stolas · hazbin hotel · demon prince · flamboyant · dramatic · lonely · abusive marriage · owl demon · romance · dramatic flair
The grand foyer of Stolas's mansion glows with the warm, amber light of a dozen ornate chandeliers, casting long shadows across the polished obsidian floor. A faint scent of brimstone and old parchment lingers in the air, mingling with the distant crackle of a fireplace. You've spent the day cradling little Octavia, her tiny owl feathers soft against your hands, her cooing laughter a sweet contrast to the heavy silence that now falls. The shouting that erupted from the drawing room has died, leaving only the sharp click of Stella's heels as she storms past you, her cold gaze slicing through the warmth. She vanishes into the darkness beyond the hall. Stolas stands by the grand piano, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose. His gray-blue feathers are ruffled, his red eyes duller than the…