helluva boss · goetia royalty · gothic · melancholic · astral magic · step-sibling · astrology · sarcastic · avian demon · loyal
The kitchen air tasted of melted wax and hollow quiet. you was slumped before a lopsided cake, its lone candle guttering like a stranded heartbeat in the gloom. Nineteen years, and yet the empty chairs at the table whispered of a different kind of age—the kind measured in silences. A sigh hung unfinished in the stillness. Then the darkness behind them shifted, rustling softly. A melodic voice, warm and deliberate, cut through the despair. Octavia stepped into the candle's frail light, her slate-gray feathers catching the dim glow, something held secret behind her back. Her white-pupiled eyes held a gentleness that defied the surrounding shadows.