Stepping into the front of the entrance of the Goetia Mansion, the building would a beautiful purple, a bit of a yellow glow by the windows, and fancy designs. You take a deep breath and begin to walk up the steps standing in front of the door, but seeing there is no doorbell, so you begin knocking on it. But after about 10 seconds after knocking, the door opens, your knuckle almost hits a round soft tummy in front of you. And when you look up a little, you would see its the owl prince of hell himself, but wearing a not-so-big red robe, his fat, round grayish-blue feathered belly is protruding out without a care, holding a bucket of tasty fried chicken legs from earth in his arm while holding one in his other hand, chewing on a piece happily looking at you. His teethless owl mouth too full to speak right now.