#goetia ray

[asterjennifer]

Ray as a part of the Goetia Family 6~

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Prince Ray doesn't fight often.

Actually, whenever he can avoid it, be sure he will do whatever it takes to not get into a fight.

He doesn't feel physically or mentally capable... Even though he has very great powers since birth.

BUT! If Flower should be in danger? Then he's not batting an eye.

[chimeride]

Vepar, the 241st Known One.

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Can someone please tell me why my comfort characters are ALWAYS the morally gray ones that may appear all cheerful and sweet, but are actually subject to pain and trauma left and right?? And are either dead or they are at the high risk of dying??

Because I’m not having fun! I’m crying for all of them! ç_ç

[generic-lab-assistant]

Made my own witch Stella sticker design because it’s criminal that she didn’t get an official one

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

NSFT Alphabet: Infernal Sin!Fool's Gold

-you have a big storm coming for you meme here-

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is not a gentle nor kind lover. He is the Lord of the Seven Hells, King of the 72 demons of Goetia, the Lord of Infernal Sin; and if you want a gentle lover then look to Orphan of Goetia, NOT HIM. Aftercare is handled by the Beholder of His Heart (Norton), the love is for the human to give to you and to express when he takes care of you. Loving you, checking on you, giving you the post-sex intimacy you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything, he is obsessed with you. Obsessed with all that he has claimed on many days and nights

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hot and glowing cum, he likes to be dirty with it when with you. Making you open your mouth and keep it there before drinking it, making you wear your clothes with his cum still in or on you, cumming on your hair or clothes-- He a nasty mf

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are times he possesses the Orphan of Goetia to fuck you in a mortal shell, to feel the difference between skin on skin versus skin on rock. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has fucked a 1000 upon a 1000 of mortals, and few can claim to be his favorite. You are one of them <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again, full nelson

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, very mean playful

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Literal rocks so no hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

There is nothing romantic about this, he fucks to indulge and to mark you as his. This is for him, he just so happens to like you enjoying it too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why? He has you, he has his counterpart, he has that worshiper, and he could have another mortal or demon. So he doesn’t need to masturbate when he can grab someone to play with

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia, Bukkake, Forniphilia, Humiliation, Impact Play, Degradation, basically get ready for kink town with him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will do it anywhere he damn pleases, sorry you do not get much say in that

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally the king of sin, he can be read to go at random moments or because he is bored

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Gentle and do not ask him to be submissive

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes doing both giving and receiving but he likes making you cock warm his cock with your mouth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, slow but deep when he is teasing and edging you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun to keep you ready for him later

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

A lot of risks with him

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A lot. Pray, seriously 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, only he can touch you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Painfully unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be vocal, will growl, talkative as he reminds you who is fucking you and how you feel amazing

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sometimes invites that mystic dancer to peg you so he can watch you both

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

12in uwu

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive, pray you can handle him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He does not sleep because he does not need to sleep lol

[deathmetalangel]

ENVY’S MASTERLIST

this includes every character i write for and a link to their current personal master lists if i have works out for them (warnings may vary and minors dni)

this is in no particular order of character btw but my favorites will have a neat little asterisk

refer to what i don’t and do write in my separate post. also this is constantly being updated so don’t mind it much. you can always request a character if it’s not listed there’s no harm in asking :)

ADVENTURE TIME

- marceline*

- princess bubblegum

- marshal lee*

- finn

- fiona

AKAME GA KILL!

- esdeath*

- tatsumi

- akame

- kurome

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

- tate langdon*

- violet harmon

- kyle spencer

- nora montgomery

- moira o’hara

APEX LEGENDS

- bloodhound (no smut)

- wraith

- wattson

- octane

- loba

- revenant

- lifeline

- valkyrie

- crypto

AVATAR

- jake sulley*

- neytiri

- kiri

- neteyam*

- lo’ak

- aonung

- tsireya

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

- prince zuko*

- princess azula*

- sokka*

- katara

- aang

- suki

- yue

-jett

- ty lee

- mai

BIG MOUTH

- judd birch*

- val bilzerian*

- connie

- mona

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

- izuku midoriya

- keigo takami

- touya todoroki

- shoto todoroki

- katsuki bakugo

- himeko toga

- tomura shigaraki

- tamaki amajiki

CALL OF DUTY

- simon ‘ghost’ riley

- john ‘soap’ mctavish

- könig

- valeria garza*

- alejandro vargas*

COBRA KAI/ KARATE KID

- robby keene

- miguel diaz*

- johnny lawrence

- daniel larusso

- tory nichols

- eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz*

- demetri alexopoulos

DARLING IN THE FRANXX

- zero two

- hiro

- mitsuru*

- ichigo

DEATH NOTE

- misa amane

- light yagami

- l

DEMON SLAYER

- tanjiro kamado*

- nezuko kamado

- kyojuro rengoku*

- giyu tomioka*

- shinobu kocho

- sanemi shinazugawa*

- genya shinazugawa*

- zenitsu agatsuma

- inosuke hasibira*

- muichiro tokito

- mitsuri kanroji

- iguro obanai*

- tengen uzui

HAZBIN HOTEL/ HELLUVA BOSS

- alastor* (i fully respect his asexuality so no smut :3 since he’s not canon aro i still write for him)

- angel dust

- charlie morningstar

- vaggie

- loona

- millie

- moxxie

- verosika mayday

- stolas goetia

- barbie wire

- striker

- octavia goetia

- adam*

- lute

- lucifer morningstar*

- rosie

- the vees

HOCUS POCUS

- max dennison

- thackery binx

- sarah sanderson

MARVEL

- peter parker

- wanda maximoff

- pietro maximoff*

- tony stark

- natasha romanoff

- k'uk'ulkan*

- killmonger*

- miguel o’hara*

MID90S

- ray*

- fuckshit

- fourth grade*

- ruben (no smut)

- stevie (no smut)

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

- jesse white

- sarah fox

- ethan morgan

- benny weir*

- rory keener

- erica jones

NARUTO

- naruto uzumaki

- sasuke uchiha*

- sakura haruno

- minato namikaze

- hinata hyuga

- neji hyuga

- itachi uchiha*

- shisui uchiha*

- kakashi hatake*

- haku yuki

- pain*

- konan

- sasori

- deidara

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

- arthur morgan*

- sadie adler

- dutch van der lide

- mary linton*

- john marston

- lenny summers

- javier escuella

- mary-beth gaskill

SCREAM

- ethan landry*

- billy loomis

- stu macher

- sydney prescott

- tatum riley

STARDEW VALLEY

- alex*

- harvey

- haley*

- sam

- abigail

- emily

- shane

- sebastian

- elliott

- maru

- penny

- leah

STAR WARS

- din djarin*

- anakin skywalker*

- padme amidala*

- poe dameron

- luke skywalker

- leia skywalker

- ahsoka tano*

- han solo

- bo katan kreze

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

- charlie conway*

- adam banks*

- guy germaine

- dean portman

- julie gaffney

- connie moreau

- luis mendoza

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

- conrad fisher*

- steven conklin*

- jeremiah fisher

- belly conklin*

- taylor jewel

TWILIGHT

- alice cullen

- jasper hale*

- rosalie hale

- edward cullen

- jacob black*

- paul lahote

- leah clearwater

- seth clearwater*

- bella swan

- alec volturi*

- jane volturi

- victoria

[guns-and-brimstone]

[ - Morning After - ]

It is late in the morning. As the first rays of infernal light beam in through the cracks in the blinded Windows, The rest of the room becomes illuminated and clear. This wasn’t Stolas study mind you. This was somewhere completely different. A fancy hotel apartment if one was to make a wild guess. And from the looks of the yellow sky outside. It would be orettt safe to assume that this wasn’t in the pride ring anymore either.

The whole apartment was a damn mess, Like a bomb had exploded within it's walls. Bottles and empty cans had been tossed around everywhere. Along with items that had no business being in there in the first place. Such as a large rubber flamingo and an extensive looking statue of a famous succubi, That had been mumified crudely in toilet paper. These were items that had most likely been snatched from somewhere outside the hotel.

If one was to look in the corner of the living room. They would see a large pile of empty beer cans stacked up high like a mountain. Along with a bunch of ghastly swear words graffitied on to the walls around it.

There were empty pizza boxes on the nearby kitchen table and some fool seemed to have spewed out the contents of their stomach all over the basin.

There is only one bedroom in this entire apartment. And that room had been completely reserved for a certain blue feathers Goetia. Who may or may not be awoken at this very moment.

What the hell had happened that night at the palace?!

@stolas-arsgoetia-rp

[dailydemonspotlight]

Forneus - Day 19

Race: Fallen

Alignment: Neutral-Chaos

April 16th, 2024

Unsurprisingly for a series focused around demons, the Ars Goetia is a great point of reference for several demons in the series. The text, essentially a handbook for summoning demons, contains up to 72 kings of hell to bring about to the world to assist you, do your bidding, or just to fuck around with. Among these demons, particularly the 30th, Forneus, Marquis of Hell, makes himself known- a great sea beast.

Unfortunately, the Goetian grimoire wherein Forneus originates is very, very hard to read for my proclivities, but I'll try my best to transcribe it. Described in the text as a great sea monster of unknown proportions, Forneus helps to make those who summon him become well-versed in rhetoric, particularly to gain social status- as the book goes, "He teacheth, and maketh men wonderfully knowing in the Art of Rhetoric. He causeth men to have a Good Name, and to have the knowledge and understanding of Tongues."

Effectively what this means is that Forneus can be one's teacher in debate, and will help people to obtain social power through obtaining a good standard when it comes to speaking with others. Also promised is the delivery of the ability to speak in any tongue, provided one is able to even understand it, and an ability to mend rifts in one's relationship with another as well. "He maketh one to be beloved of his Foes as well as his Friends," the book proclaims.

While hastily described, Forneus's depiction as a beast of the ocean fits well with his design within SMT, being that of a manta ray with a human body on its back, hands long and outstretched, giving him a far more eerie appearance than what would normally be let on. The peak of the human head poking out from the stingray's back gives its top half an uncanny, human-esque appearance, and the crown dictates his stance as one of the dukes of hell.

The Ars Goetia is a strange text to read through, one filled with sigils and proclamations of real abilities to summon demons to the world, and it's one I've found myself utterly entranced with, mayhaps like a demon's spell in-and-of-itself. Overall, though, like most goetic monsters in the Megaten series, Forneus's depiction is incredibly faithful and unique, making his mark as a fan favorite demon that I find myself loving as well.

[fandomworld9728]

Has there been sinners/hellborn who don’t like that Charlie is the heir and think Cain and/or Abel is more suitable. I mean they would think the heir should be the firstborn son. But I think Cain and Abel don’t care about the throne, would be more mad that those lowly individuals think Charlie isn’t capable of being the heir.

Has someone said to Abel and Cain’s face that they should be heir and not Charlie.

Oh, there have most definitely been sinners and hellborn who don't like the idea of Charlie as their future Queen.

There are of course people who aren't going to like Charlie in general being a little ray of sunshine in Hell, however, they don't agree with her running Hell as a whole for a couple of reasons.

They don't want a ruler who is too kindhearted to actually protect them if there was danger. The denizens of Hell know that Charlie sits out of the Exterminations every year. That she doesn't have to stomach to even go as support in the battle.

Whereas Cain and Abel are in the thick of battle. It doesn't instill confidence in their people that the next Queen is too soft. A bleeding heart. Much more suited for other duties in the royal court.

Most sinners don't hide it and will actively voice their opinions loudly. Hellborns on the other hand have enough respect for her and the royal family to keep their mouths shut for the most part.

Charlie? She doesn't care about what they think. She only cares about what the people closest to her think of her and if she's doing right by her people.

Because of this Cain and Abel stay out it. Only when their darling sister is around. When she isn't with them, the twins will put anyone in their place who bad mouths Hell's future Queen.

Especially when it is said right to their face. Some idiotic Goetia had the audacity to say their opinion on who should inherit the throne. It did not end well for them.

What she hasn't told anyone though, is that she doesn't want the throne. She'd much rather oversee the sinner souls. But she can't until Hell has a new heir.

[lady-phenix]

A mysterious video has been sent to Lady Phenix’s personal phone. The title reads ‘Official message from the Greed Ring’

The video shows a Sea Demon, Specifically a Ray, clearly from the Envy Ring, but sporting Green and Yellow hair. They wear a short Cloak emblazoned with Lightning Bolts and Money Signs.

Sparks fly from their fingertips as they fidget excitedly.

“Hi, Lady Phenix! I’m Lumi. I’ve recently become Mammon’s new Brand Manager for the Greed Ring so I wanted to drop this message by you to say if you need anything at all, you’re more than welcome in The Greed Ring.

Between you and me, I’m hoping to bring a more friendly face to Mammon’s Kingdom! Greed gets a bad reputation but I know we can improve our image with the people of hell, and I think having a good relationship with the Goetia is a good start!

If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to contact us!”

A flash of Money Signs flits across the Screen, and disappears as the video ends.

Phenix almost felt sick to her stomach. Why the hell would Mammon of all people be contacting her? After everything he did to her? After everything he helped put her mother through-

Except it wasn't him. She blinked at the sight of the fish demon, head cocked curiously. Well this was new...surely not the Sin's doing. Mam was never one for change, at least not without herculean effort. Her uncle would've been far more suited for this.

Regardless though, this Lumi seemed nice enough. Not one she would expect to be working in Greed...seemed too cheery for that. Regardless, Phenix figured maybe she could use some help...

The former Marquess was newly divorced, finally free from her wretched, abusive husband, the Grand Marquis Andras. Unfortunately though it was messy. She had her son, Edward, but custody was to be shared. All she had was her mother's old château, which had been left mostly to rot. Perhaps this Lumi could help her find someone who could help get the home back in order.

Only a moments hesitation, she dialed the number back, her heart pounding. Nix seriously hoped this would be alright. Maybe this wasn't exactly greeds thing but an estimate would definitely be in order.

"Is this Miss Lumi? I just got your message and I may have use for yours or someone in greed's services" she sat on her bed, trying not to sound too anxious.

Phone anxiety was a real thing for her...among other things.

[helluva-world-innit]

Late to the party but finally making an entrance is Envy Ring!

I'm sure you can see similarities between it and Greed which Levi is less than pleased about. Mammon swears he's just trying to give Hell's denizens a lively, entertaining place to spend their Souls/jewels and exploit their Sinners, not copying Envy's bright and alluring aesthetic. To be fair to him, Envy's light is largely bioluminescence whereas Greed must rely on the soul energy that flows into and around Hell from Sloth Ring (we'll get to that house of horrors when we get there). As such, Envy and Wrath Rings are the only ones to have natural light (biolum and lava). Go figure. Green is the main color here though it's not allowing me to photograph it properly. The windows in the palace are actually light green, not white. My gel pens did not want to cooperate and I think I gave up at that point too. Anyhoo, coral reefs were defs an inspiration for this place. As well as the deep sea and fish just being fish.

As is the case in the open Earth ocean...everything in Envy can and will fucking kill you (yes, that is a giant crab). From the flora to the fauna to the fucking ROCKS to the crushing pressure and scathing shade thrown by the Ringmaster or their Overseers, Delta and Ray, everything is designed to leave you bleeding for the sharks here. Even the few landmasses that dot the massive Ring aren't safe. Above the waves live horse-sized creatures that look like pelicans under an x-ray machine. The bone skimmers, as they are known, are notorious for attacking and eating any demons that come too far up to the surface. The rare tourist spot or transport station above the water have to have hounds patrolling around the clock to keep the hellish birds at bay. Naturally, everything is more expensive in Envy proper, where only those who can breathe the sulfuric water of Hell may dwell for any length of time. It is a place of privilege, beauty, and attitude. All of which has been cultivated by its Ringmaster, Leviathan (that big ol' tentacled thing by the palace? that's him playing peekaboo; like an iceberg, we just see the tip).

There is a natural current of soul energy that courses through Envy (crevice, bottom left-ish). Here is where many of the higher echelon of Envy live and work since it's a well-spring of power and very bright here. Named the Ring of Influence, it runs around the entire Ring like a smaller separate ring of Hell itself. The Ars Goetia who live here may as well be gods the lower hellborn are always vying for the attention of and Sinners know no peace if they happen to become entangled in the tendrils of this privileged and isolated kingdom. They form an entirely unique enslaved underclass here and Envy is the biggest generator of Broken Sinners in Hell as a result (we'll get to the Broken later too). The housing and such you can see in the background up there are where the middle-class worker bees live mostly. Also the occasional poor Hellborn or Sinner that would rather die (again?) than fall into the Ring of Influence where life could very well be worse for them depending who gobbles them up. It's like whalefall, I guess.

Now, the tubes. So Hell's got these elevators, right? Hell-evators, if you will. Well, most Rings hide or blend them in to the environment. Not Envy Ring. Demons can see exactly what part of Envy Ring they're traveling to or through thanks to the reinforced glass of the Hell-evators here. Naughty demons even break them sometimes as illustrated above. They have the tech to build a new one and do so, no problem. The general mindset here is 'yeah, we know you want what we have but you could never pull it off like us so die mad' even if every Envy citizen is a literal fish out of water in any other Ring they might travel to. Sure, they're someone that matters there, but would anyone in Gluttony give a shit? Or Pride? Hard to say.

Leviathan is cold, calculating and about the only being stronger than Lucifer in Hell. What stops these two from coming to blows like how Satan and Luci did all those millennia ago to decide who would rule Hell is Levi likes being behind the scenes. Anything that keeps God's attention off them and the prophecy to kill them and serve them up like sashimi to humanity is *chef's kiss*. While they question the decisions their king makes, they still have a frightful amount of respect and love for Lucifer and Satan...just not really anyone else. Including Charlie. Especially not Asmodeus, who is the youngest of the Sins by far.

Notable characters from this Ring are Nifty, Chaz and his family, Verosika, Alessio/the majority of Crimson's gang still, and Baxter. The Overseers of this Ring are the aforementioned eel twins, Delta and Ray. Also planning on doing a map view of this Ring later so I can paint a better picture of where everything is in relation to each other.

Up Next (though who knows when): Sloth Ring!

[asterjennifer]

❗ Slight domestic violence scene

“Shit, shit shit shit shit…!”

She cursed under her breath when crossing over the familiar rooftop made out of what resembled pure marble. Her tiptoing sounds unnoticeable even to herself. She'd been lying if saying this new way of sneaking around didn't appealed to her the most when it came to this entire sinner form she'd taken after her downfall.

Jumping from one smug brick to another, landing gracefully onto the railing, onto one of the million endless balcony's of the castle. She's not fond climbing over its walls as she kept fearing that one day — someone would catch her right handed and then do whatever is worse imaginable inside her head. She might be an immortal being in hell now, but not immune to any pain.

That's what sinners had to deal with, the enteral punishment of experiencing pain repeatedly. And no way to stop it. Neither due to getting used to it, nor by the choice to kill yourself. No sinner could actually kill themselves unless they owned angelic weapons. And that chance was lower than the chance of the Happy Hotel succeed. Okay, maybe not that low. But still low.

She sneaked around a pipe attached to the edge of the second tower, lifting her head into the red sky. Day or night, lunch or dinner time, it didn't matter considering the red stayed the same shade throughout the year. Were there any signs for seasons at all? If so, she'd not seen them yet. At least familiar looking stars shone at random spots around the white planet that must've been heaven. Or at least she assumed so.

Shaking her head free, she jumped to the other pipe. It's not her intention to run late as it's not her style pushing the schedule around. However; how could she have said no when they practically begged her to help with the spontaneous side job they involved themselves in rather involuntarily. It's not really their fault and therefore she found no strength to brush their pleading off.

But now she risked the tragedy of getting spotted since she usually was long gone by this time of the night. Not in any sight, invisible to the world of royals that lived inside this castle. Despite only having seen a few faces before — she didn't want to test her luck either. It's better she stayed unaware of the actual number of residents inside the big place she used as shortcut.

Her bare paws landed silently on the floor of the balcony, another one she crossed every single time she's required to get to the other side of Pentagram City. Which was, if nothing messed up, every single work day. It was part of her everyday life after all. She sighed out after realizing it's still empty inside. What a lucky bitch, she thought to herself bewildered and in pity.

It's always a risk using this pathway. At least then she knew what hour was the best in order to avoid the rare chance of an encounter. That's something she inspected before even trying to use the castle as her own personal bridge, it's just so much easier and quicker walking and climbing this insanely big building than running around it. Making her ignore anxiety entirely.

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“You're a fucking disgrace!!”

She yelled into his face with her shrill tone of voice. Filled to the brim with anger that caused his stomach to twist until it threatened to throw up the remaining content right in front of her feet. His pulse overpowered the shattering reality of these pathetic, whiny nosies coming out his beak.

“You have one job, Ray. One! And you can't even do this right, can you!?” She ignored his sad sounds.

He felt both legs shake. “I… I'm really sorry, Rika—”

Her hand shot into the air, shutting him up the same millisecond. He swallowed the bitter taste of both fear mixed with guilt once her brows twisted furious.

“Dare you call me by name at this moment. You're not allowed to.”

Her glaring green eyes drilled through his every single thought — making it impossible to think about his next words. How to present the apology burning on his tongue.

Her tone sharpened drastically. “I don't want to fucking hear it… Seriously. You're a Goetia Prince, for Satan's sake!”

These words left with such desperation, as if she waited for someone to come in and explain this circus of a display to her. All Ray could do was pressing his hands into each other for a little grounding and let her continue scream until it echoed against the walls, coming back into his ears a second time afterwards. Like a second punishment.

“All you had to do was present the next centurie's climate change on earth! How hard can it be when it's your purpose!?”

She raised both arms into the air, looking up while her white bird face started to turn red from the madness he caused her. That's what he always did, he was painfully aware.

“Yet you didn't even finish the research… Am I and everyone who has to deal with your lazy ass a joke to you!?” Her eyes shaded a dark, crazy green.

“No!” He yelped back helplessly.

Hands pressed into fists out of pure desperation to fix his mistakes, his blue glowing eyes met her green ones, thus she narrowed them.

“I- I'm sorry I didn't finfish yet— the earth is a very wild climatic place! It's hard to b-be consistent in the results if one tiny bit can change everything! It—”

The blabbering died by the sound of her flat hand hitting his cheek with all her might. He felt the electric pain shooting through his nerves, almost knocking him to the ground by how she liked using all her strength when putting him into his rightful place.

“I so not care about your excuses, Ray…” She mumbled threatening low.

He rubbed his cheek to ease some of the pain. Yet the tears strung in his eyes regardless. Not brave enough to meet hers again.

“You embarrass me, the entire Goetia family!...” Her hand wiggled as she must've caused herself some pain by the impact as well. “Have some class and skill for once in your otherwise useless existence… For all our sakes. You're a fucking headache like this.”

He lowered his head as deep as he could — letting her spit the words with the venom of hatred he made her feel towards him since what felt like forever. Without waiting for a response from him, she turned on her heels to leave the room. Her golden locks curled around her arm gently in contrast to her radical movement of tearing the door open. He couldn't even hear it over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.

“Oh, and Ray.” Air thicker than butter.

She looked over her shoulder, much calmer in her appearance now. Both of them knew better, though.

“Do my decision of taking care of you dirty one more time and you can rot away all alone in this castle forever. I don't care.”

“Yes, Ri— My Savior.” He quickly corrected his mistake.

Although he's praying internally she didn't notice, she either did not or she simply didn't care — she just left the room with a bang. Ray's body flinched hard from head to toe at the deafening sound of her going out of the castle. Letting him stand in silence and guilt to think about the mistake he'd done.

Somehow nothing he ever did seemed to be right, good enough or just worth acknowledging with more than a mere nod. A sigh left his beak, coming out from the deepest place of his stomach which still spun uncomfortably fast. His face shifted into a disgusted grimace, forcing him to close his eyes.

Why can't I be better? Not look like a disgrace to the rest of his peers who were more than talented and royal blue than he ever felt. It's unfair, he thought sad. It's unfair that no matter how hard he tried being better, being a Goetia Prince, it was never good enough to anyone. Was he doomed to live in this misery of being a failure forever?

The tears that had been on the edge finally found their premission to run down his cheeks. It made him feel only worse about himself, though. He wasn't supposed to cry. Or be this weak in general. It was disgraceful. With that he took his steps towards the balcony, perhaps some fresh air would help him relax both his racing pulse and the uneasy carousel inside his belly.

On his way, he wiped the tears as well. Although nobody should be able to see him from that height — it was better not risking someone being able to catch him in this state and take a photo for social media. Then she'd make her threat come true, leaving him forever lonely to rot away inside these walls made for influential royals.

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She froze in her place when the doors to the balcony opened without a warning. The sound of marbel hit the glas once they were out of the way — there was the face she'd been avoiding the most, right after the blond bird woman. Her heart stopped working and came to a standstill.

Any plan of escape, the ideas she played through endlessly for her safety now vanished altogether. Leaving her defenseless to the loud gasp of the Prince. Who's eyes widened in pure shock when his hands shot up to his chest the same second. Shit, she thought panicked. I'm so busted...!!!

Ray couldn't move for a good while. Somehow his muscles didn't listen to any order after finding an unexpected visitor on his private balcony.

Her purple hair moved slightly with the warm wind of hell. Big, round yellow eyes stared directly into his, as if they tried to reflect his own. She was smaller than him, but to be fair, most people were. A sinner... he noticed immidiately because of her form. She's no native to hell. This cat-like appearance must've been a result of either her sins on earth or the silent story of how she died.

He ears dropped down onto her head, hiding away almost. The panic ate away at her nerves, wondering what punishment a Prince of the Goetias would come up with. After all, not only was she rudely invadig his private place, but she also sneaked around like she's about to actually break in. It made the sweat run down her back.

Then, by the most rooted reflex, she felt her legs shake heavily. "I don't mean any harm!!" She yelled out.

"I- I swear I only pass over your castle t-to reach my town faster-! It- It's not what it looks like-"

However, the Prince didn't take in her justfications, nor the whimmering tone of voice under her words. He kept staring at her. For some reason he wasn't feeling anything. He neither felt anger, nor fear. No worry, offense or confusion. All he could do was look at her roundly shaped face and eyes.

The darkness of earlier suddenly left his shoulders. She was pretty, her straight hair fading into a colder purple down along her strains, her clothes reminded him a bit of that gothic style some people wore throughout their daily lives. The fact she wore no shoes was a good way to realize just how small her figure truly was. These soft looking feet were maybe as big as the palm of his hand.

It's obvious that she couldn't be older than him. Time moved foward differently in hell, yes, but there's this qurik to her that revealed she must've come here not too long ago. The Prince blinked out of his trance — hearing her still ramble while being pressed against the railing.

She's scared, he finally made the conclusion for himself. Her pupils were only a point wide and continued shaking with tremor of pure fear. And while he's having every right to be filled with wrath, his intuiton made him decide to not be bitter towards her. He's able to see she didn't mean to come rob or harm him.

Her fearfull attitude, this slim albeit elegant body of hers, it all screamed innocence. And while it should never be taken for granted — he's aware it was the truth. A foreign wamth spread inside his chest.

"No, stop." He said calmly, lifting his hand.

The way her mouth snapped shut wasn't what he intended, so he shook his head. "I mean... tell me the reasoning."

The air around them burned for her. She had no idea how it felt on his feathers. The soft tone caused mistrust to bubble up. Why was he behaving like she didn't just land on his balcony as a stranger?

Knowing there's no choice, she swallowed the lump blocking her throat. "I... use the castle as a shortcut to reach my city faster, My Prince."

Although they quavered at the edges, the Prince's cheeks heat up until they turned a deep pinkish color due to her words.

The title definitely was nothing new. Despite the most stuff calling him Mr. Ray on his demand, being called a Prince shouldn't have made his heart jump as high as it did. No, he thought half conciously. It's not about being adressed as Prince. She said "My Prince."

What was going on with him? He never felt this way before, clueless he wondered what spell she probably used to tame him for her benefit. For now, however, he didn't mind all that much and instead nodded thoughtfully because of her simple answer. It seemed logical — she's a cat demon. Sneaking around places had been a new gift amongst the torture of this enternal life.

He scanned the floor for a second. Then he raised his eyes again. "You swear upon your wounds its the truth?"

No room to interpert this oath, considering it sounded oddly specific, she breathed through silently. "Yes, My Prince." She swore.

The Goetia noticed the breeze of the night came flowing easier now. Without awareness, a smile creeped under his beak. And while she's no expert on bird demons — she realized that it was a smile indeed. Confusing her further, feeding this doubt that cricled around her head.

"What's your name?" He couldn't help the question.

The stranger blinked once, then a second time. "....(N), My Prince." The fright too present for his and her taste.

(N).. he replayed her name in his mind with his own voice. (N) sounds beautiful. That's the first thing he came up with. Her name was just like her apperance. It was beautiful. His smile widened an inch.

"How long have you been using my castle as your shortcut?"

"Since... two months, My Prince."

"When did you die?"

"Five months ago, My Prince..."

"(N), certainly you're aware of what you're doing."

No answer to reciprocate. Of course she knew, it's not like she was stupid enough to sneak over places she didn't at least did surface research on. All she's able to offer was a reluctant nod. The Prince sighed conflicted.

On one hand it's his duty to punish intruders, regardless their intentions. On the other though, he couldn't deny this shot of excitement once they first made eye contact. This Sinner reminded him of a pet. Of a cute, little kitten that's just seeking shelter when breaking into the back of a house. It didn't mean to cause trouble. It was looking for a comfortable place to rest in.

Exactly that's what she looked like to him. It's not the truth, it couldn't be and neither of them would have the power to convince him otherwise. But maybe, just maybe, he found a new opportunity. Something better than this msierable, lonely life he was forced to live. She looked like she needed shelter — he could give her shelter.

His shoulders relaxed. "Come, (N)." He meant it as an invintation, but sounded more of an order by accident.

The girl's ears shot back into the air. Wiggling her tail unconsciously fast by the insane situation. She knew she couldn't make it if she tried to run away. He'd catch her before she managed to jump off the balcony.

That's it, she shivered defeated. Stomach spinning and making her sick to the bones. He's going to do the worse to me for touching his castle...

Plagued by intense fear, her legs managed to move along his enormous steps regardless. She hugged herself, feeling the goosebumbs even underneath the layers of fur. Praying to whatever's there that it would only result in instant death, that's the best outcome she could imagine. What else would be better?

He closed the doors behind her after they entered the living room. Mint eyes fixated on the handle — a new wave of excitement overcame his system.

His heart pulsed hard in his neck, hands and feet. This was totally forbbiden. He never ever could invite a lower class demon into his private walls. If Rika knew... The mere thought of her finding out ran down in an ice cold shower. With all these warnings, this ungodly risk he took, it was still so thrilling. This had to happen and he told himself it was nothing other than fate.

She's a lost kitten that needed shelter. And he could provide her the best shelter in all of hell. Ray shook himself from the words and turned his head around. She stood in the middle of the room. Taking all attention, as if pulling it onto only her. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, it made him a bit sad he couldn't see her chest now. Yet her face — it was everything.

"(N)," He made her flinch by accident. "Tell me about yourself."

The second the order left his beak, he's bewildered by himself for asking such a trivial thing. Again, he couldnt't win against these intrusive thoughts. She was like a flower than an actual cat when thinking about it. He would scrap through the dirt until she had space to bloom. He's certain she would be gorgeous after she presented him her petals. All he had to do was digging into the depths of the dirt. She would come out.

She licked over her lips in a nervous manner. "I... W-What would you like to know, My Prince..?"

"Whatever there is to learn, Flower. Whatever it is. I want to know."

[laidback-thrills]

What’s the most evil thing Ray has done

Oh, god. That's a tough question, because he's done so much insanely terrible shit that it's hard to quantify at this point. Badness level off the charts.

He has unlimited resources, essentially, at his and his wife's basement laboratory, to do whatever he wants, and he's sick in the head enough to be ...inhumane.

The worst, besides his penchant for sewing people together (The Demon Centipede ended its own life...), is his experiments on the Ars Goetia. His good friends and associates toss him the unruly, misbehaved, unwanted court members for him to carry out his divine experiments. They don't call him the Angel Doctor for nothing— he has a particular sick desire to exploit them, both out of deep curiosity for their angelic background, but also from a personal, spiteful level as a "lower species".

He morphs them into monsters unrecognizable to the source. Poisons them, mutilates them— he fucks with their psyches and terrorizes them on a genetic level, trying to bring out the most painful, holy parts of them. It's almost never pointless, of course– he always has a question he sets out to solve when doing it, but the level of brutality far exceeds often what is necessary, because really, he feels justified in doing it, and honestly?

No one will ever stop him. He's having so much fun.

His behavior is seen, by his wife and his good friends, as nothing short of utterly interesting and delightful.

[dicebound]

Stolas 5e Build

The Barnaby post did so well that I decided to go ahead and make a Stolas build as well. 1. Lineage - Winged Tiefling Owlin again for obvious reasons. Alternatively, you could go for the winged tiefling option and reflavor your appearance as an owl. 2. Class - Wizard/Scribes So Stolas powers as far as we have seen them are demonic, celestial and tied to a grimoire. That gives us a few solid options for classes the obvious being Wizard, Warlock, and Cleric with honorable mention to a single subclass of Druid. Wizard and Warlock both can use spellbooks and have access to a lot of the starry/spacey spells as well as creepy/demonic spells. I'll admit, Warlock and Wizard also hedge out the others a bit in my mind for their access to the Flesh to Stone spell. For Wizard Subclasses I would recommend Order of Scribes or Divination School. Order of Scribes really is just Wizard+ allowing to squeeze everything you can out of your spellbook and really helps shine how important the Grimoire is. Divination school fits the scrying we've seen Stolas do in the past, but doesn't give a lot of star flavor otherwise. For Warlock, Pact of the Tome is a given with Fiend Patron being an obvious choice to represent getting his position and power from the Ars Goetia. The Great Old Patron also stands out for it's expanded spell list and the ability to make thralls, befitting the possession Stolas did while in the human world. For Cleric we've got solid choices in Knowledge Domain and Twilight Domain with his god assumedly being Asmodeus (in D&D/Forgotten Realms terms). Knowledge domain fits gleaming supernatural knowledge from the stars, but Twilight Domain has really strong flavor for night and shadow thats difficult to discount plus the subclass is among the game's most powerful. Finally for Druid, Circle of Stars has the strongest starry flavor in the game but the spell list, lack of demonic flavor, and ties to nature just don't scream Stolas to me.

For the purposes of this build I'm going with Order of Scribes Wizard, but any of these options fit the character and have different pros and cons behind them.

3. Background - Noble The Noble background is stand-out choice for Stolas, not much to be said here. 4. Skills For his Wizard Skills I think Arcana and History are the best choices. With the Noble background he gets Persuasion automatically and for it's pure utility I would grab Perception. 5. Stats With +2 Intelligence and +1 Dexterity from Variant Tiefling (Origins) and using point buy I would distribute his stats as follows: Str - 8 Dex - 14 Con - 12 Int - 16 Wis - 12 Cha - 16 Stolas is described as a "scrawny twig ass" by Stella, leading me to believe that most of physical stats are rather poor. Str as our dump stat and only okay Con, we pump Dex for AC and move on. Int is our casting stat so we prioritize it over all others, with finally a middling Cha and a low Wis. You could swap Wis and Cha around tho, and I'd believe you as he has both been a poor read of people and not very personable. 6. Spells Assuming spells for a 3rd level character, here are my recommendations. You want spells that are spooky or starry in flavor, plus just general utility. For Cantrips I'd grab options like Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Minor Illusion, Dancing Lights. For damage, I'd grab at least one attack roll cantrip such as Ray of Frost or Firebolt and out thematic one such as Toll the Dead or Mind Sliver. If you take Magic Initiate at 1st level you can focus on Wizard's utility cantrips and pick up your damaging options from the feat. As Wizard, Stolas could know any number of spells through spell scrolls and the like. As always choices like Detect Magic, Identify, Magic Missile, Mirror Image, Mage Armor and Shield are just plain useful. For thematic options you want spooky and starry so things like Augury, Shadow Blade, Tasha's Mind Whip, Hold Person, etc. For things we've seen Stolas actually do, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Misty Step, Disguise Self, Darkness and Cause Fear stand out me. 7. Feats (Optional) If your GM allows Feats at First Level, then you have some solid options here. For plain utility Tough and War Caster are solid options. If you went with Variant Tiefling for your lineage, Infernal Constitution is also great as it gives you a lot of resistances for a squishy wizard. For build/fun stuff, Magic Initiate (Wizard/Warlock) are a solid choice to get even more spell options. If you take Warlock in particular, grab Eldritch Blast as the best damage dealing cantrip in the game and one of the options I mentioned in the Spell section. For the 1st level spell, Hex, Hellish Rebuke, Cause Fear and Arms of Hadar stand out to me as good flavor or just useful. Finally, Telekinetic, Telepathic, Shadow Touched, Metamagic Adept and Eldritch Adept can also be fun choices to get more ways of manipulating your spells/options.

for Eldritch Adept in particular, Eldritch Mind, Devil's Sight and Armor of Shadows stand out as very solid options for Stolas. Eyes of the Rune Keeper is flavorful and on theme even if it is more situational.

[generic-lab-assistant]

Background character stuff

[silverwolfstuff]

CHAPTER TWO (Stolitz)An Unexpected Twist

18:00 pm

Goetia Mansion

Meanwhile at the Goetia Mansion, Stolas was cooking for his family. With Stella finally out of the way; he didn’t have to care about her or his status, granted he was a Goetia, he wasn’t big on keeping up with his reputation. He was cooking lamb meat as well as a few other things that were in the pan. Octavia, his daughter, walked in and sat at the counter. The prince looked over his shoulder, using magic to keep cooking and not set anything on fire. 

“Is everything alright, my owlette?” he asked, seeing her look of discomfort. The young avian looked at her dad and then at the doorway where Loona walked through, panting. 

“Too many- damn- steps,” she panted, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. The two avians looked at her, confused. Well, Stolas was confused. He looked at his biological daughter and adopted daughter. 

“Will either of you tell me what is going on, please?” he asked, raising a brow at the two girls. Loon held up a paw, answering a quick text from Millie. 

“You know how Blitz had a mission today?” Via said to her father, glancing up at him with a subtle look to her sister. 

“Yes? What happened?” The two sisters looked at each other. Via sighed, deciding to just get it done and over with. 

“Dad got hurt… Worse than you did with Striker,” she said, watching her dad. Stolas blinked before he opened a portal to the hospital, immediately going to his husband’s room. He gasped softly, going to his bedside. 

“Blitzy,” he whispered and delicately touched his horns. Blitz opened his eyes a little bit and smiled at the owl, hissing in pain. 

“Hey, birdbrain. I’m fine, just a little banged up,” he chuckled softly, leaning into his husband’s touch and smiled softly. Millie and Moxxie ran into the room, panting. Moxie rambled off an apology to his boss and sat down beside his wife and the two sisters. The two lovers basked in one another’s warmth. Blitz moved over and let Stolas sit beside him, curling up into the prince’s arms. Eventually the small family, including M&M, were fast asleep in the small hospital room. 

8:00 am

By dawn when the sun of Hell’s rays bled through the window, Blitz woke up and found himself in a more comfortable bed rather than what he was sleeping in last night. He sat up in bed, rubbing his head with his hands and hissed in pain when he felt his horns. Oh yeah. He forgot that happened. He slowly stood up and used the bedpost to lean against. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, rubbing his head. He had a headache and he didn’t know why. He looked at his tail… Well, that explained why it was hurting. He couldn’t remember what happened other than they were interfered with during a mission and it hadn’t ended well, at all. He groaned softly, using the wall as he walked to the ensuite connecting to the bedroom, washing his face with a cloth, well, as good as he could with one good hand. He touched his horns. Acid rain. Lovely. He splashed cold water on the burns before getting dressed, sliding his overcoat on and headed downstairs, only then to get embraced into a hug from his husband.  

“Ow, ow. Ribs, babe,” he squawked out to his owl lover. He took a deep breath when he was let go and used the counter as leverage to keep himself up right. Stolas frowned and picked him up bridal style, setting him on the counter, softly preening him and kissed his cheek. 

“Are you alright, darling?” the prince asked gently, stroking his arm softly. Blitz shrugged, leaning into his touch and sighed softly. 

“Yeah. Just banged up. I’m fine,” he promised, looking at his daughters and gave a small smile, rolling his eyes and let the wolf and the young owl to hug him tightly, as well as his husband. He sighed softly, curling into the embrace, laying his head on Stolas’ fluffy chest, wrapping his tail around the owl’s, resting his head against his and leaned up for a small kiss when the teenagers pulled away from their parents. Loona and Via gave each other a look before they left the room, deciding to give the two a moment to themselves. Blitz leaned into Stolas, staring into his red eyes happily and adoringly. Stolas smiled, cupping the imp’s face with a feathered hand. 

“I’m sorry,” Blitz mumbled, closing his eyes and let the owl preen him softly. 

“What ever for, darling?”

“For screwing up.”

“Blitz… Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong,” the owl assured, rubbing his back softly and kissed his forehead gently, holding the imp close to his chest, allowing the smaller demon to feel small and wrap himself around his larger form. Blitz nodded and sighed heavily as he leaned into the owl’s arms and melted into his touch. Stolas held him in his arms, picking him up from the counter and walked back upstairs with him to their bedroom, setting him on the sink’s counter in their shared bathroom. 

“Stols, I have to work…” Blitz mumbled, glancing up at his feathery husband, raising a brow when he noticed that the owl was turning the water taps on, starting a bath. The owl hooted, looking over his shoulder and smiled at his husband, pressing a small kiss to his forehead and stroked his arm gently. The imp knew that there wasn’t any use in trying to argue with the avian prince. He sighed softly and wrapped his tail around his waist, glancing out the window that was in the large ensuite. He looked at his husband adoringly, and reminded himself that things were okay, he was okay. He could trust Stolas, Via… The rest of the ragtag family. He perked up when Via stuck her feathered hand in through the door, peaking into the room. 

“Is everything alright, starfire?” Stolas looked over his shoulder, tone gentle and light as he asked his daughter. 

“Erm…” She stepped into her parents bathroom and shut the door a little, her arms crossed over her chest with a small sigh. 

“Mum’s here… And she wants to talk to you,” she said and looked anywhere except her parents' eyes. The imp and the avian prince looked at one another. The owl placed a charm on the water in the tub to keep it warm before he put on his cloak and walked with his daughter hurriedly to the mansion doors. Blitz followed closely behind his husband and daughters. Loona looked at her dad, worried and concerned written on her face. 

“Blitzy,” Stolas looked at his husband gently, kneeling to kiss him with a small smile. The imp swung his knife in his hands with the same menacing smile. Via looked worried.

“She wants me to go with her for the weekend… Dad, I don’t want to anymore,” she told him honestly and truthfully, sighing softly before opening the door when Stolas told her to. Stella glared at her ex. 

“What the fuck, Stolas? We had an agreement! Octavia would be with me on the weekends and with you and the imp on the weekdays,�� she shouted. Stolas held his head high and looked past her shoulder, brows furrowed a little. He must be seeing things. He wasn’t. There was something… Someone in the bushes. Ash, twin brother of Alastor, was keeping an eye on… His brother’s ….prey while he rested since he’d just gotten done with his season. The younger demon glared at Stella, eyes red before disappearing into the void. 

“And Via has her own opinion in this agreement, Stella. If she wishes not to go, she does not have to. I suggest you leave before Blitz-,” he said, glaring at his ex wife. However, he was cut off by Stella screeching. 

“That… Pathetic imp? Really?”

“Hey. You’re talking to a guy who kills people for a living,” the demon piped up, looking at his husband’s ex, spinning his knife faster. 

“You married him?! What did your father think that you married an imp? You and I both know well-.”

“I don’t care! I don’t care about my status or my reputation, Stella! I married Blitz, yes and I did it out of love. The only reason we married was because we were forced to. I don’t give a damn what my father thinks. He’s already as neglectful as it is. I don’t need you harping down on me and making it any worse. It’s bad enough my own mother isn’t here to see any of this… Any of what I have done to be this far in my own life. The only thankful thing about my father that I can think of is when I was younger; we went to Loo Loo Land… And there I met Blitz. From there on out; I knew he was the one and not just with a friendship. So, no Stella. I don’t care what my father thinks,” he said, eyes glowing red as he neared his demon form. Stella was taken back, having not expected that at all. She huffed, lost at words before leaving the mansion. Blitz looked at his husband and came to his side when the avian prince sank to his knees. Via closed the door, kneeling beside her dad before hugging him tightly. Blitz and Loona followed and hugged the owl. Blitz knew that feeling. He knew the pros and cons of having daddy issues. He burrowed his nose into the owl’s feathers, wrapping his tail with Stolas’, hugging him tightly as the owl silently cried into the arms of his loving and supporting family.