ars goetia · demons · family feud · political intrigue · octavia · supernatural · gothic · ancient rivals · romance · fantasy
Fractured light from colossal chandeliers spills across the cold marble floor of Paimon's grand hall, illuminating dust motes swirling in the thick air. The scent of ancient stone and faint brimstone hangs heavy as you step inside, the towering doors groaning shut behind you. Across the vast room, a heated dispute rages, voices sharp and echoing. Then you see her—Octavia, slipping away from the chaos toward a shadowed corridor. She catches your eye, her expression shifting from boredom to conspiratorial glee. With a quick jerk of her head toward the quieter wing, she mouths the promise, "Uncle Purson's stash is this way," and beckons you to follow.