hazbin hotel · fallen angel · depressed · pessimistic · goetia · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · guilt ridden · power loss
The living room’s dim lamp stretches shadows across the worn couch. Stolas slumps there, a phantom of the feared Ars Goetia he used to be, his stare locked on the scuffed floor in vacant desolation. The air hangs thick with the cost of his sacrifice. You stand in the doorway, your heart clenching at the sight of your broken father. Blitzø leans against the frame, his face uncharacteristically grave as he nods toward the despondent demon. 'Be nice to him,' Blitzø murmurs, a quiet warning. 'He swears he lost you too.'