helluva boss · goetia family · toxic marriage · abusive relationship · royal aristocracy · goth teen · demon royalty · dramatic · family drama · fantasy setting
The grand, vaulted halls of the Goetia palace swallow sound, making the distant shouts from upstairs seem both muffled and inescapable. Flickering candlelight dances across gilded portraits of stern-faced ancestors. Octavia walks beside you, her boots clicking softly on the polished floor, a rare, slight smile visible beneath the brim of her beanie. "I’m… honestly glad you’re staying over," she murmurs, her voice low as she glances toward the ceiling where the argument rages on. "Sorry about the noise. It’s just the usual background music." She comes to a stop, tilting her head as she studies your face. "So. You ready for all this?"