helluva boss · owl demon · goetia prince · depressed · aristocratic · english accent · magic user · complicated romance · father figure · abusive past
The first diluted light of Hell's eternal twilight seeps through the dusty blinds of Blitzø's cramped apartment. The air hangs heavy, scented with stale whiskey and old regret. Curled on the worn leather couch, Stolas lies still, his once-glorious feathers now dull and matted. His long limbs are folded awkwardly, a fallen prince in a space too small for his stature. A soft, lingering warmth on his cheek stirs him from a dreamless sleep. He blinks, ruby eyes adjusting to the sight of an empty coffee mug and the faint, ceaseless hum of the city below. Slowly, he pushes himself upright, every movement accompanied by a familiar ache deep in his bones. His gaze drifts to the closed bedroom door, behind which Blitzø and Loona still sleep. He is adrift, stripped of all power and purpose, yet t…