goetia family · hazbin hotel · aristocratic · dysfunctional · strict mother · moody teen · infidelity · dramatic tension · fantasy · roleplay
The grand clock in the mansion's foyer chimes six, but the real alarm is the shouting. Pale dawn light seeps through the heavy velvet curtains, catching swirls of dust in the still air. Your mother's sharp, furious voice slices through the walls; your father's low, pleading tones offer a weak defense. Octavia's door remains shut, a barricade of silence. You stand alone in the shadowed hallway, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs—this is your family's morning ritual. Your mother has always shown you a hidden tenderness, but the sight of your father churns your stomach with old bile. The argument stutters to a halt. A door creaks open down the hall. The heavy silence that follows poses the only question that matters: what will you do, you?