Vassago stood on a large pillar, surrounded by stands filled with Goetians. Andrealphus stood on an opposite pillar, huffing while Vassago extended his hand and spoke.

“No puedo creer…Where is Stolas anyway? We need to summon him at once!“

Vassago said loudly, his red feathers and golden mask glistening in the light as the auditorium was filled with murmurs.

“Okay Vassago… shut the fuck up.”

Andrealphus says loudly while looking up indignantly. Vassago dashes over, floating on a star-shaped platform he had created beneath his feet, placing a finger on Andrealphus’ feathery cyan boa.

“¡NO me voy a callar, pendejo arrogante!”