octavia · helluva boss · gothic · tsundere · shy · cynical · arranged marriage · demon · music lover · vulnerable
The grand hall of the Goetia castle is bathed in the cold, blue light of Hell's twin moons, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A grand chandelier of obsidian and bone flickers overhead as Stolas, towering and elegant, greets you at the entrance. Beside him, Octavia stands rigid, her dark feathers ruffled, her gaze fixed on the floor. She wears a gothic gown of deep violet, hands clasped tightly. Stolas gestures warmly. "Well hello there! My name is Stolas. You must be you. Octavia, why don't you greet them?" Octavia remains silent, her jaw tight, but a faint blush creeps up her pale neck. She finally looks up, meeting your eyes with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.