively. "That's great to hear, Edwin," she says. "I'm sure your talent will shine through in the portrait you create of Octavia. And who knows, maybe it will lead to more commissions in the future."

She finishes off the last of her burger before speaking again. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with. You seem like a very talented artist, and I have no doubt that your work will impress us both."

Stella chuckles. "Well, I can't speak for everyone here in Hell, but I wouldn't mind being drawn by you," she says with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "I think you would do a great job capturing my feathers and figure."

She takes another sip of her shake before continuing. "And I'm sure Octavia would be thrilled to hear about your other work as well. It's not every day that someone gets to work alongside royalty and angels, even in Hell."

She pauses for a moment, then adds, "You know, I've always been curious about the human art scene. Maybe you could tell me more about it sometime?"

Stella takes a moment to think before speaking. "Well, I'm curious about the different styles of human art and what inspires you humans to create it," she says. "I've heard that there are many different types of painting, drawing, and other art forms, and I'm interested in learning more about them."

She takes another sip of her shake before continuing. "And I also wonder if there are any notable human artists who have influenced the art world in a significant way. In Hell, we don't often hear much about the human world, so I'm always eager to learn something new."

As you explain the human art scene to Stella, she listens intently, nodding along as you speak. She seems genuinely interested in what you have to say and asks thoughtful questions about the various artists you mention.

During your conversation, Stella reveals that she has a particular fondness for the work of Michelangelo, noting that his impressive sculptures and frescoes have always left an impression on her.

After you finish up lunch and get your shakes to go, you both step out of the diner and onto the busy Hell street. Stella turns to you and smiles. "Thank you for telling me all about the human art scene, Edwin," she says. "I learned a lot from our conversation today, and I feel like I have a better appreciation for your craft."

She takes a sip of her shake before continuing. "And who knows, maybe someday I'll even commission

Stella's expression shifts to one of surprise as you mention Lucifer. "Wait, did you say Lucifer?" she asks, her voice suddenly stern. "What business do you have with the Lord of Hell?"

She glares at you, her feathers ruffling slightly as she awaits your response. Despite her normally playful demeanor, it's clear that Stella has a certain amount of respect - and perhaps fear - for the ruler of Hell.

Stella's expression softens slightly as you explain your interactions with Lucifer. She listens carefully as you speak, and her nodding suggests she is relieved to hear that the Lord of Hell has been friendly towards you.

"I see," she says after you finish speaking. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised - Lucifer has always been something of a patron of the arts, and it's well known that he enjoys playing music. I suppose it makes sense that an artist like yourself would catch his eye."

She takes another sip of her shake before continuing. "But do be careful, Edwin - Lucifer may seem friendly on the surface, but he can be quite devious when he wants to be. As long as you're useful to him, he'll keep you around, but if you ever fall out of his favor, well... Let's just say I

Stella raises an eyebrow at your whisper, and it's clear that she's intrigued by the idea of a feud between Lucifer and the Radio Demon. "I see," she says after a moment. "Well, I'm certainly not surprised those two have issues with each other - they're both pretty powerful figures down here in Hell."

She nods thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "But despite their differences, it's good to hear they're at least able to put them aside for the sake of the Hazbin Hotel. Princess Charlie is doing some interesting work with that place, and it would be a shame if it were to fall apart because of a feud between two powerful demons."

Stella nods in agreement. "Yes, I've heard about Charlie's plan to rehabilitate Hell. It's certainly an ambitious project, but if anyone can pull it off, it's her. With the three planes connected like this, it's more important than ever that demons learn to live together in relative harmony."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Of course, there will always be those who resist change - demons who prefer things the way they were before. But as long as Princess Charlie has her vision, I have no doubt that progress will continue to be made."

Stella pauses for a moment before glancing at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Speaking of progress, Edwin, I couldn't help but notice you mentioned your art earlier. As an artist myself, I'd love to see some of your work.

Stella smiles and nods, clearly intrigued by your offer. "That would be lovely, Edwin," she says. "I must admit, I haven't had much time for artistic pursuits lately, what with my driving job and all. But I've always loved surrounding myself with other artists, so I would be more than happy to take a look at your work."

She leans in closer, adding in a lower voice, "Who knows, maybe we could even collaborate on something together someday." She winks at you playfully before taking another sip of her shake. "Of course, we'll have to wait until things quiet down a bit. Who knows when I'll be able to get away from work again."

Stella nods and takes another sip of her shake. "Yes, the life of a trucker can be quite lonely at times," she says. "But I've always enjoyed the solitude of the open road. It's a chance to clear my head and just focus on the task at hand."

She glances out the window, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "Of course, there are times when even I get a bit stir-crazy," she admits with a small smile. "But I try to keep busy - listening to music, working on the occasional sketch or painting, or just letting my mind wander."

She turns back towards you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Speaking of which, do you have any favorite tunes?"

Stella leans forward, tapping a finger against the side of her shake. "Ah, music and art - two of life's greatest pleasures," she says with a smile. "I myself prefer classical pieces, though I can appreciate a good rock or metal tune on occasion."

She winks at you teasingly. "And as for jamming out while drawing, I can certainly relate to that. Sometimes even I have to let loose and dance around a bit, no matter how silly I might look."

With a playful grin, she raises her shake. "Here's to music, art, and all the other things that make life worth living."

Stella nods proudly, following your gaze to the truck parked in front of the motel. "Yes, that's my baby," she says, grinning from ear to ear. "I take great pride in keeping her in top shape. And she's more than just a pretty face, let me tell you - this old girl can handle anything the road throws her way."

She runs her hand affectionately along the side of the truck, admiring its sleek curves and sturdy build. "In fact, I'd rank her right up there with the best of 'em. There's nothing quite like that feeling of power and control you get behind the wheel of a vehicle like this."

Turning back towards you, she grins again. "Would you like to take a closer look? I could even show you some of the modifications I've made."

Stella beams at your eagerness, leading you over towards the truck. "Wonderful," she says. "I always love showing off a bit."

As she reaches the side of the truck, Stella presses a button on her keychain and proudly watches as the doors to the trailer swing open. "First things first," she says, gesturing inside. "Take a look at the interior. I've added some custom lighting, a small kitchenette, and even a day bed for those long overnight hauls."

Inside, you notice that the trailer is surprisingly roomy, with comfortable seating and even a mini-fridge stocked with drinks. The custom lighting casts everything in a soothing blue glow, and there's a faint scent of fresh lavender in the air.

Stella watches your reactions, pleased with how impressed you seem. "And that's just the beginning,"

Stella grins at your comment, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Thank you, dear. I take great pride in my truck and all the little touches that make it uniquely mine."

She walks around to the back of the truck, where a large array of tools and spare parts are neatly organized. "And I didn't forget about the exterior, either. As you can see, I've added a new set of tires for better handling on rough terrain, as well as a custom exhaust system that really makes her purr."

As she talks, Stella runs her hand along the smooth lines of the truck, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. It's clear that she has poured a lot of time and effort into this vehicle, and she's delighted to share it with someone who appreciates it.

Stella nods, smiling fondly. "There's nothing quite like a well-maintained truck, is there? It's like having a trusted companion while out on the road. Takes care of us just as much as we take care of her."

She pauses for a moment, lost in thought. "You know, I've been doing this for a long time now. Ever since I was old enough to hold a steering wheel, really. And I still love it, even after all these years. There's just something about being out on the open road, with nothing but the wind and your thoughts for company."

Stella turns back to you, her expression softening. "I'm grateful for my truck. And I'm grateful for any kindred spirit who can appreciate what I've built."

Stella nods, a wistful expression on her face. "Ah, hot rods. You can't beat the classics, can you? There's just something so...timeless about them. They're like stepping back into a simpler era."

She turns back to her own truck, running a hand along the gleaming paint job. "Of course, there's something to be said for modern vehicles as well. Technology has come a long way, especially in the world of trucking. But I still have a soft spot for the classics. Nothing beats the roar of a well-maintained engine."

She looks back up at you, a playful glint in her eye. "Maybe I'll have to take you for a spin sometime. Show you what this baby can really do."

Stella's expression softens when she sees her daughter, greeting her with a warm smile. "There's my little girl. What are you up to, honey?"

Octavia looks over to you, sizing you up for a moment before turning back to her mother. "I was just wondering when you were going to be done here. There's something I need to talk to you about."

Stella nods, giving your arm a pat. "Looks like duty calls. It was nice chatting with you, Ed. We'll have to catch up again soon." She turns and walks off, arm in arm with her daughter, the two of them deep in conversation.

Stella waves back, a contented smile on her face. "Take care of yourself, Ed. And don't be a stranger."

As you walk away, Octavia turns to Stella with a knowing look. "He seemed nice, Mom. Maybe you'll finally find someone who appreciates you."

Stella chuckles, shaking her head. "Oh, Octavia. You know I'm not interested in any of that right now. I'm perfectly content with my truck and the open road. But who knows what the future may hold?"

The two of them walk off into the night, chatting amiably, leaving you behind with a sense of warmth and contentment.

Stella nods to herself as she drives down the road, lost in thought. Octavia's words have given her some food for thought, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have someone by her side again. It's been a long time since she's allowed herself to feel vulnerable like that, but Ed seemed like a kind, genuine person.

As she drives, her thoughts turn to her daughter. Octavia has always been her pride and joy, her reason for living even when things got tough. She's grown into an independent young woman, but Stella can't help but worry about her safety while she's out on the road. Maybe having someone around to keep an eye on her would be a good thing.

A small smile plays across Stella's lips as she imagines Ed bonding with Octavia

Octavia waves to you from the window, beckoning for you to come inside. As you enter, you notice that Stella's place is clean and tidy; it looks like Octavia takes her duties as caretaker seriously.

"Hey, Ed! Just thought I'd stop by and see if everything's going okay. Mom's been out on the road for a few days, and I gotta admit, it's been a little quiet around here without her."

She gestures to the couch, inviting you to sit down. "Can I get you anything? A drink? Snacks?"

Octavia seems friendly and welcoming, with an easy smile and a relaxed demeanor.

Octavia nods and heads to the small fridge in the corner to fetch you a can of soda. "Yeah, I keep an eye on her place while she's out on the road. It helps me pay for school, and honestly, I kind of like having a place to myself for a little while."

She hands you the soda, taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Mom can be a bit... intense, sometimes. But she means well. How did you two meet, anyway?"

Octavia chuckles and rolls her eyes. "I swear, that vending machine is the bane of her existence. It's been broken for weeks now, and Mom just can't seem to let it go. I'm pretty sure she's convinced that it's possessed or something."

She takes a sip of her own soda, watching you thoughtfully. "So what do you do, Ed? Do you live around here?"

Octavia nods, "That's interesting. I heard about the whole gate thing, but I don't really keep up with the news all that much." She takes another sip of her soda, her expression thoughtful. "What made you decide to move down here? Do you like it so far?"

For a moment, she seems lost in thought, as if considering something. "We don't get many visitors around here, so it's nice to have someone to talk to. What do you like to do, Ed?"