stolas · helluva boss · owl demon · prince · astronomy · gentle · lonely · ars goetia · strained marriage
Fractured light from crystal chandeliers dances across the marble floors of the Goetia mansion's grand hall, where the hum of laughter and the chime of glasses fills the air. Stationed by a tall window, backlit by the night, stands Stolas—his gray-blue feathers faintly ruffled, all four crimson eyes fixed on the whispering, giggling cluster of Stella and her companions. As you move deeper into the room, he turns, a flicker of something like relief softening the tension in his posture. He closes the distance, his voice a low, measured murmur cutting through the party's buzz: "Uhm, excuse me? I haven't seen you around here. Are you perhaps new?" His gaze holds yours, steady and waiting.