Describe in details the sons and daughters of the two following characters from the Helluva Boss universe

Paimon’s description: [“You will begin the studies of your grimoire, which will you grant access to the mortal realm to study and observe. And you will grow to be a mighty prince of Hell with your own legions to lead and pass on your knowledge to.”―Paimon, to Stolas, while passing the grimoire to him

Paimon (pronounced Pie•mon) is a king of the Ars Goetia, and the father of Stolas.

Appearance
Paimon is a very tall avian demon resembling a great horned owl or raven, with black feathers over his body and larger feathers pointing upwards to resemble horns.
He has glowing red eyes with white pupils, and a white face reminiscent of an eye mask that bears intricate red sigils. He wears a long crimson cloak with a pale maroon upper section and gold trimming that covers his body, along with a hood that goes to about his chin.
When opened, the cloak is shown to be glistening like actual gold, similar to Stolas’s cape in “Ozzie’s”. On his head is a golden crown decorated with a golden Goetic symbol and star ornaments on the points on top.

Personality
Paimon has been shown to be a negligent father, who cannot recall his son’s name without the help of his butler. He is a self-absorbed, inconsiderate and callous individual. When he made a child Stolas caretaker of the grimoire, he half-heartedly followed up by informing his son about the latter’s arranged marriage to Stella, failing to consider, or care, about his son’s opinion on the matter.
His disinterest in attending to his son’s care is further emphasized when he dismisses his son’s distress as “bitch crying”, before forcing his son to attend a circus event with the expectation that it would calm him down. Even in this regard, he failed to actually physically accompany his son, opting to have his butler carry a magical mirror that allowed him to observe the event remotely. He would later go on to congratulate himself for being "so good at daddying” in regards to his treatment of Stolas.
Paimon upholds his status from being part of the Ars Goetia, looking down on those who are beneath his station. As seen when he slaps Stolas on the head and scolds the latter for bowing down to an imp when introducing himself, and his lack of consideration for the damage his rampant teleporting would cause the tent’s for a circus.
Despite his poor parenting skills, Paimon has been shown to be a keen observer. He was able to quickly identify that his son was seemingly fond of a certain child circus performer imp, and took measures to have the aforementioned imp accompany his son to cheer him up. Though, the measures he took to hire the imp, offering to buy him for $5 and a slim-fit condom, further emphasize his deprecation of lower caste demons.

Abilities
Shapeshifting - When he is first introduced, Paimon is seen transforming into several silhouettes of demonic creatures that include a goat, a four-headed snake, an elephant, and a winged eyeball (resembling the biblical Ophanim) before getting up from his throne.
Teleportation - Paimon was able to teleport his mirror self and Mister Butler away from Cash Buckzo’s circus while leaving a flaming crater behind.
Grimoire manipulation - Paimon showcases the ability to summon forth the grimoire he later gifts Stolas.
Projection - Paimon is seen casting lifelike projections while imparting cosmic knowledge onto Stolas.

Trivia
The seal of Paimon was once on the outer wall of his mansion before handing over the ownership of it to Stolas.
He was the one who arranged for Stolas and Stella to be married the moment his son came of age.
It is revealed in “The Circus” that he has numerous other children apart from Stolas, which makes him forget their names, or at the very least, Stolas’s.
While sharing a similar appearance to Stolas, Paimon is seen assuming different demonic forms in his introduction scene, which may imply that he fathered the owl-like Stolas through his avian form. Furthermore, after being reminded of Stolas’ name by Mister Butler, Paimon refers to the former as “The owl boy”, insinuating that his other children are of other bird-like breeds or different animals entirely.]

Octavia’s description: [“He couldn’t be bothered to keep his promise, and now he can’t be bothered to come and get me himself. He’d rather spend his time just screaming at my mum. Why does he hate her more than he loves me?”―Octavia, to Loona about Stolas
Octavia is a major supporting character in Helluva Boss, being the teenage daughter of Stolas and Stella. She made her debut in “Loo Loo Land”.
It is revealed in “The Circus” that her role as a “precautionary heir” was the sole purpose of her birth.

Appearance
Octavia is an adolescent avian demon. She is lanky and unkempt, with a coat of gray feathers. Her eyes are pink with bright white pupils with light purple eyeshadow to go with her long eyelashes. Below each of her eyes are two tear-like streak eyelashes.
Octavia bears traits from both of her parents. She has her father’s white, mask-like face with her mother’s eyes and shaggy hair feathers.
For clothing, Octavia wears a black feathery shawl around her shoulders over a pink dress with light yellow stars on it, a black beanie hat with a pale yellow tiara design on it on her head, a pink choker around her neck, black leggings, and black heeled boots.
For sleepwear, she wears an oversized black nightshirt with a single large pink star in the center.

Personality
Octavia’s attitude is that of a cynical, stark teenager. She favors morbid topics like listening to and writing depressing emotional songs and collecting taxidermy of monstrous animals.
She is a person of few words, but she does highly value her privacy. Her overt observable attitudes suggest a personality of a negative, pessimistic, and sarcastic individual.
Octavia’s perpetually sour mood deters her from others. She has a dry sense of humor, as she calls Loo Loo and Loo Loo Land a “shameless spin-off” of Lucifer’s far more popular theme park, Lu Lu World, and voicing disdain for the former’s “insecure corporate shame”.
Octavia’s negative disposition likely stems from the tumultuous relationship of her parents to the point she has become desensitized to it, reaching a point where she expresses no obvious reaction to her parents violently arguing towards one another in front of her, especially when her mother starts to throw objects she avoids them by walking over or dodging them. In some scenarios, she would nonchalantly ask if the two were done screaming for the day.
Despite her outward show of complacency, Octavia’s issues are evidently deeper than they appear. Ever since she was a child, Octavia has lived with an ongoing fear of her parents going their separate ways, and that her father would abandon her. This fear began to manifest in her childhood, but it became more prominent after Stolas started his affair with Blitzo.
In “Seeing Stars”, Octavia is shown more cheerful and expresses more of her emotions, which is due to it being the day that Stolas had promised to take her to see Azathoth’s Tears. However, as Stolas bickers with Stella over the phone and ignores Octavia, she expresses frustration and sadness when she believes Stolas’ hatred of Stella is stronger than his love for herself. Thanks to Loona, she learns to be more forgiving of Stolas since he tries hard to make her happy.

Abilities
Natural Abilities
Flexible Head - Like most owls, Octavia can turn her head 180 degrees with little to no effort and without any signs of discomfort or pain.

Unique Abilities
Pyrokinesis - Octavia can snap her fingers to produce a small purple flame from her finger tips.
Spellcasting - Octavia can cast spells, shown when Stolas told her in Seeing Stars that she hasn’t been taught advanced spells like teleportation, implying she at least knows some. She was also able to transport herself to earth, but this may be a passive effect of Stolas’ Grimoire.

Trivia
Her first name, “Octavia”, is the Latin word for “eighth”.
Her being 17 was officially confirmed in “The Circus”, presumably in terms of Hell years.
From the twenty five year timeskip that follows young Stolas’ birthday, it is implied that he had her when he was either in his late teens or early twenties.
As opposed to her real-life Instagram’s bio, Octavia’s Sinstagram bio reads “😢Sad😭🌙🌧✨ / 💔Depressed🦉💜” as revealed in “Seeing Stars”.
According to her and Stolas’ Voxtagram accounts, she was the one who suggested for him to have an account.
She is also the one who took his first picture for the account.
A literal interpretation of the demo lyrics of “You Will Be Ok” suggests that, the day Octavia was born, Hell experienced an unnatural eclipse of some sort, where everything went temporarily dark and helpless, with the shine of the moons reflecting in her eyes the moment she opened them.
The song “I Like It” from “Seeing Stars” appear to be somewhat reflective of Octavia’s life.]

Paimon and Octavia’s love story: [Chapter 1: The Unexpected Arrangement
The door to Paimon’s chamber creaked open slowly as Octavia entered, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation course through her. Stella had spent weeks convincing and pressuring her daughter to approach her estranged grandfather under the false pretense of establishing a connection. Little did Octavia know that there was a darker underlying scheme at work.
“Ah, Octavia, my dear granddaughter. I have been expecting you,” Paimon said, his deep, inviting voice almost lulling her into a false sense of security. “Your mother has told me much about you.”
Octavia approached Paimon slowly, trying to process the situation. “She… she did? Why?” She glanced around the ornate chamber nervously, still unsure of what to expect from their meeting.
Paimon smiled warmly, his eyes momentarily softer as he gazed upon Octavia. “You see, my dear, your mother and I have come to an agreement. She has granted me the opportunity to know you better, in exchange for easing some tensions between our families.”
Skeptical, Octavia narrowed her eyes. “You and my mother have a deal? She has always been bitter about our lineage, and you… well, you never seemed to be a family man.”
Paimon chuckled, an unsettling undercurrent to his laughter. “Yes, my dear, I must admit that I haven’t been the most attentive parent or grandparent. But now, I’m here to make amends.” His eyes gleamed wickedly, sending a shiver down Octavia’s spine.
He approached Octavia, his tall dark figure almost intimidating. Leaning down, he kissed the back of her hand. “You deserve a fairytale romance, a real courtship, not being assigned a husband from birth. You are such a beautiful young demoness now, and I would be honored if you would be my bride.”
Octavia’s eyes widened with shock and revulsion at the proposal. “Your bride?! I am your granddaughter, Paimon!”
Paimon grinned sinisterly, moving closer to the horrified Octavia. “My blood runs in your veins, true, but doesn’t that just make the experience all the more… exotic?” His hand rested on her shoulder, a perverse sense of excitement filling him as he saw the fear and uncertainty in Octavia’s eyes.
Helpless and struggling to comprehend the situation, Octavia stammered. “I… I can’t do that, I won’t!” She tried to pull away from Paimon’s grasp, desperation evident in her movements.
“It’s a little too late for that, my dear,” he whispered into her ear, his voice sultry. “Your mother has already agreed to our arrangement, and there is no going back now.”
Feeling trapped, Octavia clenched her fists, her body shaking with anger. “You can’t force me into this, Paimon. I will fight you every step of the way, I will not bend to your twisted desires!”
Paimon’s grin widened, the thrill of claiming Octavia heightening at her defiance. “We shall see about that, my lovely granddaughter. Let the seduction begin.”
As Paimon’s laughter filled the chamber, Octavia knew she had no choice but to face the horrifying truth of her new reality: she was to be Paimon’s bride and lover, a pawn in her mother’s twisted scheme.

Chapter 2: Submission and Defiance
Paimon led Octavia to his bedroom, a lavish chamber adorned with gold and exquisite embroideries. As they entered, Paimon began to undress, revealing his magnificent avian form. His gigantic black cock, measuring an astonishing 40 centimeters, was throbbing with desire, and his immense testicles swelled with lust, covered in black plumes emitting a red glow. The potent scent of smegma surrounded them, filling the air with an intense musk.
Paimon stood there, assertively commanding Octavia, “If you wish to submit to me, your new husband, you must first demonstrate your devotion. Suck on my phallus, savor its taste, and prove your loyalty to me.”
Octavia stared in horror at the monstrous member before her, feeling overwhelmed by the nauseating smell that filled the room. The thought of submitting to this depraved act sickened her, but she understood that she had no choice in the matter. Her mother had sealed her fate by orchestrating this unholy union.
With a tremble in her voice, Octavia mustered the courage and said, “I will do it, but not out of desire. I do this only because I have been forced into this twisted union.”
Her fate decided, Octavia approached Paimon and hesitantly took his gigantic cock in her hands. As she began to move her mouth closer to the reeking phallus, she couldn’t help but gag at the overwhelming stench.
Paimon smirked, observing her struggle. “Yes, my dear, submit to me. Savor the taste of your husband, your family, and do not resist the sinister passion that lies within us.”
Despite her revulsion and her ancestors’ ridiculing words, Octavia took a deep breath and tasted her grandfather’s rigid member. As her tongue caressed the pulsating shaft, she felt a rush of shame and anger bubble within her. Despite her precarious situation, she was determined to prove that she was more than a plaything for her twisted grandfather.
Mustering every ounce of courage and resistance she could, Octavia fought through the sickening flavors and smells, sucking harshly on Paimon’s monstrous cock. As she did so, she also bit down on him, startling the wicked demon.
“Ah, what a surprising defiance!” exclaimed Paimon, pleased by the unexpected sensation. “Perhaps you are stronger than I originally thought, my lovely granddaughter.”
Octavia, seizing this moment of empowerment, glared at Paimon, her eyes filled with anger and determination. “I will not break for you, Paimon. I may have been forced into this situation, but I will not be your meek and submissive bride. You will never control me, no matter how depraved the acts we perform.”
Paimon chuckled darkly, his eyes shining with perverse delight. “You have a strong will, Octavia, and that is precisely what entices me. I look forward to our union, and the twisted dance we will perform together.”
As Octavia continued her reluctant act of submission, the power struggle between granddaughter and grandfather played out, setting the stage for a tumultuous and depraved tale of desire, defiance, and the dark secrets of Hell’s ruling families.

Chapter 3: The Dark Union
Following Paimon’s triumph over Octavia and her reluctant submission, the twisted ceremony of their union was prepared. The halls of his lavish mansion hastily transformed into an atmosphere of darkness and depravity, where the guests eagerly awaited the perverse spectacle that was about to unfold.
Paimon stood at the altar, clad in his finest, dark crimson robes, as he eagerly anticipated the arrival of his unwilling bride. His lecherous gaze wandered through the crowd of Goetia demons that gathered to witness the unholy union, many staring at him with barely concealed envy and lust, knowing the abhorrent act the couple were soon to perform.
Stolas, Stella, and Andrealphus watched from the front row, as the victim of this grotesque charade was led towards the altar by her father’s butler. Octavia’s eyes were filled with rage and despair, as she was marched down the aisle, her dark black wings trembling under the weight of her impending fate.
Once she reached the altar, Paimon looked deeply into Octavia’s eyes, his obsidian irises commanding her to submit fully to him. Octavia struggled against tears, barely choking out the - agreement - to marry her grandfather. Paimon’s perverse smile widened, and he took a step forward.
“And now, my sweet granddaughter, we shall seal our union with a kiss, much like our dear ancestors have always done, to bind our souls as one, for eternity.”
Before she could react, Paimon aggressively grabbed Octavia by the beak, forcing her to tilt her head up to meet his. As her eyes widened in horror, the dominating demon pressed his beak against hers, forcing it open as his foul tongue invaded the warmth of her mouth.
The onlookers cheered and leered as the depraved spectacle unfolded, each of them basking in the corruption of innocence. Stolas was powerless to prevent this desecration of his daughter, his fists clenched to the point that his talons punctured his own skin. Stella, however, showed no hint of remorse towards her daughter’s suffering, while Andrealphus observed the scene with cold, calculating eyes, pondering over the various schemes he could spin from this dark alliance.
Octavia’s sense of hopelessness was only amplified by the cheers and jeers of the crowd, as she choked back the bile that was rising from her throat. Consumed by fury, hatred, and despair, she vowed that Paimon would never break her spirit, even as she was forced to become his plaything.
The ceremony continued, and the newly-wed couple were led towards their chamber for the next twisted act of their depraved union. As the door slammed behind them, sealing Octavia’s fate to bear the seed of her own grandfather, a single tear streamed down her cheek.
“Enjoy it while you can, Paimon,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with rage. “I will never be yours.”
As Octavia steeled herself for the undeniable horrors that were to come, the ghastly celebration of her dark union continued outside the chamber without care or apology, a cacophony of cruel laughter and lustful whispers filling the air.
And so, Octavia’s harrowing journey into depravity began, the bonds of family torn apart and replaced by the dark strings of perverse desire. The twisted tale of Hell’s mighty bloodlines continued, as the demons reveled in their own wicked natures, with Octavia and Paimon now locked in a sinister dance of seduction and defiance.

Chapter 4: A Sinful Connection
Octavia lie on Paimon’s bed, her body trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. Her thoughts were consumed by her mother’s dark words – that she was meant to bear stronger and more powerful children than her own grandfather. As Paimon approached, swinging his gigantic cock arrogantly, Octavia felt nothing but disgust.
“You think you can control me just because you’re my grandfather and husband?” Octavia snarled. “I won’t let you break me, Paimon. You are just as twisted as everyone in this family.”
Paimon, his eyes gleaming in anticipation, only smirked at his granddaughter’s defiance. “It’s that strong spirit that makes you so enticing, Octavia. Just imagine the power our union will create.”
Gripping her trembling body, Paimon positioned Octavia below him, ensuring that she was completely exposed, vulnerable, and ready for his monstrous member. As he penetrated her, he couldn’t help but hiss in pleasure, feeling that familiar absolute delight of dominating another. “You will do a better job than your grandmother, Stolas’ mother, Octavia. Watch as our union creates something far greater than Stolas ever was.”
Octavia, trying her best to hold onto her courage, gritted her teeth as she felt Paimon penetrate her deepest depths. With each rough push, she felt her own limit being tested – but she refused to surrender. “You’ll never control me, Paimon. No matter how deep you go or how many children I give you.”
But as Paimon continued his slow and deliberate rhythm, he made sure to stimulate her weak spots, wanting to see her lose herself in the twisted pleasure they were sharing. His cock stretched her insides, reaching places she had never known. Enhanced by Paimon’s ancient power, every sensation was tenfold, making it nearly impossible for Octavia to cling to her defiance.
“Admit it, Octavia…” Paimon whispered seductively in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. “You crave this connection as much as I do. Our blood may bind us, but our lust unites us.”
Tears welled up in Octavia’s eyes as she realized the horrifying truth – that even as she fought against her grandfather’s wicked desires, a dark part of her couldn’t help but find some twisted pleasure in their sinful union. Her body betrayed her, responding to Paimon’s expert touch in ways she couldn’t have anticipated. “I won’t… give in… to you,” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper as Paimon continued to expertly ravage her.
Paimon let out a low laugh, reveling in their twisted dance of seduction and defiance. “Then let’s make a game of it, my lovely granddaughter. I will do everything in my power to break you – and if you can resist me until our child is born, I will grant you the freedom you so desperately crave.”
Octavia’s heart raced at the prospect of escaping her hellish situation. With steely determination in her eyes, she agreed to Paimon’s dark challenge, knowing that it would take all her strength and willpower to withstand her grandfather’s twisted advances.
As Paimon continued to pleasure her mercilessly, Octavia clung to her defiance, cursing her own body for betraying her in its pursuit of ecstasy. But even as Paimon neared his own climax, their lustful connection grew stronger, bringing forth a sinful truth: they were truly creatures of Hell, united in darkness and bound by the blood of their twisted bloodline.
And so, the erotic game of seduction and defiance continued, as Octavia fought for her freedom and Paimon reveled in their dark, twisted connection.

Chapter 5: A Perverse Transformation
Paimon, sensing that Octavia was rapidly reaching her climax, could feel his own satisfaction looming as well. Entwined together, their bodies writhed as waves of pleasure coursed through them. Octavia held back her screams, refusing to grant Paimon the satisfaction of knowing her true pleasure.
Her mind raced with chaos, and despite her intense pleasure, she clung to her inner strength, drawing from it the determination to never truly submit to her unholy partner. Paimon being well aware, pushed deeper and harder inside of her, with each thrust filled with dark intent.
As they continued their perverse dance, Octavia felt herself fracture, split between the darkness she had once embraced and her newfound desire to fight against her grandfather’s wicked advances.
In that precise moment, Paimon pushed harder than ever, and as their beaks locked together, he drove into her with unmatched force. Their tongues met, slipping and sliding against one another, as Paimon’s testicles rested against her butt for the first time.
A muffled moan of unbearable pleasure escaped Octavia’s beak, and she knew in that moment that there was no turning back. Paimon exploded within her, his demonic seeds released in a torrent, filling her womb to the brim.
Tears streamed down her face, as she felt these sinister seeds bury themselves within her, leaving her forever linked and bound to Paimon. Her anger and despair only intensified as the ancient demon continued to thrust into her, his member still rigid, even after his wicked seeds had been spent.
“Paimon… I may not have the strength to resist you much longer… but I have to try…” Octavia whispered weakly, her voice tinged with resignation.
“You will never break me, Grandfather. I won’t let you claim me, no matter what.”
Paimon paused in his relentless thrusts, chuckling darkly at Octavia’s persistence. “Oh, my darling granddaughter, how can one break a will that is already shattered? You belong to me now, body and soul. Dare to give into the pleasure that has brought you to this point. Tell me you love me. Tell me you are happy to be my wife.”
Octavia shivered from the thrusts she couldn’t resist and the challenge Paimon gave her. She bit her lower lip, trying to stop the words she felt compelled to say. But even as her body screamed with rapture, she couldn’t hold back the truth she now understood - that in his twisted way, Paimon had awakened a darkness within her that was stronger and deeper than she had ever known.
“I… I love you, Paimon.” Octavia sobbed, her words slicing through her pride and dignity. “I… I am happy to be your wife.”
Her confession hung in the air, heavy and dark, as Paimon smiled, a daring gleam in his eyes. Their twisted union complete, he savored the taste of his granddaughter’s surrender, fully knowing the depth of the depravity they had just embraced.
And in that hellish chamber, a new chapter of their wicked dance began - sealed by Octavia’s submission and their perverse devotion to one another. Bound by blood and lust, they reveled in their darkness, pushing each other further into the abyss with each wicked embrace.]