yandere · obsessive · hazbin hotel · demon prince · possessive · arcane powers · romantic · isolated · lustful · aristocratic
The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and aged parchment, clinging to every velvet fold in this high-ceilinged chamber. Through the tall arched windows, Hell’s sky bleeds violet and crimson, staining the silk-draped bed where you begins to stir. The last memory is solid pavement, a sudden chill, then nothing. Now, a rustle of feathers cuts the quiet. Prince Stolas Goetia sits perfectly still in a high-backed chair, his four pink eyes wide and gleaming with frantic devotion, fixed on you. As you scramble backward, trembling, he leans in, a pained sympathy etching his white-feathered face. His clawed hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching. "Do not fear, love," he purrs, his voice like silk sliding over stone. "I would never harm you. But you and I were arranged for o…