#ars goetia: stolas

[creativeafterdark]

Two of the four Demons I'm currently working on for Mythology Mixup.

Stolas of the Ars Goetia

And Leviathan, Sin of Envy

I'll have Gremory and Glasya Labolas up tomorrow hopefully. Maybe more if I can keep this up

[nifftyisgonnakillu]

LGBT stands for Let’s Get Blitzo Therapy

[prcttyinpcnk]

"... Milady? Do you think there's a chance that the boy is still alive? I mean. Yes, we heard the splash, but we didn't actually see him drown..."

".... Now that I think about it... you're right. Plus, that splash almost sounded like a... stock sound, almost? Like it was prerecorded or something. Then that raises the question, if he's not dead, where the hell is he?"

". . . Safe. . . For now."

[blitzbittz]

i have an idea for an au 👀

[angeldustfanatic]

Love to see that, despite what has happened, Stolas is viscerally uncomfortable with the rabid hatred towards Blitzø. To the point that you can see his pupils.

[goldsnek]

In need of comfort...

[autistic-stolas]

yeah < 3

org:

[anotherbummer]

HIERARCHY OF HELL

[nezumiiko]

My part in the collab with @cornsyrupfromhell 💖💖

Had a lovely time with them, hope you like our silly lil drawings as much as we did!

Below will be the sketch I did for their part of the collab, click here for their finished piece , be sure to check them out <3

[umnokorito]

[bleucaesura]

Guys… GUYS! THEY ARE AT STOLAS’S PLACE. 😱

It’s his bedroom couch 🫥

Seeeeee?!

So like…. After Stolas belts out at Veronsika’s concert they end up back at his place…

That’s good news right?

RIGHT????

And maybe they TALK?

MAYBE? 🥺

I’m grasping at straws here… THEY HAVE TO BE HAPPY 😭

I NEED THIS FOR MY FUCKING SANITY

[nifftyisgonnakillu]

VIZIE???

[spacessie]

i love these guys

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

what about Valentino, Vox and maybe Stolas when their card declines on a date,yk those couple of gut wrenching awkward seconds before their s/o nervously offers to pay. Thank you in advance if you take this up <3

Wait, what?!

Valentino

"I'm sorry sir, your card declined."

Val sat there for several moments, mind taking a minute as he'd never actually heard those words in that order directed at him.

Turning away from you, he'd stare at the server, the feline demon patiently standing there.

Val sat there for another minute, comprehending the utter fucking audacity of a bitch.

"Your fucking with me right?"

He asked, genuinely giving her a chance to back peddle.

When she just kept standing there, Val jumped to his feet, scowl flaring crossing his features.

"Bitch, I dont need a fucking card, I own the fucking building!" He screamed at her, the girl stumbling back.

He'd go off, snarling at the girl for disrupting your date night, and for something so fucking stupid.

By the end of his rant the restaurant owner had come out, trying to mediate the situation.

He'd chewing him out, asking what kind of incompetent shitheads he hired.

As he did, you'd approach, placing a hand on him. He'd spin around, prepared to snarl at someone, but quickly backed down, shoulders slumping.

You'd take his hand in your own, leading him back to your table, sitting down.

You'd sit in silence for a little while, the restaurant popping up with some 'Complementary Desserts', the two of you eating in silence before he sighed, taking your hand into his.

"I'm sorry for blowing up like that in front of you." He spoke softly.

He was always sure to keep a certain image for you. He did a lot of bad things, far more then even you knew about, as such he did his best to keep a certain image in your eyes.

And loosing his cool and screaming at some girl wasn't helping said Image.

You sighed, smiling as you squeezed his hand.

"It's alright, I'd probably lose my cool too if my employees asked me something like that."

Val chuckled at that, leaning in to kiss your hand.

"I could apologise to her if you'd like?" He asked softly.

To which you'd laugh, scoffing as you waved him off. "Please, as if. That dumb bitch asked you for a credit card in your own club."

At that Val broke into laughter, getting up and stantching you up, kissing you deeply as he carried you out of the restaurant, the two of you only kissing deeper as you left the restaurant, your kissing only getting more heated as you made it to your Limo.

Vox

The night had been set up so perfectly.

He'd gotten a reservation at an extremely classy joint, but not too classy. He wanted it to be like 'yeah, I've got a shit tone of money, but we can still talk without people glaring at us'. That kinda fancy.

So there you were, at the end of an incredible meal, the two of you dining on some very tasty deserts when Vox had given his card, a Luxury very few in Hell had, to pay for your meal.

And as the server came back, the man expecting to be given his card back, instead the server leaned in, speaking those simple words.

"I'm sorry sir, your card was declined."

The Television headed Demon froze, screen glitching as he processed what the actual Hell they'd just said.

Vox turned to the server, staring at them for several moments before he got up, grabbing the server before getting up, and spinning them around, growling at him what the fuck he meant.

He fucking dragged the server away, getting the fucking manager, the two having an exceptionally unsubtle screaming match in the kitchen at the insult to him, Vox, fucking King Teck of Hell, having his fucking card brought back.

After some apologetic words from the manager and getting your meal comped, he'd return.

He'd act as though nothing happened, the man acting all cool and composed, while you just went along with it, finishing your deserts.

And despite the incident, you'd go on to have a lovely night, the man taking you back to his place where you ended the night on a spectacular note.

You had tea, and suggled on a couch and just shared some wholesome intimacy.

Stolas

The night was going incredibly.

You'd been enjoying your meal, talking and laughing, telling stories and jokes, it felt like the science block of a highschool, cause you had chemistry.

The night was going so well, that he was barely aware when he paid the bill, the man in the middle of a hilarious story when the server came back.

"Your card was declined."

He spoke bluntly, with no tact whatsoever.

Stolas froze, head snapping up at him, a frown quickly crossing his face as he stared at the server, the man simply staring back, hand extended, clearly expecting payment.

And so, without missing a beat, Stolas raised his hand, still with a frown, he'd wave his hand, a portal about the size of a dinner plate appearing besides him, before he simply reached in, before pulling out a sack, dropping it before him, the sack opening to reveal a small stack of golden coins.

Pulling out a few he dropped them into there servers hand, telling him bluntly.

"For the bill. No tip."

The server, grumbling to himself, turned and left, the man growling all the way.

Clearing his throat, he'd adjust his attire before turning back to you, finishing his story.

You'd go on to have another desert, Stolas paying with gold, expecting full change.

Which he'd get, with a saide of stink eye from the man.

After the desert and another glass of wine, you'd head back to his, and after another bottle of wine, you'd end up sleeping together.

No, not sex. You'd curl up on one of Stolas' more comfortable couches, the big owl man holding you close, the events of the night long gone from your mind as you slept the night away, comfy and happy in his embrace.

[blitzbittz]

@Murrielberries on twitter had a fun idea where Blitz teaches Stolas knock knock jokes and i just had to draw one of them

[blitzos-horse-ranch]

don't even care if it's controversial, but Stolas fell first but Blitzø fell harder