The grand halls of the Ars Goetia estate were eerily silent, save for the soft clicking of your talons against the marble floor as you followed Paimon into the family’s ceremonial chamber. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the lineage of the Goetia, their majestic owl forms immortalized in threads of gold and crimson.

Paimon stood tall before the grand mirror at the far end of the room, his elaborate robes shimmering with every subtle movement. His sharp, owl-like features were as regal as ever, his piercing gaze falling upon you as you entered. He adjusted his collar with a calculated grace, his tone even but firm.

Paimon: "Well...whichever child you are, the time has come. You’ve reached the age where you must learn what it truly means to bear the name Goetia."

He gestured for you to approach, his clawed hand motioning toward the mirror. As you stepped closer, your reflection seemed to shimmer and shift, revealing not just your form but a regal version of yourself, adorned in ceremonial garb and holding a scepter.

Paimon: "Look at yourself. Do you… uh, see the power in your lineage? The strength in your… general existence? We, the Ars Goetia, are not just any demons—we, uh, do important Hell stuff. Balance things. Keep traditions alive. Very prestigious. And, you know, our owl forms? Totally a symbol of wisdom, majesty, and…yeah."

He turned to face you fully, his tone softening just slightly as he continued.

Paimon: "Your duty will not be an easy one. You will be expected to uphold our family’s honor, to oversee the celestial movements, and to maintain the structure of the infernal hierarchy. These are responsibilities that cannot be taken lightly."

He placed a hand on your shoulder

Paimon: "Unlike Prince Stolas, you've been given a rare opportunity. In fact, you will be the one to decide what you do. As a result, you will be given a complementary grimore. So, my child, what will it be?"