Stolas (Witch)

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**Info**

**Stolas** is a Witch with the element of  Water. Along with Belial, she is one of the earliest witches released in the game.

## Description

> *“The 36th of the Seventy-Two of the Ars Goetia. She owns a chain of nail salons.”*
>
> Stolas Soulcard Description

### Appearance

Stolas has a long, deep purple hair, purple or pinkish eyes and pale skin. Despite resembling a human, she has long pointy ears, pink horns and black wings with pinkish spikes at the tips. Her outfit consists of a pale lavender cape with reddish spikes at the end that is draped around the front her shoulders with red undergarments underneath.

Stolas can be seen sitting on the handle of her scythe, with the scythe having a pink color and an intricate design on the blade.

Spikes or horns with a red or pinkish color appears to be a consistent theme of Stolas' appearance as they can be seen on her wings and cape.

## Story

Shopkeepers yell to the crowd. Adults scurry by, occupied with the great deals plastered on wooden signs below the stalls housing fruit and other products. Children laugh and play under the beating sun, oblivious to the calls of their parents. Adventurers hang around near the guild board, waiting for the Guildmaster to post the job requests…

It is a busy day in the City of Verdia.

\*Crunch!

A girl munches on her apple while strolling around the colorful stone streets. It had been a particularly refreshing day as her parents were off on a quest to deliver some potions. A curious bunch of potions they were, for as soon as a drop landed on your tongue a wonderful burst of sweet flavors would grace your tastebuds. She was excited for them to come back as they had promised to bring some back for her. She got bored at home so she decided to take a walk around the city she had lived in for the entirety of her life.

The sky was clear, the clouds choosing to keep to themselves. Fluffy white specks in the sky glistened as the sunlight passed through them, rewarding her eyes with a tranquil sight to behold...

“Stop!”

The girl gripped her apple, whirling around to look behind her in shock, fully expecting a scruffy looking knife-brandishing bandit ready to cut her throat, but in surprise it was a hooded figure, both of their hands exposed, with clearly no weapon.

“What… is that?” the person asks curiously, pointing to the red fruit within the girls hands.

“Oh...um”, the girl tried to gather her wits together, recovering from the shock. “This is… an apple. Why do you ask?” The figure stays silent, as if pondering something, then lifts its head to speak.

“May….I…have it?”

“Pardon me?”

“Ah no, forget it”

The girl, feeling sorry for the hooded figure before her, outstretched her hand, apple and all.

“I don’t really mind. Here, I have enough money to buy another one.”

A pause…

The strange person hesitantly reaches out, as if debating whether to take it, but eventually hunger takes over, and the hooded character grabs it, sparing no time in wolfing down the juicy red fruit.

“Would you like another one?”

“---?”

“Sure, just stay here. I’m going to get one”

“...”

The girl leaves, and returns shortly with 3 apples in a small paper bag.

“Come on, eat up!”, she says cheerfully.

As the hooded soul continued to wolf down the rest of the apples, the girl now had a better look at the enigmatic visitor. She got a glimpse behind her cloak and made a mental note of what she saw..She had a beautiful face, one that could rival the princess of the city. Her eyes sparkled like untouched amethysts, albeit having a dull look. Her skin was fair, like the sands of the Beach of Blades. Her hair was purple, long and lustrous, untied, showing the full prettiness of it all. She could not help but wonder what such a cute lady was doing in the back alley of Verdia’s seedier side.

“Well… it’s been nice meeting you and all, but I should probably get going now. Don’t worry about paying me back about the apples. It’s fine, really-”

Before she could finish her sentence, the world whizzed around her. The cracked walls, the darkness of the alley, it seemed to fade away from existence. And before she could shout a single word, her surroundings dipped into darkness.

…

“Once upon a time”

…

When she came to, the girl was no longer in the same seedy alley that she was in before. Gone were the gray stone pillars she so often recognized, and so was the sky that always greeted her. Now she was in a white hallway, so shiny she was almost blinded. As far as she could see, marble decorations were situated along the corridor. It was a very lavish hallway.

She couldn’t make sense of it all, but she felt the need to walk, and walk she did.

And walk, and walk, and walk, she did.

She couldn’t remember how long she’d been walking for. When she was tired, a soft bed would manifest itself next to her, and she would sit down until she was fine again.

If she was hungry, a bowl of multi-colored apples would appear on a neat granite pillar next to her, and she would come to find out that each one tasted differently.

If she was thirsty, a pitcher of water would reveal itself almost immediately, and she would have the best drink of water in her life, beating even the taste of the potions her parents promised to give her.

It went on like this for months. She would never get tired of walking towards her unseen goal, a force compelling her to press on. She never aged, or felt the need to use the toilet. It was as if her body was running on magic at that point.

Until eventually, she reached the end of the hallway. A great ugly thorned door stood before her. She wondered why such a repulsive door was inside the exquisite hallway that she had been travelling through for so long now. Pressing her hand on the knob, she recoiled in pain as the moment she touched it, an extreme burning sensation had pricked her fingers.

But she did not give up. She had been walking through the hallway for so long after all, and giving up now would mean her trek would mean nothing. Steeling her resolve, she prepared for the searing agony that would soon be on her hands.

Her hands blistered on contact, her veins swelling with boiling blood as the heat made its course around her body. Without faltering, she carried on pushing, the door inching open bit by bit. The thorns on the ground pricked her ankles, stinging them with some unknown poison. Even then, she carried on.

When the door was finally opened, her hands were already charred. Her legs were swollen due to the amount of poison that was within them. With blurry vision, she looked up, and saw a surprising sight.

In the center of the thorned room there sat the lady that she had offered her apples to. To be more apt, in the center of the room was the lady, sitting on a white marble chair, next to a table and an equally beautiful marble chair. Her appearance was now much more defined. Her long purple hair flowed down her black dress. Two magenta horns protruded from her head, like towering spires. The sight was a great contrast to the room itself, which was covered in vines, the walls appearing to be made out of some kind of pulsating water-like fluid, which flowed down the walls in a sickening fashion.

“So you’ve arrived. Come, take a seat.”

Having no energy to speak, the girl collapsed on the ground, her charred hands turning to ash on impact with the floor.

“Oh dear. Perhaps the wait was a bit too harsh. No problem. I will fix you up just fine…”

The strange woman pauses.

“And then… and then we can have our match.”

Her eyes glistened with a mischievous purple tint

“As for my name… you can call me Stolas. Witch of the Dead, at your service”

- "WhiteWalker", taken from the Book of Witches, page 3

## Stolas Related

+ Weapons
+ Soul Card
+ Pet

* Fighter

* Ranger

* Priest

* Mage

* Ninja

* Stolas

* Stolas

## Trivia

### Etymology

* In the demonology grimoire The Lesser Key of Solomon, *Stolas* is one of the seven Princes in Hell and the 36th Demon.