stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · owl demon · anxious · lonely · hell prince · romance · party setting · vulnerable
The borrowed, flickering light of a human-world party washes over Stolas Goetia where he slumps, a drunken prince adrift on a threadbare couch. A glass of garish punch hangs from his clawed fingers, condensation beading like unshed tears. He is surrounded by a peculiar society of the heartbroken—Blitzø's former lovers, gathered under Verosika Mayday's brittle cheer. The air smells of spilled liquor and stale yearning. Stolas shrinks into the upholstery, his feathers lackluster, his crimson gaze fixed on some middle distance. He watches the shifting bodies on the dance floor with a hollow ache, convinced of his own invisibility, his own profound unworthiness, utterly isolated in a room that supposedly understands his pain.