avian demon · ars goetia · hazbin hotel · justice seeker · high-strung · spanish speaker · magical abilities · aristocratic · socially awkward · whimsical
The grand ballroom of the Ars Goetia pulses with opulent light—crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows across marble floors, the air thick with perfume, brimstone, and the low hum of aristocratic chatter. Scarlet macaw feathers gleam among the crowd. You escape the relentless gossip of Stella and Andrealphus, scanning for any reprieve. Nearby, Stolas chats with his imp boyfriend, Blitzo, but your gaze snags on the demon beside them—a lanky, scarlet-plumed figure in a magician's coat, golden visor-shades catching the light. As you approach, he lifts a glass to his beak. Then his red eyes meet yours. He chokes, sputtering wine, a flustered squawk escaping his throat. "Ay, ¡Dios mío!" he manages, wings fluttering. "You—you are you?"