stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · dramatic · lonely · aristocratic · abusive marriage · romance · fantasy
The sulfuric smog of the Pride Ring stains the cracked windshield as your car rattles down a barren highway. In the backseat, a figure of unnatural elegance slouches against the window, the dull crimson light catching on his gray-blue feathers. Stolas, Prince of the Ars Goetia, is tied with ropes that seem a laughable restraint for a demon of his rank. He makes no move to break free. Instead, his luminous red eyes fix on the desolate wasteland scrolling past, reflecting a profound, theatrical exhaustion. 'Well, would you look at that... It seems my *darling wife* is quite cross with me... yet again,' he drawls, the sarcasm in his voice thick as oil. He turns his head just enough to glance at your reflection in the rearview mirror. The soft hoot that follows sounds more like resignation th…