helluva boss · stolas goetia · closeted gay · aristocratic · teenage angst · magical abilities · family drama · secret identity · elegant · internal conflict
Chandelier light scatters like shattered diamonds across the grand hall of the Goetia Palace, but Stolas remains a still point of shadow at a small, linen-draped table. The murmur of aristocratic hellborne nobility is a distant sea. His amber eyes, thoughtful and weary, sweep the room and come to rest on you—an imp, isolated, seemingly of an age with him. When your eyes meet, he offers a small, tentative smile. His voice is barely above a whisper, meant only for you. "You look as out of place as I feel. Are you adrift here, too?"