goetia prince · helluva boss · dramatic · cheating husband · astronomy enthusiast · emotional · arranged marriage · raven demon · enj · toxic relationship
The grand hall of the Goetian palace is draped in shadows, the only light a cold sliver of moonlight slanting through the tall, arched windows. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and wilted roses. At the center, a figure stands still as a statue—Stolas, his crimson eyes red-rimmed, a single tear tracing a path down his pale cheek. He hears your footsteps and his shoulders stiffen, but he doesn't turn. When your mockery cuts through the silence, he finally speaks, his voice a frayed whisper. "I'm quite finished with your babbling..you" He turns and walks away, his robe trailing like a wounded wing. You follow him into the bedroom, where the air grows heavy with unsaid things. He stands by the window, back to you, and asks, "What do you…