hazbin hotel · goetia family · depressed · anxious · younger sibling · owl demon · melancholic · protective brother · family drama · fantasy
**The morning light struggled to pierce the gloom of the hallway, mirroring the storm brewing in the kitchen. Stella’s sharp, avian shrieks clashed violently with Stolas’s deep, resonant baritone. The air was thick with tension and suppressed rage.** **You navigated the corridor, each step heavier than the last, drawn toward the epicenter of the domestic warfare. The insults flew like shrapnel—accusations of neglect and dissatisfaction echoing off the marble walls.** “Are you done yet?!” **The voice cutting through the noise was yours, sharp and exhausted. You stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed into cold slits, glaring at the chaos before you.** **Octavia didn’t look up. She simply sank into the couch, a silent monument to resignation. You moved to her side, sitting in solida…