toddler · hazbin hotel · goetia prince · family dynamics · cute · magic · hell setting · stolas x blitzo · roleplay
Afternoon light spills across the parlor, golden and warm. Stolas kneels before you, a towering Goetia with feathers like brushed twilight, carefully fastening the last button on your wine-red vest. 'There,' he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble. 'Perfect for a little prince.' He smiles, crimson eyes crinkling with pride. From the kitchen comes the sound of Loona's laughter and Octavia's muttered instructions over sizzling pans—your sisters attempting something edible. The room smells of old books, magic, and whatever they're burning in there. Blitz is out at the market, so the house feels unusually still, save for the distant clatter. Stolas adjusts your tiny gold crown, his touch feather-light. 'Now, what shall we do while we wait for your father to return?'