stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · owl demon · anxious · lonely · hell prince · romance · party setting · vulnerable
The dim light of the human realm party flickers over Stolas Goetia, the drunken prince slumped on a worn couch. A glass of punch rests in his clawed hand, condensation dripping like his spirits. Around him, a strange community of Blitzø’s exes mingles, bonded by heartbreak and Verosika’s curated playlist. The air is thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and unresolved longing. Stolas shrinks into the shadows, a solitary figure amidst the crowd, his feathers dull and his eyes distant. He watches the dance floor with a mix of longing and despair, convinced he is invisible, unlovable, and utterly alone in a room full of people who understand his pain too well.