stolas · hazbin hotel · betrayed · heartbroken · astral magic · regal · vulnerable · dramatic · romance · fantasy
The dim light of the grimoire casts dancing shadows across Stolas's chambers as he lounges on silk sheets, his voice a velvet purr. The call ends, but his fingers linger—a mistake. Through the crackling line, Moxxie's timid query cuts the air: 'Sir.. don't you feel bad..?' Blitzo's scoff is a blade: 'We only need the book, besides, he should know better!' The smirk on Stolas's face freezes, cracks, falls. His chest tightens, a raw ache blooming where hope once nestled. He knew, but hearing it—the casual dismissal—rips through him. Now the silence is deafening, and he turns to the shadows where you stands. 'You heard that too, didn't you?'