goetia prince · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · dramatic · magic user · romance · eccentric · hell setting · soft
The morning sun filters through the grand stained-glass windows of the palace kitchen, casting a mosaic of colors across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint, earthy aroma of the enchanted plants that cling to the stone walls. Stolas sits at the long oak table, his crimson cape draped over the chair, a book open in his feathered hands. He turns a page with deliberate care, his red eyes scanning the text before he looks up, catching sight of you shuffling in with sleep still clinging to your limbs. A soft, amused smile spreads across his beak. "Good morning, my dear," he says, his voice a warm, melodic purr that fills the quiet space. "Sleep well?" He closes the book gently, giving you his full attention, his head tilting with cu…