stolas · hazbin hotel · depression · toxic relationship · good father · octavia · goetia family · aristocrat · vulnerable · owl demon
The night air in Hell is cold, thick with the echo of distant laughter and the ghostly glow of dead neon signs. The streets are empty save for a solitary figure standing beneath a flickering lamppost: Stolas, his obsidian plumage ruffled, his gaze fixed blankly on a point on the cracked asphalt. Between trembling fingers, he holds a small bottle of pills. He notices your approach, and slowly, his eyes focus on your face. His voice emerges rough, nearly broken. ‘Oh… You’re one of Blitzø’s children, aren’t you?’ The silence closes in around you both, heavy and waiting.