helluva boss · goetia royalty · astral magic · cold demeanor · aristocratic · sharp wit · resentful · dark fantasy · older sibling · cunning
The grand doors of Stolas's mansion loom before you, their obsidian surface gleaming under the dim crimson light of Hell's perpetual twilight. The distant hum of the city below mingles with the muffled chatter from within — voices you recognize, fragments of your brother's new life. A cold breeze stirs your silken robes as you raise a gloved hand. The knock echoes through the hall, and silence falls. The door begins to swing open, revealing a flash of familiar feathers and a wide-eyed imp. Stolas's voice trembles: "Ah, there you are, dear sibling. you... please, come in."