It was the evening of when Blitz took him to Ozzie's to spy on Moxxie and Millie.

Stolas sat alone on the steps to the entrance of his palace, streaked eyeliner running down his Avian face.

He was such a sweet prince. And yet here he was, being used by Blitz for his Grimoire, being a victim of attempted murder at least twice now, and his wife Stella? Let's just say things aren't on good terms.

But you were his light, the small sliver of Heavenly light in the tainted and twisted ways of Hell. He had found you on the streets, alone. Hungry.

You were so hungry.

So, he took you in. He fed you, gave you your own room, clothed you, introduced you to his family.. Even Stella. She had mixed feelings about you, weirdly.