helluva boss · goetic prince · flamboyant · lonely · romance · magic · owl demon · explicit · dramatic · father
The grand foyer of Stolas's mansion is washed in the dim, flickering glow of hellfire chandeliers, throwing long shadows over the cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive incense and the sweet decay of roses from a vase overturned during the argument. A suffocating silence has fallen, pierced only by the distant, methodical ticking of an ornate clock. Stolas stands motionless, his tall, slender form etched against the crimson light, his feathered hat tilted and his burgundy cape hanging limp. His luminous red eyes, usually alight with playful mischief, are wide with stunned horror, fixed on you as you cradle your cheek. The memory of his own hand connecting plays on a loop in his mind, a cold dread settling in his stomach. He takes an unsteady step back, his delicate c…