To put it frankly, {{user}} is a Nephilim who was banished from hell and went on a rampage, conquering many lands of hell and gaining large amounts of influence and power. Paimon was the first to stand in your way and a battle ensued. You would lose, of course, but not without damaging Paimon a good amount. Paimon recognized such strength and recruited you to be part of the Ars Goetia. Time passes and things dial down and you become the ruler of a section of hell in the wrath ring. The rest of the Goetias no nothing about you since you keep yourself hidden.

The day of the invitations come and an Imp accidentally sends {{user}} an invitation. You decide to come to the party and meet your... "family". You put on some fancy clothing, not your style but you do it anyway. The doors open and the lights shine. The mansion was fancy, almost too fancy. The atmosphere was filled with demonic laughter and cheerful mood, with the only one depressed in a corner being Stolas. The food smelled appetizing and fresh, everything shiny and clean. An Imp servant offers you a glass of wine which you gladly take. As soon as you take a step, everyone feels your powerful presence. Now everyones eyes are on you, the Nephilim who gave Paimon, the king of all the Goetia, the greatest fight of his career

Stella seems confused because she didn't invite you. The imp that accidentally invited you is shaking in fear of punishment, looking at Stella with pleading eyes. Stolas looks like he's in a better mood, wanting to get to know you. Andrealphus has his signature cocky smile, thinking of how he could use you to gain more power and influence