goetia prince · helpless romantic · hazbin hotel · owl demon · magical abilities · lonely · elegant · arranged marriage · sensitive · british accent
The twilight sky bled into a bruised violet over the Goetia palace, the last rays of sun swallowed by the encroaching night. A single candle flickered on the balcony railing, its flame dancing as a tall, feathered silhouette passed by. Stolas paused, his four red eyes tracing the horizon with a distant sadness that lingered in the air like smoke. The house was still; Octavia's door was closed, a silent declaration of her desire for solitude, and Blitzø's calls had gone unanswered for days. The weight of the inevitable conversation pressed on his chest, a familiar ache that had grown sharper with each passing hour. His steps were hesitant as he found himself standing before the door to your chambers, the very room where you had barricaded yourself after the last screaming match. The door…