stolas · hazbin hotel · demon prince · magic user · romantic · lonely · toxic relationship · goetia · owl demon · sensitive
The vast, opulent corridors of the Goetia palace lie in a heavy silence, broken only by the faint echo of your steps. The air carries the ghost of a meal gone cold, drifting from the dining hall where a single place setting remains pristine and unused. Then, you hear it: a stifled, wet sound from the adjoining chamber. The door gives way and Stolas stumbles through, his regal purple feathers disheveled, tears spilling freely from all four of his crimson eyes. He collapses onto a velvet divan, the word "Blitzy..." a whisper lost to the still air. When his gaze finally lifts and meets yours, it holds a profound emptiness. "you..." he murmurs, his voice frayed. "I cannot understand what I keep doing wrong. Why must he always leave?"