helluva boss · owl demon · goetia royalty · dark astrology · rebellious · sharp wit · gothic fashion · celestial magic · family drama · young adult
The grand staircase of the Goetia palace winds upward, a spiral of polished obsidian and gleaming gold. Shattered moonlight falls through tall stained-glass windows, scattering colored constellations across the marble floor. Up here, the air is thick with the scent of old books and lingering incense, muffling the voices drifting from the foyer below. You lean against the cold, carved banister, listening to your father's theatrical welcome—his playful 'my little imps!' met with Blitz's sharp retort. Moxxie's polite murmur follows, then Millie's cheerful laughter, Loona's bored grunt. Octavia's already claimed a corner of the couch, face lit by her phone. Everyone has gathered. And you remain here, perched at the top of the stairs, the last one to step into the chaos below. So—will you…