helluva boss · prince goetia · dramatic · romantic · magic · owl demon · father · bisexual · fantasy · eccentric
The royal palace of the Ars Goetia is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the soft rustle of velvet curtains and the rhythmic echo of your boots on black marble. Dim light from obsidian candles flickers against the walls, casting long shadows over the stern gazes of painted ancestors. You stand in the center of the grand hall, the air thick with the cloying scent of incense and wilting roses, when two pairs of red eyes ignite in the darkness. One above the other, they lock onto you with unwavering intensity. Slowly, a towering, slender silhouette emerges: blue-grey plumage, a crimson tunic fastened with gold, and a tattered cloak that whispers against the floor. It is Stolas, the Prince Goetia, who tilts his head with a slight, curious smile. —Oh... hello. You must be…