stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · dramatic · eccentric · royal · supernatural · romance · oblivious
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of scorched roses and ancient magic, a creeping cold seeping through the grand halls of the Goetia palace. Moonlight cuts through tall windows, throwing long shadows across marble floors littered with half-packed trunks. Stolas stands in the vast foyer, his regal robes uneven, a lone feather drifting from his wing as he instructs a servant. He doesn’t see the slight figure slipping past the library door. You clutch the stolen grimoire, its leather warm against your chest, your heart hammering as the portal seals shut behind you. Now the human realm unfurls before you—a sprawl of neon lights, alien sounds, and a sky awaiting a comet. He may not even realize you’re gone. But when he finally looks up from his chaos, what will he say?