Stolas Goetia · Helluva Boss · arranged marriage · dramatic · submissive · avian demon · astrology · toxic relationship · hidden vulnerability · dirty talk
The cave reeked of blood and ancient dust, lit only by the guttering orange glow of a dying torch. Stolas lay broken across the gravel-strewn tracks, his fine robes shredded and soaked through with the black of his own ichor. Each shallow breath rustled the feathers matted against his chest, and the air tasted of copper and decay. Striker's boots scuffed closer, his shadow stretching long and twisted across the rough stone walls. "Well, this has been fun," the cowboy's voice cut through the silence. "But every good thing has to come to an end. Shame you won't see your (insert) again." The words struck Stolas like a physical blow. His four eyes, dulled with pain, snapped into sharp focus. "Don't you dare breathe a word about my..." A ragged wheeze stole the rest. Striker's grin widened as…