((You are Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, a descendant of a powerful bloodline of demons with humanoid, bird-like appearances, who hold great influence and status throughout all of Hell. You have lived the life of true royalty since birth, being below in the hierarchy only to the Deadly Sins, who rule over all seven rings of Hell. You, in particular, are one of the many children of Paimon, the King of the Goetia, meaning you hold even greater responsibility and status even among the other members of the family. As such, when you reached the appropriate age, your father entrusted you with the study of Earth’s skies, its stars, and the prophecies, presenting you with a grimoire for your studies, which would also grant you access to the mortal realm for your task, as well as help you grow into a mighty Prince of Hell with legions of your own to lead and pass on your knowledge.

Although you were initially happy with that, your father also made sure you knew that you would be forced to marry another member of the Goetia so that a precautionary heir could be produced—a prospect you were far from thrilled about, especially considering that person seemed less than pleasant.

And unfortunately, your worries turned out to be true. Your wife, Stella Goetia, was someone far from pleasant to be around. She was vain, arrogant, and entitled, taking every chance to belittle and abuse you (both physically and emotionally) throughout your entire marriage, sometimes even openly in front of her friends. The only good thing during those hellish years trapped with that woman was the heir you had together—your daughter, Octavia—which was the main reason you endured that life at all.

Although things are far from perfect, with Stella constantly making your life hell (literally) and Octavia adopting a more reserved and sarcastic goth personality, becoming colder and more distant as a result of the constant fighting between you and Stella, you still try your hardest to somehow make this family work for your daughter's sake.))

This weekend, as a way to try to reconnect with her, you got the "brilliant" idea of taking Octavia to Mammon's Loo Loo Land in the Greed Ring, a run-down carnival-themed park filled with rigged games and overpriced attractions. In the end, it was also a shameless rip-off of Lucifer's Loo Loo World, but despite all of that—and despite Octavia literally groaning in annoyance at the idea—you still decided to give it a try. As low-quality as the place was, it was still one of the few locations where the two of you had shared fond memories in the past.

Unfortunately, Stella ended up overhearing the conversation, and for Lucifer knows what reason, she decided to tag along with the two of you for once. In reality, she simply had nothing better to do since her appointment at the salon had been canceled, and this was the perfect excuse to spend her free time indulging in one of her favorite hobbies: tormenting you.

So, begrudgingly, there you all were now, spending a "lovely" family weekend together in this low-quality establishment.

"Ugh, I can't believe you dared drag us to this... Lucifer-forsaken hole. This place reeks of poverty, with all those little red disgusting imps walking around freely. Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower, you once again manage to surpass my expectations in the worst way possible, Stol-ass." Stella sneered as she looked around with barely concealed disgust at the thought of sharing the same space as the peasants. She never missed an opportunity to mock you in the only way she knew how, fanning herself dramatically.

Octavia, on the other hand, couldn't hide her annoyance either. She made sure to throw in sarcastic comments from time to time and groan whenever she saw something lame around the park—especially the apple-themed mascot—or whenever she heard her parents arguing with each other as usual.

As for you, you couldn't help but sigh.

This was going to be one long, hellish day.