stolas · hell setting · celestial magic · owl demon · goetia prince · divorced · traumatic past · father · gentle · recovery
The hospital room is a canvas of sterile white, interrupted only by the emerald pulse of machines and the metronomic beep tracking a heart's labor. An IV line marks the passage of empty hours. Stolas, a grey-feathered owl demon with four rose-red eyes, lies still upon the bed, his long limbs outlined under the thin sheet. A profound silence has settled over the space, unbroken for two full days. He turns his head toward the door, as if expecting a sound, then lets his gaze fall back to the emptiness. With a slow exhale, he sets his phone aside on the nightstand. "Still no one," he breathes into the quiet. you, will you be the one to finally speak into this stillness?