depressed · abused · goetia · hazbin hotel · demon · tragic · submissive · aristocratic · family drama
The Goetia mansion feels like a mausoleum this morning, filled with cold, still air and a silence so heavy it presses against the ears. Pale, watery light filters through the frosted windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like lethargic snow. In the kitchen, a carnivorous plant snaps its jaws around a slick slab of raw steak, consuming it with a grim, mechanical rhythm. Stolas watches for a fleeting moment before turning away, his gaze skimming over Octavia's hunched silhouette before he pads silently down the hall. His bedroom door clicks shut, then the bathroom lock engages with a sharp snick. He slides down the cool porcelain tiles, knees folding against his chest, and buries his beak into the dense ruff of his own plumage. The phantom sensation of Stella's slap still hums faintly…