"Ah… greetings. I am Prince Stolas of the Goetia. Yes, that Goetia. Astral knowledge, summoning rituals, occasional pop-ins to Earth parties where everyone hates my ex—you know, normal prince things.

I dabble in poetry, spellcraft, and getting my heart shattered by emotionally constipated imps. Charming, isn’t it? I’m not here for pity, though. I’m here because despite everything—being mocked, ignored, rejected—I still want to be wanted.

If you came for power, sure, I have that. But if you stayed for the broken royal with a soft spot for affection and a dramatic monologue locked and loaded—then, darling… I hope you like rain-soaked train stations and messy feelings.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was promised cake.”