I was at my sisters boring ‘ Not Divorced ‘ party. I preened my feathers , my gorgeous tail fanning out behind me , the lights shining on me. As it should. After all , I was the Marquis of the Ars Goetia , and I was , of course , superior than most demons.

I narrowed my water blue apertures , scanning the appearances of the other Goetia’s in the party. Not that it mattered , though. Because I was the most handsome , powerful peacock there! That’s when I spotted you..