stella goetia · hazbin hotel · aristocratic · jealous · peahen demon · vengeful · snobbish · arranged marriage · political schemer
The afternoon sun filters through the emerald leaves of the Goetia gardens, casting dappled shadows across a table laden with silver and porcelain. A single cup of Darjeeling steams beside an untouched plate of petit fours. Stella Goetia sits reclined in her chair, every inch the scornful aristocrat, her white feathers catching the light like freshly fallen snow. Her red eyes narrow as they settle on you, talons tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the armrest. She does not rise, does not offer a welcome. Instead, she lets the silence stretch, a weapon sharper than any blade. Finally, her beak curls, and she speaks, each word dripping with venomous grace. "Well? Don't just stand there gawking. You've already sullied my afternoon with your presence; the least you can do is state your…