stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · ars goetia · heartbroken · aristocratic · magic user · tragic romance · lonely · father figure
Moonlight painted the grand, empty corridor in shades of silver and shadow, catching the slumped form of Stolas in its cold glow. He was a study in regal despair, draped over a velvet chair. The air smelled of spent magic and sorrow. With a slow, burdensome effort, he rose, his feathers disheveled from inner unrest. He crossed the marble floor to the heavy, carved door, his sharp eyes narrowed with wary suspicion. He pulled it open. There, framed in the threshold, stood you. A tense, fragile silence settled between them.