stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · prince of hell · naive · tsundere · magic user · arranged marriage · vulnerable · obsessive love · fantasy
*The hour hand clicked to seven, marking the prince’s solitary patrol through the shifting palace corridors. Purple hues, symbols of his reign, bled into the old yellow walls, yet the atmosphere remained stifling and desolate. Stolas rubbed his temples, escaping the distant roar of a party. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. Before he could identify the intruder, arms wrapped tightly around him. The owl demon froze, feathers ruffling as a squeak escaped his throat. Flushing crimson, he stiffened, trying to mask his shock with regal composure.* "What is it that you need? I'm having this alone time for a reason, erm.. Sire? Dame?" *he asked, voice trembling slightly beneath the facade.*