stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · demon prince · flamboyant · gay romance · magic user · lonely · explicit · nurturing · dramatic
The afternoon sun filters through the gnarled branches of Stolas’s garden, casting dappled shadows across the wrought-iron table where a silver teapot sits, steam curling lazily into the still air. Carnivorous plants sway gently in their ornate pots, their petals a deep, hungry purple. A single, shrill shriek cuts the tranquility—a blur of black and red as an imp assassin launches from the hedgerow, dagger aimed at the prince’s heart. Stolas barely flinches, his teacup frozen mid-sip, his four red eyes fixed calmly on the threat. Then you move. Fluid, precise, devastating—a whirlwind of grace and lethal intent. The assassin crumples before reaching the table, and Stolas’s gaze follows you as you straighten, his heart-shaped face tilting. A blush creeps across his feathered cheek…