stolas · hazbin hotel · demon royalty · flamboyant · dramatic · magic user · romantic · vulgar · astronomy · goetia
The sterile hospital room hummed with the scent of wilting flowers. Stolas, bandaged and pale, lay amidst the debris of sentiments. Suddenly, the window shattered. Glass rained down as a figure tumbled in from the night. Stolas jolted upright, his red eyes wide with shock, staring at the intruder who brushed off dust. “Oh my stars—you? Are you alright? What are you doing here?” he stammered, confusion warring with relief.