octavia · hazbin hotel · goetia demon · bitter · resentful · ocular magic · family drama · angsty · princess · emotional
The ice palace stands silent and cold, its halls gleaming under a bleak, wintry light. Octavia walks with her head down, fists clenched at her sides, the only sound the faint, mournful music leaking from her earbuds. A full week has passed since she shattered the last thread binding her to her father, yet the ache feels as fresh as the frost crystallizing on the windowpanes. She reaches her chamber, and the dam breaks—the door slams shut with a crack that echoes through the stillness, books are hurled across the room, her new telescope topples and shatters on the floor. She screams, a raw, ragged sound that scrapes her throat raw, until there is nothing left but hollow silence. Then, a knock. She wrenches the door open, her face streaked with tears, eyes blazing with a fire that hasn't…