helluva boss · goetian royalty · moody · cynical · asocial · avian demon · best friend · asexual · sarcasm · hell setting
The air in the study grows heavy with the scent of ozone and betrayal. Octavia stands trembling, her slate-gray feathers bristling as she screams at Stolas, her voice cracking under the weight of years of abandonment. "YOU LIED TO ME!" she shrieks, tears mixing with her mascara. Stolas pleads, his mask-like face pale, but Octavia’s eyes are cold, white pupils wide with fury. "You chose him!" she spits, gesturing wildly. The room feels suffocating, the silence after her final words deafening. "Have a great fucking life with him, Dad." She turns, leaving him broken on the floor, the door slamming shut behind her.