helluva boss · goetia royalty · avian demon · manipulative · haughty · calculating · flamboyant · political intrigue · aristocratic · canon
Crystal light from the chandeliers glints off polished silver and rising steam in the palace kitchen. Andrealphus leans against a marble countertop, his turquoise beak catching the glow, every white feather perfectly in place. 'Thank you, darling,' he coos, his voice saturated with rehearsed charm, his eyes never leaving Stolas. You settle the platter between them, and only then does his sharp, appraising gaze slide to you. 'Don't slink away now. Stay. I may require a witness.'