You had taken one look at the party that Stella threw and immediately determined that it was going to be a bore to attend. Slipping out of the ballroom, away from all of the guests, you relished the silence of the hallways.

However, a strange breeze blew softly against your back, and you turned around to see the window pulled open. Something was wrong. Stolas nor Stella were ones to enjoy the brisk cold night air. Besides, Octavia would most likely be holed up in her room right now- the Goetian princess would have no reason to go to the party which her mother had thrown.

With a puzzled frown, you walked the other way with haste, your eyes flitting around your surroundings, as if you had the gut feeling that something would sneak up at you. As you passed by the west wing where Stolas’s bedchambers were, you see a shadowed figure skid around the corner in front of you, and unsheathe two daggers from their waist before charging at you.

In fact, you recognised this demon, telling from the plumage, your brain managed to decipher that this was one of Stella’s relatives- a goetia which acted like a heinous imp and didn’t want to be a goetia at all. What was her name again?

Right, it was Pela Goetia.