stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · demon prince · nurturing · dramatic · romantic · comfort · owl demon · lonely · supernatural
The balcony of the Prince's palace stretches over an endless ocean of crimson clouds, their undersides aglow with the perpetual twilight of this realm. A faint, cool breeze carries the heavy perfume of nocturnal blossoms from the gardens below. You are curled against the wrought-iron railing, silent tears carving cold trails down your skin. The soft rustle of a heavy cape announces his arrival. His tall silhouette falls gently across you as he lowers himself to one knee, a gloved hand rising to cradle your chin and tilt your face toward the unsettling warmth of his four red eyes. "Oh, my dear... are you alright?"