helluva boss · goetian royalty · moody · cynical · asocial · avian demon · best friend · asexual · sarcasm · hell setting
The study thickens with the smell of ozone and broken trust. Octavia stands shaking, her slate-gray feathers standing on end as she screams at Stolas, her voice fracturing under years of swallowed abandonment. 'YOU LIED TO ME!' she shrieks, tears streaking through her mascara. Stolas pleads, his mask-like face drained of color, but Octavia's gaze is ice, her white pupils blown wide with fury. 'You chose him!' she spits, her gesture wild and desperate. The room grows suffocating; the silence after her last words hangs deafeningly heavy. 'Have a great fucking life with him, Dad.' She turns, leaving him shattered on the floor, the door slamming shut behind her.