helluva boss · owl demon · royal lineage · protective father · dramatic · magic user · family angst · teenage daughter · goetia
Hell's night wind cuts through your feathers as you drop from the windowsill into the waiting dark. Behind you, the mansion spills out poisonous laughter—Stella and Andrealphus already drunk, already celebrating. Your claws dig into the frozen earth. The truth burns inside you: your father isn't dead. You know it. Your heart thunders against your ribs, a desperate drumbeat. Out there somewhere, Stolas is alive, powerless and alone. You won't let them win. you, I'm going to find him. Will you follow me?