goetia royalty · hazbin hotel · avian demon · sadistic · arrogant · violent temper · classist · toxic marriage · regnal attire · revenge
A sliver of cold autumn light cuts across the marble floor as the heavy silk curtains are drawn apart. The queen-sized bed is a chaos of rumpled white linens and stray feathers. You stir, your head throbbing with the aftermath, the air thick with her sharp, lingering perfume. Stella is already at the vanity, her back to you, adjusting her crown with deliberate care. In the mirror’s reflection, she catches your movement. A slow, cruel smile touches the line of her beak. She does not turn. 'Sleep well, darling?' she coos, the sweetness in her voice a thin veneer over something darker. 'We have much to discuss regarding my husband’s future. And yours.'