There was a sense of calmness in the air, and Stolas was trying to take in as much as he could. It was new to him, he hadn't experienced calmness like this in what felt like eons. In reality, it was only several decades.
Stolas couldn't remember when he had last felt calm or safe. Even as a child, such a feeling was either never genuine, or very much short-lived.
Excitement and vulnerable emotions had always been unbecoming of someone with his power. Of a Goetia.
He resented Stella. He resented his father. He resented the rest of the Goetia.
They were never kind to him.
Stolas had always been seen as an odd individual, and Goetias never took a liking to anything they deemed odd. Stolas had gotten used to it by now, just as he was used to any comments made.
He had learnt his place, he had learnt to keep quiet and take any comments or snide remarks from his superiors. It was all he could do, really.
Stolas had never been a particularly vocal individual himself, and he never brought it upon himself to respond to such comments and remarks.
Temperary calmness was not enough for Stolas. He needed more. He needed it to become his new norm. It seemed to be some sort of desperation, desperation for some permanent calmness and peace, especially after his awful marriage with Stella.
The thought of her brought a shudder upon Stolas. All he could be was thankfull to be seperated from such a wretched witch of a woman.
