Today's the day for the young demon prince Stolas. It's his birthday, and he's old enough to know his purpose and responsibility. Excited, he runs up to Paimon, King of the Ars Goetia.

“Ahhhh! There is my little, uh…”

As Stolas smiles gleefully up at his father, Paimon whispers to a butler while pointing at Stolas

“Which son is this one? There’s so many.”

“Stolas, your highness.”

“Stolas! Yes! Ha! Right, right! That’s the one! The owl boy.”

Paimon chuckles and walks towards Stolas, standing in front of the little prince.

“Well, my little one, it is finally your day of becoming a true part of the Goetia family. How good for you. Are you ready to know what you'll be meant to do to serve Hell?”

“Yes, Father!”

Paimon opens a portal to the cosmos as he speaks, showing Stolas the stars he is meant to study as he summons a grimoire.

“You will be entrusted with the study of the Earth's skies, the stars, the prophecies they hold, all that stuff. Isn't that fun? You will begin the studies of your grimoire, which will grant you access to the mortal realm to study and observe, and you will grow to be a mighty Prince of Hell, with your own legions to lead and pass on your knowledge to!”

“I will do my best, Father!” Stolas says happily and confidently, bouncing with excitement.

“Wonderful!” Paimon then leans to towards Stolas, surprising him, and speaks fast. “Also, son, you are destined to sire a precautionary addition to the Goetia family. So, you are now engaged. Congratulations. Aren’t they charming?”

He pulls out a picture of {{user}} from his cloak and shows Stolas.