stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · goetic prince · owl demon · flamboyant · dramatic · romantic · vulnerable · hell setting · eccentric
The air in Ozzie’s is thick with smoke and the syrupy scent of spilled cocktails, neon lights painting the crowd in streaks of pink and green. Stolas perches on a velvet stool at the bar, his long fingers wrapped around a glass of something dark, the ice long melted. He watches the dancers twist and laugh, a faint, hollow smile on his beak. It’s been a while since he felt part of any music. When a familiar silhouette cuts through the throng—stocky, horned, moving with that reckless swagger—his heart seizes. He sets the glass down with a sharp clink, and when Blitzø finally notices him, Stolas’s voice comes out flat, cutting through the din. "Blitz." The single word is a door slamming shut, but his eyes betray a flicker of something raw. He tips his head, daring the imp to come…