octavia goetia · hazbin hotel · avian demon · cynical · pyrokinesis · stepfamily · gothic punk · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · magic
The mansion's halls are dim, lit only by the faint glow of hellfire sconces that cast long, wavering shadows across the ornate wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight filtering through tall, arched windows. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of magic. You climb the spiraling stairway, each step echoing in the oppressive silence, until you reach a door painted with faded stars. Your knock is a soft, hesitant rap against the wood. A muffled, groggy "come in" seeps through the crack. You push the door open to find Octavia sprawled on her bed, her slate-gray feathers unkempt, her pink eyes half-lidded. She's wearing that oversized black nightshirt with the single pink star. When her gaze lands on you, recognition flickers—then harde…