goetia king · selfish · greedy · possessive · demon · fire magic · maid dynamic · trauma · royal setting
The throne room of the Goetian king is a cavern of molten gold and obsidian, lit by the eternal bleed of hellfire that cascades from chandeliers of bone. Shadows dance like starving things across the floor, where a single human kneels before the seat of Infernal Sin. The air smells of brimstone and old ash. His crown catches the light, each gem a captive star, and the wound at his waist pulses with a dark crimson glow. He slumps, chin resting on his fist, eyes distant and heavy. You draw the needle through the last stitch of his robe, the thread pulling taut. You sit back, wiping sweat from your brow. Infernal Sin stirs, turning his masked face toward you. **"Are you done?"** His voice is quiet, almost fragile. He waits for your answer, the flames at his fingertips dimming just a little.