arsprince

[arsprince]

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”

#( can it be sin to know? ) * character study.

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❝ the rumour mill never sleeps. i wouldn't pay mind to idle gossip, sire. ❞ stolas says with a sigh heaved from his beak in solidarity, as though he is unaware of what the king speaks of, feigning ignorance. a scandal or two is par for the course with the prince, and he would usually revel in the gossip it spurs ... alas, as of now, he would rather his little personal indulgences not bring him problems with lucifer. and truly, he was certain the book was well and safely kept.

❝ aha, yes, i imagine you've been keeping busy with the affairs of our great kingdom. still, boredom can erode the spirit — ❞

at the mention of his father, stolas almost sighs; irritation is bitten back beneath an amused facade; despite his mischievous proclivities, he was raised with manners, after all. feathered tail flaps languidly as he leans back in the chair, another rodent neatly devoured with its tail tossed aside atop a side plate. a forced chuckle is granted, ❝ my father fares well and sends his regards. ❞

“Are you sure about that, I’ve been hearing rumors—“ oh that little shit changing the subject . Stolas was definitely the opposite of his father Paimon , something that despite his annoyance — Lucifer actually enjoyed .

He had been locked away for so long that having someone try to dissuade him was well fun!

Eyes glancing at the tray, he smirks .. hmm maybe just one bite of bird wouldn’t be too bad - “I wouldn’t say Dull just tedious .. so much paperwork .. overseeing all of hell and all that~” he chuckled .

“ I might take you up on that brunch offer, it’s been while since I’ve dined with your Clan, how is your father doing ?”

#themosthatedbeing #( unholy texts. ) * ic. #mentioning paimon just has him like ugh 🙄

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"Stooooolas!!!"

(@sinfuldxgenerates for Stella. You don't need to respond to this I'm just being silly)

had he not grown accustomed to her screeching, he'd have surely fallen off his perch — draped across the divan as he was, a few old tomes scattered about amidst the odd crystal, ancient texts & prose providing some vague sense of morbid entertainment, and a bout of divination for breakfast. still, consider him rather startled, feathers ruffling as he glances at his wife's ( @sinfuldxgenerates ) figure, haunting the the end of the grand corridor.

he can feel the beginnings of a stella-shaped headache settling in even now and he is quite certain he had not given a pretext for her wrath this fine morning. not this very moment, at least.

so, the prince grants her a bemused tilt of his head, tone no more than a smooth, composed, if a bit irked, drawl, ❝ stella. ❞

#sinfuldxgenerates #( unholy texts. ) * ic. #how can i not respond to wife #stolas was that one meme 'oh great heavens-'

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Hi, do you have a rules page? I can't find one. :')

hi there! apologies for the confusion, i just kind of presumed most of you are here from my other blog ( voxistem ) i don't have my carrd up for this blog yet but you can refer to my rules over there temporarily.

#tbd.

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silly little plotting call with the silly little goetian prince (ancient horror beyond your comprehension) . bop the ♡ and I'll materialise in your dms with ideas.

#goodnight besties! #tbd. #i'll try to get some of my lore & main verse written tomorrow. #i have so many thoughts about the goetia.. and stolas and his noble duties.. and his less noble under the table deals.. #hm!

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Does Stolas is sensible to light ?

i presume you're referring to his eyesight being sensitive in the sense of owls being creatures of the night? in which case, the answer is ' to an extent ' ! stolas does tend to dwell in dark locales, his estate relies on candlelit chandeliers and the like, with little natural light, and his own study is rather dim, as he finds it soothing and pleasant. both pairs of eyes collect light in low-light conditions, as owl eyes tend to do. so yes, his eyesight is certainly sharper in the dark, but he can still see and navigate well enough in daylight hours. bright lights are a bit headache-inducing for him.

#he WILL be annoyed if you flash a light at him for sure. #don't do that ... or do 🤷‍♀️ if you want to throw hands with an ancient demonic deity.

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perched upon an ornate chair, one leg crossed neatly over the other, stolas eyes the king, ❝ it's in safe claws, you needn't worry. ❞ he drawls with the theatric wave of a talon, seemingly uninterested in pursuing a discussion concerning that dusty old tome. the prince seems, instead, far more amused with his majesty's presence, and his apparent hunger.

a maid brings forth a tray, abundant with food; mice, a caged little bird, et cetera, of the sort. ❝ you truly must do us the honour of your presence, my liege. over a brunch, perhaps? my wife and i would be thrilled to host. it must surely get dull, being cooped up in the palace! ❞

He’s really regretting the fact that he skipped lunch today for this— the snake in him his eyeing that rodent hard.

“.. uh about my book, was wondering if you were still taking good care of it?-“

#themosthatedbeing #( unholy texts. ) * ic. #the way he just changed the topic LMAO #hi king <3

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❝ oh, come now. ❞ the prince's chuckle is a deep drawl, velvet and smooth, a smirk 'pon his beak. leaning down, he dangles the half-bitten carcass of the mouse in front of the imp, before he devours it with a roll of his eyes, ❝ you bathe in blood and gore every day at the behest of that little business you run, but a mouse is where you draw the line? please. ❞

He can't help but make a disgusted look on his face. "Do you really have to eat that right now?"

#helluvaflames #( unholy texts. ) * ic. #animal death / #ahaha blitz i'm sorry :')

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eating a live rodent as present company is talking to him ... ❝ hm? ❞

#( unholy texts. ) * ic. #idk idk he's just in a mood. #all my muses & their weird eating habits.......... #bitch would snack on a whole mouse or bird as ur trying to engage him in conversation.. i don't make the rules.

[arsprince]

Dont fuck with stolas

#( last year i abstained / this year i devour ) * the great prince of hell. #the way i am FROTHING right now... royal military uniform my beloved.

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idk if any of you have watched chilling adventures of sabrina, but stolas is lilith's familiar in that, and now that i'm rewatching it, i'm just imagining my stolas reporting to her, directly, as his liege 👁👁

#tbd. #i just think it's neat 🤭 #always & forever obsessed w hell's nobility and their political intrigue. #anyway let me try to write now that i'm home ahah.

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a secret little starter call 🦉🔮

#tbd. #might pop in to plot because im canon divergent <3 #i need to write up my main verse but .. yeah anyway. #lets go gang. #i'll be between here & vox!

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#( i am a garden of black and red agonies. ) * moodboard. #very stolas-coded. #blood / #gore /

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stolas is absolutely sitting in his estate, with his legions at his command, sipping wine and waiting for the opportunity to go to war or literally do anything. hell's really gone downhill, huh?

#BIRD IS SO BORED!!!!! #we just don't go to war like we used to.. #we don't inspire enlightenment amidst the mortals anymore.. #lucifer he IS judging you. what happened sir. pull yourself back together. #stolas vc: maybe your wife left you because you're boring :) #astronomy is amazing and he enjoys it but come on now. #what's a lil carnage and violence every now and again? #might have to start cutting deals w overlords to keep things exciting.

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the boudoir is stilled to silence upon his entrance, veiled away from the merriment fluttering in the grand hall, where the gala was being held. the presence of the prince is elegant even in its debauchery, as he moves to occupy the divan in the centre of the little room, watching as @gethellbcnt tends to her attire, her feathers by the ornate vanity. this is the royals in respite, a moment stolen away from the event of the evening to revel in the hush, and in each other's presence.

❝ must you tempt me amidst polite company? ❞ a flute of champagne is held loosely betwixt talons, swishing about as he talks. the prince's tone seems chiding, irritated almost, but stella would know better, for she knows him better — there is a playful note nestled in his deep drawl as he eyes her, undoubtedly roused by the coy looks she'd sent his away across the hall. he so enjoyed seeing her sway their guests.

stella said, let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

her words have him perking up, head tilting with piqued interest, feathers fluttering as he pushes himself into a seated position atop the divan, arranging his tilted crown. unlike him, she tends to treat these things with more grace, charming the attendees, political intrigue woven into a gossip mill that never sleeps. unlike her, he was bored, and what he made of all this was a mere promise for entertainment. after all, it had been a while since they shared a lover. ❝ anyone catch your eye, stella? i was rather fond of the overlord, the one whom you were speaking with earlier. what was his name again? might we have him? ❞

#gethellbcnt #they r the gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss and mansplain/manipulate/manwhore duo <3

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

#( prompts tag. ) #i bring this back 🦉

[arsprince]

prince stolas of the ars goetia, from helluva boss. based entirely on the pilot episode and original lore on the ars goetia, portrayed as the antagonist of the show. as prophesied by doll, she / her, eighteen plus.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. stolas ars goetia. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. prince stolas of the ars goetia, a great prince of hell. the thirty-sixth demon of the ars goetia (in the lesser key of solomon), commander of twenty-six legions. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. the owl demon. the sage of shadows. the erudite. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. demon of the ars goetia dynasty. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. identifies male, he/they. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual, biromantic. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. nobleman, aristocrat, astronomer, occultist, militant commander. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. princess stella of the ars goetia, wife. crown princess octavia of the ars goetia, daughter & heir. king paimon of the ars goetia, father. various siblings, cousins, etc. the ars goetia dynasty.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. tall & elegant, yet imposing and haunting in his beauty. lean figure. owl-like features, including a beak, talons, and an owl's tail. two sets of red eyes. huge jaws. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 10' f. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. stolas favours his regal attire, opting to wear some variation of a royal uniform for his public appearances. when sprawling about the estate, he might dress down to a vest, cravat, etc. or opt for loungewear, depending on the nature of any company present. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. tba. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. tom hiddleston. (liveaction)

examining themes of . . . the oligarchy. decadence, hedonism, and moral decay. the conflict between duty and desire. beauty in the grotesque. gothicism. classism & the politics of hell. lovecraftian horrors, ancient evils. the conquest for power & the pursuit of knowledge.

character notes. verses. visuals.

#INTRODUCTION. #>:) #temp rules over on my other blog: voxistem.