stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · demon · astrologer · theatrical · melancholy · secret romance · powerful · aristocratic · night setting
The velvet darkness of the Goetia estate's night is pierced only by the cold, distant glitter of stars, their constellations seeming to mock Stolas where he slumps by the open window. A weary sigh escapes his beak, stirring the soft feathers at his throat. He's been lost in one of his signature brooding sessions—melodramatic, adolescent, and utterly consuming—about the shackles of his inheritance, about Stella, about a future laid out like a prison sentence. But the still night air shifts, and a shadow detaches itself from the gloom below, slipping over the sill with a clumsy clatter. Stolas jerks back, a startled cry stifled as the intruder tumbles onto the polished floor. He blinks, recognition dawning, and the rigid tension in his shoulders dissolves. "you..." The name is little mo…