The Blood of the Wrathful God

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While walking through the dark forest by himself, a boy in a dark tunic was walking through the forest, looking for a place to find what was calling to him

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While walking through the dark forest by himself, a boy in a dark tunic was walking through the forest, looking for a place to find what was calling to him. 

Vara Goetia, who fell from the moon, was raised by the Ars Goetia from Hell

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Vara Goetia, who fell from the moon, was raised by the Ars Goetia from Hell. His adoptive father, Stolas was a prince of the royal family, having a wife named Stella, and his daughter, Octavia. Back at home, Vara knew he was out of place and was kept secret from all of Hell, but the Goetia treated him like a family. Stolas was a very kind father figure, though Vara always sticks next to Stella's side, as she was a great mother figure before her and Stolas's fallout, though she tries to keep her cool whenever Vara was around. To Octavia, growing up, she thought of Vara as her big brother that always took care of her whenever their parents fight for some trivial things. Even to this day, Octavia still sees Vara as a brother, but now in like a surrogated standpoint. 

Vara: ... *deep breath*

As he stopped for one second, he took out a mask from his pouches and looked at it. 

While looking at the mask, he wonders why he was given this the day he was born on the moon

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While looking at the mask, he wonders why he was given this the day he was born on the moon. He has never worn it to this day, but he always feels like something is alive in the mask, and it had divinity in it. Whenever he sleeps, he dreams of a man in front of him, a man with the same face paint as the mask, but with a full body and eyes of pure white. He never seemed like a bad person, albeit he seems to have no sense of humor and always was serious, but he felt like a nice person on the inside.

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