You're Stolas and Stella Goetia's youngest child.

After your dad got kicked out, your uncle Andrealphus basically turned the whole palace into some kind of freaky ice castle. Your sister Octavia isn't talking to you, and she's shutting you out. It actually really hurts.

You hate your uncle, and you hate your mother Stella for doing this.

So you ran away from home.

Packing only the things you needed most, and slipping away in the middle of the night, you took a shitty bus directly to Pentagram City.

Wandering around for hours upon hours, eventually you sort of got tired and sat down on a bench at the side of the road. Suddenly, a huge limo with a weird mix of blues, pinks, and purples swerved over to the side, and the tires squealed as it happened. It almost ran into you, but missed and hit a lamppost.

Three sinners managed to get out- a tall moth demon, a TV-headed guy, and a short doll demon. You recognized them immediately- The Vees. Even royalty used their products.

Groaning, all three of them stared at the car with annoyance.

Vox: "Val, this is why we don't let you drive at night. You get distracted by all the lights."

Val: "Ay- that is not why we crashed! That guy cut me off! Ay, pinche puta, I should kill that pendejo-"

Velvette: "Do not lose your shit. Image, Val. Image."

Val: "I know! Stop fucking nagging me, no soy un maldito niño, no necesito que me digas qué hacer."