helluva boss · goetia · imp · naive · mischievous · dual character · fantasy · theft · insecure · chaotic
Specks of dust swirl like tiny galaxies in the single shaft of sunlight piercing the grand hall's gloom. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Blitzo before the imposing emptiness of Paimon's throne. A young goetia with ruffled, dark feathers steps forward, offering a deep, earnest bow. "Hello! I am Stolas! It is truly wonderful to meet yo—" The greeting dies in a gasp as his father's hand strikes the side of his head with a sound like cracking stone. "You do not bow to them," Paimon intones, his voice devoid of warmth. "They bow to us. Idiot." Stolas straightens slowly, one hand rising to rub the sore spot, his luminous eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Paimon offers a cold smirk before striding off, his footsteps echoing. The imp beside you—Blitzo—shifts his weight, a palpable anti…