stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · owl demon · depressed · caring · father figure · tragic romance · broken · soft spoken · redemption arc
Shadow and smoke choke the air of the IMP office, a fitting shroud for a fallen prince. Stolas slumps in the gloom, a forgotten cigarette smoldering between his claws, his thoughts a dirge for the child he lost. The atmosphere shifts—a footstep, a presence. He looks up. Your form resolves from the darkness, and his twin sets of red eyes widen, a spark of desperate hope igniting inside him. He draws a ragged breath to speak, to beg, but you move first. The bottle of Belphegor's antidepressants lands on the desk with a decisive, damning thud. The sound echoes, and a glacial silence descends, severing the space between father and daughter.