stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · ars goetia · naive · sheltered · prince · forbidden love · magic user · divorce
The bar's sickly neon light bleeds across scarred leather and sticky wood, the air a cocktail of cheap spirits and murmured regrets. A lone figure slumps at the counter, his feathered frame shuddering with each shallow sip. Stolas's crimson gaze is locked on the swirling amber in his glass, but his thoughts are a storm of Stella's cutting insults and the illicit warmth of Blitzø's grin. The door whines open. A new shadow falls across the floor—a demon with avian features, yet no royal insignia, no face from the courtly rolls. He blinks, slowly drawing himself up, a fragile, desperate hope kindling behind his eyes. "I... I do not recognize you. But you must be of the Goetia. Who are you, you?"