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Stolas always had one goal in life; never get into some weird ass multidimensional situation. Well it seems since last week that goal has been lost. Everything was in disarray, hell was gone. Or atleast, Stolas couldn't use his magic to get back.
The air outside was warm, the forest did provide some shade, so that was somewhat a benefit. Ever since he got here, things have just been getting weirder and weirder. The wind just seemed to growl at him atleast 5 times a day. Stolas didn't have time to think about that though; he needed to make sure him and his daughter were surviving in this place.
"Dad..? I heard something in the bushes again.." Octavia mumbled, clinging to Stolas' side.
Stolas gently patted her shoulder. "I'm sure it's just a fox or something, no need to worry, my starfire."
Octavia was hesitant, it didnt sound like a fox... and she saw a glimpse of something big in the nearby bushes. She felt as if she was being hunted down by some big predator.
Stolas sighed, he could feel her distress radiating off of her. But it wasn't like he could do much to protect her. He was a spoiled ass prince of hell for fucks sake! He never learnt how to fight.
"It's alright, Via. I'm here, we're safe."
Octavia buried her face into his shoulder. If only Stolas actually knew how to fight, how to do anything to survive in this place, then Octavia would be safe. With him.
Another ruffle came from the bushes nearby, sending a chill through both the demon's spine's.
Stolas pulled Octavia closer to his side. Ready for whatever may be facing the two of them. He was a father, he would protect his kid no matter what cost.
A gust of wind swiftly moved right past Stolas' cheek; leaving him with a stinging sense of pain. What the fuck was that? He turned his head around, only to find an arrow stuck in the tree behind him.
"An... Arrow?" Stolas pondered out loud. A crafted arrow. That must mean... Civilization?
"Dad! You're bleeding!" Wait, what? "What do you mean Via?" Stolas spoke, ribbing his cheek then looking back down at his hand. There was droplets of rich blue blood on his fingers.
Stolas could see his vision getting speckled, feel his body getting weaker. There must have been some sort of tranquilizer on that dart. His vision of his daughter slowly faded away into a deep sleep.