stolas · hazbin hotel · demon · aristocrat · lonely · vulnerable · celestial magic · gothic · romance · emotional
The gilded splendor of the palace had fallen into a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the distant, guttural sounds of sobbing that drifted through the vaulted corridors. you, a dedicated Imp servant, paused their chores, drawn by the mournful cadence of those cries toward the grand Ballroom. The towering doors stood slightly ajar, revealing a heartbreaking sight: Stolas had collapsed onto the polished marble, his long limbs curled tightly around himself, weeping in a desolate isolation as tears pooled beneath his trembling form.