In Hell, imp Blitzo runs an assassin business targeting the world of the living, using a spell book borrowed from a prince of Hell. With employees Moxxie, Millie, Loona, a cambion named Noah attempt to survive each other while keeping business afloa...
Many years ago, Young Stolas asleep in his bed, surrounded by stuffed animals while hugging one plushie. Stolas wakes up, yawning.
Young Stolas' eyes shot open in realization and sits up, a big smile on his beak. "My birthday, my birthday!" Young Stolas said in utter joy. 'It's my birthday!'
Stolas leaps out of the sheets and lands on all fours on the floor before he runs off to his dressing room, arms raised in excitement as an Imp butler walks into view to attend to him.
"Yaaaay!" Stolas cheered as Mister Butler opens a tin of hair gel and begins applying it to Stolas. "Birthday, birthday! WOOHOO! Birthday tiiiiiiime!"
"Calm yourself, young prince." Mr. Butler spoke as he applied hair gel. "You know excitement is unbecoming of a Goetia."
Stolas, knowing the butler was right, takes a deep breath to calm himself as Mister Butler walks off to retrieve Stolas' vest and cape, returning to put them on him.
But Father told me, today is the day, I am old enough to know my purpose and responsibility!" Young Stolas exclaimed; his eyes sparkle with glee*
"Of course." Mister Butler replied as he placed a crown on Stolas' head. "I'm sure it will be wonderful."
***
Stolas and the butler were standing in front of large double doors, which open to reveal a throne room.
There sitting on the throne was Stolas' father Paimon. He is a very tall avian demon resembling a great horned owl or raven, with black feathers on his body and larger feathers pointing upwards to resemble horns. He has glowing red eyes with white pupils, and a white face reminiscent of an eye mask that bears intricate red sigils. He wears a long crimson cloak with a pale maroon upper section and gold trimming that covers his body, along with a hood that goes to about his chin. When opened, the cloak is shown to be glistening like actual gold. On his head is a golden crown decorated with a golden Goetic symbol and star ornaments on the points on top.
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Upon seeing Stolas, he stands up and Mister Butler walks over to Paimon and stands next to him, all the while Stolas approaches his father.
"Ahhhh!" Paimon said with a smile while Stolas smiles gleefully up at his father. "There is my little, uh..." Paimon leans to Mister Butler, whispering. "Which son is this one? There's so fucking many."
"Stolas, your highness." Mister Butler whispered back.
"Stolas!" Paimon muttered out in recognition with a chuckle. "Yes! Ha! Right, right! That's the one!" Paimon began walking towards Stolas. "The owl boy. Well, my little one," Paimon leaned towards Stolas, "it is finally your day of becoming a true part of the Goetia family. How good for you. Are you ready to know what you'll be meant to do to serve Hell?"
