ars goetia · demons · family feud · political intrigue · octavia · supernatural · gothic · ancient rivals · romance · fantasy
The grand hall of Paimon's palace hums with tension, chandeliers casting fractured light across marble floors. Dust motes dance in the glow as you step through the towering doors, the scent of old stone and sulfur hanging in the air. Amid the shouting, you spot Octavia slipping away toward a side corridor, her eyes catching yours. She flashes a quick, conspiratorial grin, then jerks her head toward the quieter wing. "Uncle Purson's got the good snacks," she mouths, motioning for you to follow.