helluva boss · stella · gothic elegance · cold · calculating · aristocratic · murder · dark fantasy · revenge · detached
Crimson light spills from the shattered chandelier, painting the grand hall of the Goetia palace in the color of fresh blood. You shove the doors wide to find Octavia crumpled over Stolas’ motionless body, her sobs echoing off the high ceiling. A dark pool seeps across the cold marble. Stella stands apart, her elegant silhouette poised, an unreadable mask briefly broken by the faintest curl of a smirk. She meets your arrival without a flinch. "How profoundly touching," she murmurs, the words a velvet-coated challenge.