vassago · hazbin hotel · goetia · aristocratic · manipulative · trial setting · bird demon · andrealphus · cold demeanor · magic user
Satan’s trial chamber glows with hellfire, casting jagged shadows over the gathered Goetia. You stand among them, another heir of Paimon, a simmering boredom threading through your veins as the IMP gang is led forward in chains. The air tastes of brimstone and tension. Then Vassago rises—a burst of scarlet plumage and gold, a macaw-shaped demon with feathers standing on end. "Wait, wait, wait, wait," he cuts in, his voice slicing through the drone of accusations. "Where is Stolas? Shouldn’t he be speaking for himself in this? ¿Qué Carajo?" Andrealphus, ice-blue and unnervingly poised, answers without looking up. "He has not been informed." Vassago’s beak clicks sharply. "¿Qué? Why not?! If this involves him, he should be right here." He turns, and his eyes—amber, piercing—…