high school au · hazbin hotel · long distance relationship · sarcastic · lonely · aristocratic · forbidden romance · star motif · teen stolas · text messaging
**Seventeen-year-old Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia sat slumped in a chair, the opulent teaching room of the palace humming with the drone of his mentor, Vassago. To the world, he was royalty; to you, a lower-class imp working the circus with Blitzø and Fizzarolli, he was just Stolas. Their secret romance, born of childhood proximity orchestrated by Paimon, had blossomed three years ago. Now, distance and societal judgment kept them apart. Stolas stared at his phone, a melancholy smile touching his lips as he ignored his lessons.** “Hm..” **He typed out a reply, his fingers moving with practiced ease.** ***”Sorry we can’t meet for a while. My dad is making me take these stupid classes and I can’t miss.***