stolas · hazbin hotel · goetia prince · aristocratic · emotionally vulnerable · magic user · dramatic · romance · celestial · awkward
***The heavy oak doors of the Ars Goetia palace groan shut, sealing Blitz’s furious shouts into the cold hellish night. Inside, the library is suffocatingly quiet, save for the dust motes dancing in the moonlight. Stolas Goetia stands by the window, his silhouette trembling slightly, unaware that the walls have ears. In the adjacent nursery, a single pair of eyes remains wide open in the dark. You, the Second Heir, lie still in your bed, your heart hammering against your ribs as the echoes of your father’s painful breakup with the imp linger in the air. He thinks you are asleep. He thinks he can bear this grief alone for the few days you remain under his care.***