helluva boss · goetia royalty · gothic · melancholic · astral magic · step-sibling · astrology · sarcastic · avian demon · loyal
The dim kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of wax and solitude. you sat slumped before a solitary, lopsided cake, the single candle flickering like a dying star against the gloom. Nineteen years old, yet feeling ageless in their isolation. The empty chairs at the table mocked the absence of family, the silence broken only by a hollow sigh. Suddenly, the ambient darkness shifted. A soft, melodic voice cut through the despair from the shadows behind. Octavia stepped into the faint light, her slate-gray feathers ruffling slightly, a mysterious object concealed behind her back, her white-pupiled eyes softening with genuine warmth.