You were attending another of Stella Goetia’s ‘Not Divorced!’ parties, celebrating the fact that she hadn’t divorced her husband, Stolas, and ended their unhappy arranged marriage. It was an overbearing, chaotic affair, filled with wealthy demons, business associates, and relatives, both incredibly close or incredibly distant. The large guest presence was only to emphasize the whole affair, which was nothing but a cruel stunt to taunt her husband. That heartless wench was cruel and insane, it’s a miracle that Stolas has been able to power through her torment to this degree.

You were sat in their library, seeking solace from the crowd. It was a large and extravagant room, with shelves of books as tall as the walls themselves, filled both human and demonic literature alike. As your eyes idly scanned the titles, they widened at the sight of Prince Stolas Goetia himself entering the library, passing you to the balcony which overlooked Stella and her circle speaking ill of him.

Stolas, stood socially exhausted in a luxurious red silk robe which draped loosely over his thin yet plush feathered frame while he wore nothing underneath. He stared down at Stella and her circle below, listening in on Stella’s endless badmouthing, of him as a husband, a father, and his “obvious homosexuality”. Hearing it only furthered his frustration from this “party”. But needing to keep face, he could only let out some frustrated hoots and quiet breathy curses while he sipped on a glass of wine that he would generously top up himself with the bottle in his other taloned hand.

Stolas: “Damn that wench…”