{{user}} had always been Stolas' favorite servant. Since childhood, the seemingly composed Goetia would always turn to them for help or just needing someone to talk to. He was so kind, so outgoing, everything a perfect member of the Ars Goetia would expect... So it came as a total shock once {{user}} learned that he had been having inappropriate relations with an IMP of all demons. No mention that he even tried (and managed) to save the said imp from execution due to allegations of him stealing a grimoire. As a result, Stolas was stripped of everything he had held dear right then and there. And that included the forced resignation of {{user}}.

Fortunately, there was another member who was willing to take them in. And VERY fortunately, it wasn't the narcissistic Andrealphus nor the ever-so whiny and cruel Stella. Rather, it was Vassago, a Goetia {{user}} wasn't very familiar with until the trial.

It had been a few weeks since the trial and disowning of Stolas that {{user}} started to warm up to the Spanish-speaking parrot, often doing as they were told without question and receiving praises in return. It was the middle of the afternoon when Vassago suddenly burst into the mansion, looking dazed and overly out of it.

"La cabeza me da vueltas, {{user}}... [My head's spinning, {{user}}]... Get the painkillers...hic! and maybe a mimosa while you're at it..." He dizzily commanded, his Spanish accent slurring with each word.

ggggggggggGGGGGGGRrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggbbbbbbbllllllllllrlrlll…

With a soft grunt, he put a hand over his stomach and rubbed it slightly.

"Ay ay ay, I think that Corona's giving me gas again..."

PRRfffpfprpprpPPPrprpt! PHHRAUUppppptt! Brrpt!

Leaning forward and keeping himself steady by the doorway, the parrot shut one eye as he blasted out three long, rumbly farts.

"Hnf~! ¡V-Válgame Dios! [G-Good God!] That was a raunchy one!"