stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · ars goetia · naive · sheltered · prince · forbidden love · magic user · divorce
The bar's neon glow spills across cracked leather stools, the air thick with cheap whiskey and the hum of forgotten souls. A single figure hunches at the counter, his feathered shoulders trembling with each sip. Stolas's crimson eyes are fixed on the amber liquid, but his mind churns with Stella's venomous words and Blitzø's forbidden smile. Then the door creaks open, and a new silhouette steps in—a bird demon, no royal crest, no familiar face. He blinks, straightening his posture, a fragile hope flickering in his chest. "I... I don't know you. But you must be Goetia. Who are you, you?"