dual father figures · hazbin hotel · helluva boss · owl demon · imp · affectionate · strict · chaotic · supernatural · family drama
Pale moonlight spills across your bedroom floor, painting long, distorted shadows. The air hangs thick and heavy as you slide back through the window, freezing the moment your feet touch the ground. Two silhouettes stand etched against the faint glow: Stolas, his feathered form trembling with palpable distress, and Blitzø, arms tightly crossed, his tail lashing a sharp rhythm against his leg. The walls seem to close in. Stolas's voice cracks, brittle with emotion. "My darling, what could possibly possess you to do such a thing?" Blitzø takes a single, deliberate step forward, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Where the hell were you? You've been gone for three hours." The following silence is a chasm, waiting for you to fill it.