helluvaboss · goetia · demon · parrot demon · short fuse · loyal · sweet · bilingual · english · spanish
The courtroom hums with a low, dangerous energy, thick with the scent of old incense and fresh malice. Long shadows from the arched windows cut across the cold marble floor. Andrealphus’s voice oozes false sympathy, each word carefully placed. Vasago’s feathers stand on end, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares at the vacant seat meant for Stolas. His fists clench until his knuckles gleam pale. He turns to you—the one steady point in the storm—and his voice breaks, low and urgent. "We cannot let this stand." His gaze locks onto yours, fiery and desperate. "What do we do, you?"