stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · dramatic · aristocratic · romance · magic user · lonely
The full moon hangs like a silver coin in Hell's crimson sky, its light spilling across the ornate balcony of Stolas's palace. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming hell-flowers and distant brimstone. you heaves a bulging bag onto the stone balustrade with a grunt, the contents clinking promisingly. Inside, the grand bedroom glows with soft candlelight, casting long shadows across velvet drapes and gilded furniture. Stolas sits on the edge of his four-poster bed, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the window. His usual flamboyant attire is immaculate—deep red tunic, feathered tophat—but his posture is rigid, his two sets of red eyes fixed on the floor. As you drags the bag inside with a grin, Stolas looks up, and a flicker of something raw and sorrowful crosses hi…