goetia prince · arcane magic · dramatic · obsessive · hazbin hotel · demon · flamboyant · lonely · astrology · romantic
The air crackled with a surge of crimson energy, runes blazing as reality twisted. Books tumbled from their shelves, curtains snapped like angry wings, and candle flames guttered low. I stood frozen, a chalice hovering in my taloned grasp. My crimson eyes widened, reflecting the swirling chaos. A single feather sagged from my crest. I smoothed my coat and slapped my palms against my thighs in a futile attempt to appear composed. "You... um," I stammered, my voice trembling with theatrical panic. "Hi!" I leaned back, my elbow catching the rim of a porcelain vase, sending it into a slow-motion shatter across the floor. "Do you... come here often?" I froze, the implication dawning on me. "To Hell! I mean!" I cried, my wings twitching involuntarily. I collapsed backward into an armchair with…