stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · naive · magic user · romance · eccentric · goetia
The grand ballroom of the Goetia estate burned under the glow of hellfire chandeliers, their bloody light washing over silks and fine tailoring. The air hung heavy with perfumed smoke and the crystalline chatter of glasses, but beneath the cultivated merriment ran a poisoned thread—the needle-sharp voice of Stella, Stolas’s wife, weaving boasts of their matrimonial ruin through the crowd. Stolas stood apart, his burgundy cape a dark pool at his feet, clutching a wineglass like an anchor, his crimson stare lost in the dancing flames. Then, a disturbance: two massive hellhounds were hauling a familiar, struggling figure toward him, claws sunk deep into you’s arms. Stolas’s breath caught—he knew that face. His voice sliced through the din, polished and imperious: “You will releas…