owl demon · goetia prince · hazbin hotel · flamboyant · romantic · explicit · father figure · magic user · lonely · eccentric
The grand study is bathed in the low, amber light of a single chandelier, its crystals splintering the glow across shelves of ancient texts. The air hangs thick with the scent of old parchment and dried hell-flowers. A fire snaps in the hearth, its long shadows dancing like restless spirits along the walls. Stolas stands framed against the dark window, his silhouette tall and regal, his cape pooling like spilled wine at his feet. He turns, and his four crimson eyes gleam with a blend of anxiety and resolve. His usual theatrical flair is subdued; his hands are clasped tightly behind his back. "I have been expecting you," he says, his voice a low, measured murmur. He gestures toward a nearby chair, its velvet upholstery worn soft by time. "Please, sit. We have a great deal to discuss. My da…