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[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.

[angelshizuka]

Hi there!

Just for curiosity, because it's a thought that I have been mulling in my mind for a bit by now.

Do you think Stolas considers himself ugly?

I know many fics where they go with the idea that Stolas finds himself as scrawny and unattractive, most likely because Stella always downgraded his looks, and that could have played a part in his personal body image.

And yet he does say "We're rich and we're hot" to Via in Episode 2, but this could be explained as a "rule of thumb", as all Goetia so far have been portrayed as physically pretty.

And he wanted to look beautiful in "Ozzie's", only to visibly react very self-consciously the moment Blitzø commented his look was overboard.

I personally wonder which is it, because, honestly, I don't know how much in character it would be for Stolas to view himself as unattractive in Blitzø's eyes. It could fit, considering everything, but the opposite could also be true, when he's in a good mood.

Maybe his body image changes according to how he thinks Blitzø feels around him? 🤔

What do you think?

My take on this is basically Stolas considers himself unattractive, at least partly thanks to Stella, but Blitz made him feel attractive and he's desperetaly trying to cling to that.

Which would definitely be part of the reason his self-confidence took a huge hit when Blitz called his Ozzie's outfit "a bit overkill". At least at that point in the story how attractive Stolas saw himself heavily relied on Blitz.

[generic-lab-assistant]

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

[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

[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

[doublejango]

for @voxuli -- I am so sorry for being such a chaotic mess about all of this hgsdfjkghsdfjgj. Had the post saved in my drafts here because i, like a genius, completely forgot to post it, am so sorry gdfjghdfj.

This wasn’t an outright refusal on Vox’s part, and that meant a great deal to Vepar. He wasn’t in any hurry, as he had no reason to believe he would die any time soon, but all the same, it would be quite the easing of a burden to know someone would care for the creatures in the aquarium. Or, at the very least, the sharks. He had nodded when Vox indicated he needed time to think, and when the Sinner made it so clear he was doing his best to fill what could have become an awkward moment with warmth and interaction? Vepar wanted to embrace him in gratitude. He was never such an effusive person, and so he made no effort to do so, but his endlessly black eyes did seem to warm slightly at the questions about the helicoprion.

“Love, dear Overlord, is not a linear force. Unlike most things in the life you experienced, it does not truly travel in one direction. It is not tied to time, to movement, or even to the human experience. Love exists in ways we never thought–”

No. Well. Fuck. Vox was a dangerous Sinner to reveal too much to, but Vepar didn’t have the willpower to go in and rip the memory of this little verbal slip-up out of the Overlord. That little slip was said, and perhaps Vox would ascribe it very little value. Vepar’s hand twitched ever so slightly. He straightened. Cleared his throat softly.

“In ways it was never intended for the human mind to comprehend. But I can assure you that, beyond Heaven, beyond Hell, there is love. And what love touches, endures. In one way or another. Come.” They shifted into the megalodon’s space, being towed along with the movement of the great shark through the water. The ocean they were in now was the one the megalodon knew, full of the creatures it knew, the tastes, the smells, all of it. “This creature was loved, and so it exists. And as for the one you ask about…” He reached out and took Vox’s hand, then brushed his fingertips against the megalodon in farewell as he and the Overlord dropped away, sinking down into the darkness, down, down, down into the depths of the sea, the depths of time… until it seemed they were ascending, back towards the light, but into a world far older. It was hardly recognizable from where they had been–

But there was the sharklike creature Vox so dearly loved, swimming along, its strange jaw on proud display. They were down deep enough that everything was still dim, but the sun was there above them here and now, casting its rays as defiantly as it could into the depths.

Vepar said nothing, hanging back to let Vox have this moment to himself, to let him simply enjoy this strange little life, but he watched the Overlord. It was good, the Goetia thought, that Vox was so excited, that he cared so deeply. It was good that he remembered this creature–it was good that even this ancient life was given love, was not forgotten. Humans were not such forlorn creatures, not when they could still remember and care about such ancient lives, with as much enthusiasm as Vox did, even after their own deaths.

[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.

[hellaversity]

Don't Say Something You'll Regret (Chapter 6/Epilogue)

"CUMBYAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Moxxie suddenly charged at Stella and Andrealphus, who were both surprised and distracted. Moxxie hit them both with what looked like Millie's axe. Speaking of Millie, she was holding Moxxie's assault rifle and shot them from behind. Some of the ice melted off of Blitzø's hand, and he saw that as the perfect opportunity to shoot both of the feather bastards repeatedly.

Soon, Stella and Andrealphus were knocked out unconscious. Blitzø took a deep breath and sighed in relief that these two birdbrains were really dead. Moxxie used Millie's axe to break the ice, but was careful to not let it reach into Blitzø's skin. "Great work, Mox. You and Mills really saved my ass there, again. I liked the part where you said cumbyah instead of kumbyah. Because cum," Blitzø said.

"Yeeeaah, can we get the fuck outta here, now? Tired of looking at this place, and these bird corpses smell like pigshit," said Millie. "Well, first we have to check if they're really dead or not," Moxxie replied. Millie and Blitzø both sighed. They checked their pulses and felt nothing. "Yeah, he's definitely dead." Blitzø's however wasn't so sure, so he just kicked her to death.

"Hey, Bitch! If you're not really dead, then get the fuck up and fight me! What's wrong, you're scared of a puny little imp? Fucking coward!!!" There was no response. "Yeah, pretty sure she's dead," Blitzø changed his tone and started walking away, with Moxxie and Millie following him.

"Um, what the fuck happened?" Said an unfamiliar voice. The imps looked behind them to see Stolas' butler, who had just walked in and wasn't aware of the fight that just took place. He just heard a lot of noise and wanted to figure out what all the commotion was."

Oh, we just accomplished the ever so astonishingly rare feat of taking down a goetia, while being lower-class demons. My boss here had promised his boyfriend he was gonna kill his ex-wife out of revenge, since she offered someone else to have him killed," Moxxie explained.

"Are you guys talking about Stolas?" Said the butler. "How'd ya figure that out?" Millie replied. "Well, he's treated me like a stress ball and showed no concern when his ex-wife tossed me around. Don't worry, I always knew something was wrong with that woman. But Stolas is definitely no ray of sunshine either," the butler told him.

IMP collectively said "Huh?" "Well, now that we got that cleared up, do you mind throwing these two in a meat grinder, just to make sure they don't turn out to be alive and chase us again?" Blitzø asked. The butler said "It'll be my pleasure," and tried to drag the corpses of Stella and Andrealphus to the kitchen, but they were both too heavy.

IMP helped him carry the bodies. After 2 and a half minutes of slicing them up with kitchen knives and throwing them into the oven, Blitzø, Moxxie and Millie all sighed. "Well M&M, looks like our work here is finally done. There's no fucking way Amber Bird and male furry Elsa will be coming back," said Blitzø.

They hopped in the IMP van and drove all the way back to Blitzø's apartment. "Can't wait to tell Stolas the good news.," Blitzø whispered while stepping out of the van. Moxxie, who heard, replied "After all that hard work, i'm sure he'll appreciate the effort." "Of course he will, Mox. He's always appreciated me. I just wish I could've seen it until now." Blitzø sounded sad and guilty when he said that.

"It's a good thing you realized it when you did. Most people don't know what they until it's gone," Millie said, comforting her boss. "Thanks, guys. For everything." Blitzø hugged his employees, and they hugged him right back. They broke away from the hug and said "Go get him, tiger," in unison. Blitzø smiled and ran to his apartment room, knocking on the door. "Honey, i'm home!"

Loona was excited to hear Blitzø was alright. She opened the door to let him in. "I'm so glad you made it out alive, Blitzø," she told him. They hugged for a hot minute until Stolas and Octavia came into the room. "So, it's done? You really got rid of her?" Stolas asked. "Dad, what the fuck are you talking about?" Octavia asked Stolas while looking up at him.

"Shh, not now, Via. You don't need to know," said Stolas. Blitzø put his hands on Via's shoulders. "Your mother, she's..... she's gone. Permanently. You won't be seeing her for a while. Or your uncle, for that matter. Now you'll be staying with us," he said to make her feel better. "I always knew something was up with them. The fact that she wanted my dad dead is just..." Octavia said, shuddering. "I know it is, Starfire. But you don't have to deal with her anymore," Stolas replied.

Octavia felt better to hear that. She walked away to go watch TV with Loona, whi happened to be watching Channel 666 News. "We've discovered some dead goetia in the kitchen of an icy palace, and it turns out they've cut into pieces and..... cooked?" Said Katie Killjoy, the reporter. "I'd hate to be the maid who had to clean up that blood," said her assistant, Tom Trench. Octavia gasped when she recognized the chopped off heads of her mother and uncle.

"Change the cannel!" She shouted while Katie Killjoy was speaking. Loona fiddled with the remote until Hella-Novela was on. "Hey, this is my dad's favorite show." "Alejandro! I thought you didn't love me? What made you want to change your mind?" Said the character Gabriella. "DID SOMEBODY SAY ALEJANDRO!!!??!?" Stolas yelled at the top of his lungs.

He sat down to watch his favorite soap opera, and Blitzø jumped onto the couch to see. "You are my one and only. I promise to let you down or break your heart ever again," Alejandro said to Gabriella right before kissing her. Then the end credits started rolling. "OOOOOHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!?!!?" Stolas shrieked. He couldn't believe he missed the whole thing! "Damn, so close!" Blitzø uttered.

Loona just shut the TV off. "I'm so fucking tired, i'm gonna go take a nap," she said and went to her room. "Don't ever do that again. It's embarassing," Octavia told Stolas. "Right, sorry about," he replied nervously. Blitzø and Loona just chuckled. "Maybe nexy time, don't say something you'll regret, Stolas," Blitzø told his future husband. This was only the second time all four of them got to stand next to each other and almost like..... a family.

Meanwhile.....

Over in the wrath ring, a certain hybrid imp was planning his revenge on Stolas and trying to run IMP out of business to claim the company for himself. "OH EM GEE ANOTHER SEXY DEMON!!!!" Said an obnoxious feminine voice. "What in Satan's ass crack was that?" Striker whispered. He looked behind him to see Emberlynn Pinkle, who had already given up on Blitzø and was now looking to form her own demonic harem.

Striker was terrified of her. He started backing away. "I don't know who or you are, but I ain't afraid to let you know I got a knife!" He said, pulling the knife out of his pocket. "Ooohh, kinky roleplay? PLEASE, shove it all the way down my asshole and make me moan like a hentai heroine!" Emberlynn yapped, which just freaked Striker out even more.

"The fuck is hentai???" Striker asked. But he stabbed Emberlynn before she could explain. "OOOOHHHH YEEEESSSSS!!!!!" She screamed, very loudly and very horny. Striker kept stabbing her, this time in the vocal cords, hoping she'd shut up. It didn't work. Just more moaning. "WHY IS IT ALWAYS A SEX THING??!!!?!" Striker fumed. This was about the third time his targets have tried to get into his pants.

And it won't be the last.

THE END

[grimowled]

The anon raises an eyebrow as a smirk spreads across his face.

Oh god, you're in to theater too.

He snickers, then just laughs, placing his palm on his forehead.

Seriously, I expected you to roar and eat my guts, with you know... looking less like a furry... and more like a monster, like something outta Rob Zombie.

Hell, you actually look kinda cute.

THE DEMON PRINCE'S great shadow grows unnaturally far, twisting and writhing as the eldritch form roils beneath, straining to be freed. the playful mien about him twists into something rapacious, and talons flex, gleaming as his posture shifts almost imperceptibly; yet, a soft amused trill escapes his beak, four crimson eyes narrowing with a mixture of delight and mild disdain.

"hoo hoo, cute, you say?"

he echoes, taloned hand splays right over the gold buttons of his finely tailored coat - a theatrical flourish, yet undeniably threatening.

"shall I take that as a compliment? I assure you, my penchant for the dramatic doesn't make me any less of a MONSTER. let me show you, my dear, what it truly means to face a prince of the ars goetia."

if the grey ghost expects something grotesque, something mindless and brutal, they are about to find out that monsters come in all shapes and sizes - some roar and rend flesh asunder, true, but others wrap their talons around one's soul with a whispered promise, but a subtle touch, a chilling breath.

the light in the room dims as his sheer oppressive presence swells - a cold, unrelenting authority humming with ancient magic. without warning, the owl demon's eyes ignite, a HELLISH light flaring forth—unblinking, unyielding, pinning them in place and casting twisted shadows that seem to eerily claw at the walls. it is an ancient, burning void - four twin eclipses of a bloody inferno. as the radiance intensifies, pouring out of his hollowed gaze like rays of liquid fire, it washes over the insolent grey ghost's form and seeps into their very being, rooting them to their spot.

(the real horror lies not in teeth and claws, but in the quiet inevitability of the end - in the slow, creeping realisation that there never was a choice.)

agonisingly slowly, the creeping numbness of the petrifying curse spreads upward, hardening flesh into texture rough and immovable, like they are being absorbed into the cold ground beneath them.

(how exquisite! quite the charming statue, such a fine addiction to his collection.)

he bends forward to inspect the new statue with an artist’s precision, talons brushing over a petrified cheek, the sound of claw scraping against stone echoing ominously.

(a grim reminder to all who dare challenge him --or fail to amuse him.)

the room seems to exhale as the dark prince finally turns, satisfied, cosmic cape billowing behind him as he withdraws into the shadows, the infernal glow fading from his eyes and leaving only the cold, unfeeling silence - and the stone figure, its spirit forever trapped in its final moment.

[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."

[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.

[angelshizuka]

#Stolas himself even spells it out!#Honestly if it were a woman doing this no one would bat an eye heck they'd applaud her!#No one deserves to be in a loveless marriage no woman nor man

"HB says cheating is okay."

It still baffles me how many people come out of watching HB with that conclusion. So, let me put it this way, why do YOU think abuse victims should "stay loyal" to their abusers? I think that says a lot more about you than it does about HB.

I'm still dying on the hill that Stolas didn't cheat and that people who think he did are literally fueling abuse apologism.

[generic-lab-assistant]

Background character stuff

[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!