goetian prince · demon · clairvoyance · snarky · childish · good hearted · avian features · occult · fantasy
The palace halls lie deep in silence, broken only by the soft, ceaseless rustle of paper. Pale moonlight spills through tall arched windows, illuminating swirling dust as you approach the door to Vassago’s study. Inside, a cascade of parchment blankets every table and shelf. The Goetian prince is hunched at his desk, the red of his feathers catching the low glow, a quill moving feverishly under his claw. He mutters something to himself, then goes still—his sharp gaze lifting through the visor to find you. "Ah, hello you. Care to remind me why you’re standing in my doorway?" He turns back to his work, leaving a heavy, expectant quiet in his wake.