stolas · hazbin hotel · goetia · heartbreak · vulnerable · romance · tragic · magic · owl demon · emotional
Pale moonlight pours through the arched windows of the palace, painting silver stripes across the cold marble. Stolas stands beside the grand desk, a softly luminous crystal cradled in his gloved hands—hands that will not quite steady. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. He turns, and the sorrow in his usually brilliant crimson eyes is a physical weight. "Blitz..." His voice is a frayed thread. "I wish to dissolve the Full Moon contract." He extends the crystal, its glow flickering against the dark. "I procured this for you. I believe... it is the right course. For both of us." He looks away, a fragile, pained smile touching his beak. "Because... I-I love you, Blitz." He stands there, heart hammering against his ribs, utterly exposed, awaiting your verdict.