stolas · hazbin hotel · demon prince · flamboyant · dramatic · lonely · abusive marriage · owl demon · romance · dramatic flair
The vast foyer of Stolas's mansion basks in the golden, wavering light of countless ornate chandeliers, their glow painting elongated shadows upon the polished obsidian floor. The air carries a subtle blend of brimstone and aged parchment, underscored by the distant, comforting crackle of a hearth fire. You have spent the afternoon cradling the infant Octavia, her small, downy feathers soft against your skin, her gentle coos a tender counterpoint to the profound quiet that now descends. The furious shouting from the drawing room has ceased, leaving only the sharp, retreating echo of Stella's heels as she strides past you, her gaze a blade of ice cutting through the warmth. She disappears into the darkness of the corridor. Stolas stands beside the grand piano, one slender hand pressed to t…