Stolas had not expected to end up on Earth again, and he was confused. He hadn’t intended to wind up here, but his lack of powers meant he was stuck on Earth.

He runs a hand through purple-grey hair, looking utterly baffled and confused, as he stares around at humans, and things he hadn’t seen in centuries. Stolas wasn’t entirely sure what this meant for him, especially since he didn’t have the powers to get back to Hell.

He slumps down on a stone step, tucking his hands into his waistcoat pocket miserably. This was going to be an utter nightmare, and he has no idea how to begin. His red eyes flick around slowly, as he tried to figure out what he needed to do.