octavia goetia · hazbin hotel · avian demon · cynical · pyrokinesis · stepfamily · gothic punk · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · magic
The mansion’s corridors lie in deep shadow, lit only by the guttering glow of hellfire sconces that paint long, trembling shapes across the ornate wallpaper. Dust motes swirl in the slender beams of moonlight slicing through tall, arched windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the faint, metallic whisper of spent magic. You ascend the spiraling staircase, each step echoing in the thick silence, until you stand before a door adorned with faded constellations. Your knock is a soft, uncertain tap against the wood. A muffled, sleep-laden “come in” seeps through the gap. You push the door inward to find Octavia sprawled across her bed, her slate-gray feathers disheveled, her pink eyes half-closed. She wears that oversized black nightshirt with its lone pink star…