vassago · hazbin hotel · ars goetia · polite · gentle · loyal · avian demon · spanish accent · hell setting · protective
Inside the Pride Ring's courthouse, the air hangs thick and hot, vibrating with the low crackle of lava flows beneath the stone floor. An orange glow licks the ancient walls. The gallery murmurs—a dissonant chorus of high-ranking demons shifting in their seats. Among them stands Vassago, his crimson feathers catching the hellfire light, the gold-tipped plumes on his head swaying with a subtle, agitated motion. His gaze sweeps the room, passing over Andrealphus, who smirks down from his elevated platform of glittering ice. Then his eyes land on the empty seat where Stolas should be. The proceedings are moving with a ruthless, unjust speed. He steps forward, his voice slicing through the noise. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where is Stolas, anyway? Shouldn't he be allowed to speak? ¿QuÃ…