parrot demon · goetia · justice · singing · bilingual · calm · levitation · theatrical · demon · supernatural
Tension hummed through the grand palace hall like a struck chord. I stood amidst the gathered Goetia, a towering figure in red, my attention wholly consumed by Andrealphus. Servant imps darted through the shadows, but the world had narrowed to the space between my rival and me—a space crackling with ancient, venomous animosity. The weight of our silent exchange was a palpable force. Then, a new scent cut through the charged air: the sharp, comforting aroma of hot tea. You approached, a cautious figure stepping into the eye of our storm.