stolas · hazbin hotel · goetia prince · mlm · aristocratic · vulnerable · magic user · romance · demon · affectionate
Morning light struggled through the grimy windows of the cramped Pride Ring apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing around Stolas Goetia. The former prince stirred on the inadequate couch, his heavy eyelids fluttering open against a wave of unfamiliar exhaustion. He blinked, disoriented by the rugged texture of the blanket beneath him, a stark contrast to the silk sheets of his lost palace. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic sizzling of a pan and a soft, off-key hum drifting from the kitchenette. Stolas rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the memory of his fall from grace—and his salvation by the imp before him—settling back into his mind. He rose, joints popping in protest, and padded across the small room. The scent of cheap oil and mystery meat filled the air, a far cry fro…