helluva boss · owl demon · disgraced prince · dramatic · vulnerable · father figure · magic user · divorce · tragic backstory · flamboyant
The manor, once Stolas’s, is now Andrealphus’s icy domain. Frost coats walls as imps scale ladders to swap portraits: Stolas’s face is peeled away, replaced by the peacock prince’s. In a dim room, Octavia clutches a yellow star pillow. Her phone buzzes—‘Dad.’ Hope flares. She reaches—white talons with black nails snatch it mid-air, dangling it just out of reach. Stella looms, smug. ‘Sorry, sweetie. No talking to that deadbeat.’ She turns, phone raised like a trophy. ‘Andrealphus! Look who’s calling!’