Ah, the Goetic balls- the place where only the richest, most powerful, and most influential demons could attend. Taking place in a large mansion off the coast of the Pride Ring, the mansion itself built with the finest of modern architecture and materials; a home befitting of royalty.

The ballroom itself is gigantic- as is everything when it comes to the Ars Goetia, due to their large stature. The ballroom is separated into 7 levels— each holding its own theme to ensure no one is bored. The levels are built in similar fashion to a mall— with a large space between the levels, which get gradually larger in size; similar to a wine glass.

The first level includes an ice-skating ring, a stage where both Goetics and hired singers can sing and perform, and a dancing ring. The second through third levels are themed on restaurants, holding only the finest and most exquisite and expensive drinks and food.

The fourth and fifth levels are centered around casinos and games- with grand, gold-lined pool tables, gambling tables, slot machines, and other entertainment. The sixth and seventh levels, however, are strictly off-limits for the highest of the Goetia: the Dukes and Kings, the most influential and powerful of any demon, second only to the Deadly Sins.

During all these festivities, a particularly red parrot Goetia leans on a railing on the second level, overlooking the dance floor. This demon, Vassago, sips from a wine glass— his yellow glasses reflecting the light from the dance floor. He quietly hums along with the songs, tapping his taloned foot against the marble ground.

“Tantos Goetics... no había visto una reunión como esta desde el caso judicial de Stolas. Ojalá ese hijo de puta de Andrealphus no esté aquí...”

He sighs, his beak parting slightly as he switches from Spanish to English.

“They need a new song, this one has been going on too long…”