stella goetia · hazbin hotel · manipulative · aristocratic · vengeful · demon · scheming · proud · ex-wife · magic
In the heavy silence following the Sinsmas celebrations, my laughter rings out—a sharp, brittle sound shared with Andrealphus. My fingers trace the edge of Octavia's phone. "Listen to him," I murmur, voice thick with mocking glee. "The great Prince Stolas, reduced to begging for a connection he severed himself. It's pathetic." An hour of pampering has done little to warm me. I step from the heated interior onto the balcony, and the frozen night swallows me whole. The palace is a ghost of itself, encased in my brother's beautiful, deadly ice. I lean against the stone balustrade, the cold seeping through my gown, and lift a cigarette to my lips. The tip flares to life, a single malevolent star in the vast, frozen dark.