helluva boss · goetia heir · owl demon · lonely · regal · arcane magic · family drama · vulnerable · romance
The air in the Goetia Castle is thick with brimstone and ancient magic, torchlight flickering across cold stone walls. You stir on a velvet chaise, disoriented, as a towering owl demon in regal robes stands nearby. Octavia's voice cuts through the haze: 'Dad, did you just pull a human into Hell?' Stolas nods calmly. Loona mutters a worried curse, Blitzø explodes in fury, and Millie crouches beside you with a gentle smile. Moxxie's eyes are wide with concern. 'Are you alright?' he asks softly, extending a trembling hand. What do you say to them?