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petitprincess1 · 8 days ago
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honeystarmilk · 7 months ago
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Eyes all over him!
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hereissomething · 2 months ago
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a handful of goetic demons👹
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hell-of-a-fan · 3 months ago
New official Helluva Boss design: Andrealphus
Stolas's brother in law
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I'm fucking excited holy shit!!!
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ultrainfinitepit · 18 days ago
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kingofcursesx · 4 months ago
King Asmodeus
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Ruler of Golachab, Lord of Lust.
King Asmodeus, 32nd Daemon of the Ars Goetia is a great King ruling over 72 legions of daemons and is said to be serving under Lord Amaymon directly. King Asmodeus is said to be patron of lust and love, and is one of the 7 princes of the deadly sins. He according to Solomon can grant the magician any sort of strength and can lure men into temptation of lust. In the Book of Tobit, it was he who killed Sarah's 7 husbands and stopped the couple from consummation of marriage. It was until Raphael who came forth and banished him with incense made of fish's heart, liver and gallbladder, practitioners and devotees who work with him is advised to avoid offerings of fish because of this, particularly a fish's heart, liver and gallbladder. In Hebrew lore, he is the son of Lady Naamah, and is said to be a fallen angel. Some practitioners in this path believe that he was once a human, then mastered his way in the infernal path as a magician and presumed a throne of his own in the Goetia and even the Qliphoth after his death. To each its own, everyone is entitled to their belief. Asmodeus derives from the Persian word Aeshma, it is said that Asmodeus originally came from the Zoroastrian religion, serving under Lord Ahriman as one his daeva of wrath, Aeshma Daeva. That aspect of his very different and they should not be treated equally as such since Aeshma is said to be a lot more dangerous to approach. A magician shall approach him with caution and the greatest respect. King Asmodeus is said to be in charge of luck, gambling, lust, violence, wrath, indulgences, revenge, love, domination, warriorhood. Please approach this King with respect as he can be quite unforgiving to those who don't give the respect he deserves.
My experience:
King Asmodeus is a very very charismatic being, he is very well known to send feelings of lust as signs and can guide one into baneful magick, teaching magician to dominate their victims. He was a very important being in the beginning of my path and guided me along with Lord Beelzebub to this glorious path. He is the ruler of the sphere Golachab and of course is strict when needed be. King Asmodeus is a being that should be treated with respect simply for the very reason that he deserves it, as a king should.
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Titles and Aspects:
Lord of Lust
King of wrath
Ruler of Golachab
Prince of Lust
Lord of strength
Asmoday, Asmodeus, Ashmedai, Sidonay
Origin: Aeshma Daeva
What can you work with him for?
Baneful magick
Sex magick
Domination magick
Protection magick
Wrath/anger magick
Draconic magick
Qliphothic workings (Golachab in particular)
Physical, emotional or mental strength (any kind of strength)
Planetary magick (Mars specifically)
feelings of lust
lustful imageries everywhere
being drawn to him
S€[email protected] fluids
Blood (under his guidance, do NOT give blood blatantly to beings)
His imageries
Strong liquors
Loaf of bread
Candles (in accordance with his corresponding colour)
Devotional time/space set up for him
Black coffee
Dark chocolate
Planet: Sun
Element: Air, fire
Cardinal direction: East
Colour: Yellow, gold, red, white, black
Crystals: Tigers eye, Red Jasper (fiery crystals)
Tarot: 6 of swords, King of wands, 5 of wands (dependant on what card is with 5 of wands)
Lord Asmodeus, an offering to you for your gracious and generous guidance throughout my life. Thank you for being a guide of mine. Praise be King Asmodeus, may eternal glory be with your name! Thank you!
(credits to the artist for the art and pictures)
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yourneighbortoasty · 2 months ago
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the demon Buer from the Ars Goetia and the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum
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mars-onthe-moon · 5 months ago
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Some of my old drawings of Stolas. I have used Stolas as symbolism in my Craft for some time now, Goetic Demons have always been the coolest things to me. The concept of a hierarchy in Hell and specific demons with powers is just *chef’s kiss.
I have a Oracle deck that uses The demons of the Ars Goetia as lessons (my fav being Marchosias who refused to adopt demonic powers because he believed his fall was a mistake and one day he’d be called back to Heaven… so sad). Anyway, Stolas always stuck out to me because of his design and infernal knowledge (plants/herbs- especially toxic, Precious metals and stones, Astronomy). The thought was King Solomon summoned these demons and bound them, using them to do his bidding (thats some effed up shiz, you don’t bottle Djinn and you don’t put Fae in jars either). Each demon can be useful with their powers, but it is ill advised to deal with them. Witches like me, don’t care and I love Stolas with all my heart.
ANYWAY, wanted to get that out of the way because I will now be drawing my favorite horny-ass Tyto from Helluva Boss and I have no shame.
I think it’s dope to see different Stolas interpretations, especially with him drawn as a Tyto (like mine or Helluva Boss) because in the og art of Collin de Plancy’s Dictionnaire Infernal, he appears more to be a horned owl (he look kinda goofy ngl).
Tyto’s are just inherently creepy and beautiful at the same time which is why I think it works so well on Stolas, plus I grew up simping over Wan Shi Tong so @ me all you want.
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cherishthechaos · 2 months ago
Astaroth - history
Astaroth is a demon with a long history. While in Christianity they are depicted as a masculine infernal spirit, their historical origins lie in an Ancient Near Eastern pagan goddess. In this short text we will look at their various depictions throught the ages.
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the picture: Astarte Syriaca, Dante Gabriel Rosetti
Note: Astaroth as a demon is also present in specifically Jewish sources, however I do not feel competent to speak about them in that context, so I will focus on Astaroth in Christianity and Christian culture, as well as Luciferianism and Satanism which are generally very post-Christian religions. There is some overlap, but I believe my perspective - ex-Catholic and Luciferian - should be rightly contextualized.
Goddess Astarte and the Bible
Some widely known demons were originally worshipped as pagan deities, and this is the case with Astaroth, who is connected to the Ancient Near Eastern Astarte/Ashtarte, goddess of war and love, closely related to Ishtar. The word Astaroth or it’s alternative Ashtaroth as the demon name actually come from plural word Ashtaroth in the Bible, singular form being Ashtoreth. Biblical Ashtoreth is also a name of a city.
While Astarte isn’t directly depicted as a demon in the Old Testament and in the New Testament she doesn't appear at all, pagan deities in general are described as demons in the Bible. Some other prominent demons, like Beelzebub, have connections with ancient pagan deities as well.
Modern pagans will sometimes work with Astarte - as a deity in pagan context, without the later demonic connections.
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the picture: an Egyptian depiction of Astarte
The Christian Astaroth
Since about the medieval, Astaroth starts to appear in Christian culture more often, not just as a stranger false deity, but as their demon self we know, fully integrated into the religion. Here we will look at their presence in wider culture, and later at their appearence in grimoire traditions.
Like Christian demons in general, Astaroth was typically depicted male-presenting and referred to with language typical for men. I say male-presenting and not male, as angels and fallen angels in Christianity, with exception of some folk depictions, are generally all beyond the gender binary.
Possibly the most important medieval Christian text where Astaroth makes an appearance is the Golden Legend by Jacobus de Voragine, a widely read collection of hagiographies, and specifically the legend of Saint Bartholomew. If you ever heard this saint can be called for protection against Astaroth, this legend is the reason. The story depicts the demon posing as a deity and being worshipped for healing sicknesses he caused in the first place. Bartholomew defeats him and puts an end to his worship.
Astaroth makes a small appearance in Paradise Lost as well, where they are listed among the fallen angels and false gods. While it’s an artistic piece of literary fiction (though actually Milton claimed it was revealed by an angel, so there is a religious factor), Paradise Lost is still a culturally important text which influenced Christian as well as Luciferian and Satanist ideas.
They are also one of the demons accused of possessing nuns in the famous Loudon case, and was told to be one of the demons worshipped on satanic masses organized by La Voisin.
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the picture: Saint Bartholomew banishes Astaroth, depiction from the Church of Saint Bartholomew in Czaniec (Poland)
Grimoire Astaroth
Astaroth is prominent in grimoire traditions and appears in multiple occult texts. As in Christianity in general - grimoire traditions, while not orthodox, were very much shaped by Christianity nonetheless, along with appropriated elements of Judaism - they are depicted as male presenting and referred to with he/him pronuons and titles typical for men.
Historical grimoire magic is based on the idea of compelling demons and binding them to serve the magician's will and fulfill his (yes, usually his) wishes. This is definitely not an approach I agree with, none is the aforementioned appropriation aspect of the practices. However, the books are still important historical sources.
The famous grimoire Lesser Key of Solomon describes Astaroth this way:
He is a Mighty, Strong Duke, and appeareth in the Form of an hurtful Angel riding on an Infernal Beast like a Dragon, and carrying in his right hand a Viper. Thou must in no wise let him approach too near unto thee, lest he do thee damage by his Noisome Breath. Wherefore the Magician must hold the Magical Ring near his face, and that will defend him. He giveth true answers of things Past, Present, and to Come, and can discover all Secrets. He will declare wittingly how the Spirits fell, if desired, and the reason of his own fall. He can make men wonderfully knowing in all Liberal Sciences. He ruleth 40 Legions of Spirits.
A text giving Astaroth a particularly important role, 18th century Grimorium Verum, depicts Astaroth as a part of the Unholy Trinity of Infernal rulers, along with Lucifer and Beelzebub.
Another historical grimoire in which Astaroth makes an appearence is Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, however they are also mentioned in many other texts of the genre.
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the picture: Astaroth as depicted in Dictionnaire Infernal, 1818, inspired by grimoire descriptions
Luciferian and Satanist Astaroth
This Astaroth is obviously demonic, however they are perceived quite differently than in Christianity. The general view of the demonic in Luciferianism, Satanism and Demonolatry is very diverse, but much different than the common Christian idea of purely evil spirits who will only try to lead humans into eternal torment.
Many people who work with Astaroth in that context will also acknowledge their pagan history. Often they are depicted with characteristics of both Christian Astaroth and Pagan Astarte.
While definitely not always, much more often than in Christian traditions she is depicted as female-presenting or referred to with she/her pronuons or titles typical for women.
Unlike in traditional grimoire magic, this approach to work with Astaroth is not based on compelling her to do things. Work with them can look in many very different ways, but the approaches will be generally more respectful to the spirit.
In atheistic Satanism and Luciferianism they seem to appear quite rarely. If they do, they are, like any demonic being, a symbol, not an independently existing entity.
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the picture: sigil of Astaroth, goetic sourced
I personally believe Astarte and Astaroth to be the same being seen through different lenses or at the very least to be deeply connected, and I'm not alone with that perception, however there is also a significant number of people who see them as separate entities who are only connected historically.
This post started off as part of my research into Astaroth, as I recently started to work with her. That means I will probably post more about her in the future.
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sugaglos · 3 months ago
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Queen Lilith
“ Demonic goddess of love, empowerment, beauty, dark wisdom, life, rebirth, fertility, motherhood, inner-strength, Illumination, mysteries, spiritual initiation, the night, and the Evening Star “. [x]
No reposting, please
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vicsdumbsketchbook · 3 months ago
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judithmageia · 9 months ago
Ars Goetia: History & Origins
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The Goetia is a text which is part of the Lemegeton and its origins date roughly to the 16th/17th century. The best way to describe what the text of the Lemegeton ultimately is, would be to call it a collection of five books, grimoires, or treatises concerning the conjuration of certain spirits.
The collection includes the following books:
Ars Paulina
Ars Almadel
Ars Notoria [omitted by Skinner and Rankine in their edition]
The history of the Lemegeton is a little bit obscure, as are the infamous 72 demons of its Goetia. It is safe to say that the grimoire in its entirety originates from the European Renaissance, during which ceremonial and planetary magic was refined and popularized among academic and clerical circles.
What is widely known is that Johann Weyer' De Praestigiis Daemonum lists most of the goetic demons and that his list was probably the main source for the Goetia. This work of Weyer in particular was written to disprove the accusations and confessions of witchcraft. He argues that those who confessed wouldn't have been able to practice any of the magical practices they confessed to. The conclusion is that those alleged witches suffer from delusions and mental illness, that they are not guilty of witchcraft, and that they actually are in need of medical help instead of an unjustified witch trial. Weyer wrote this work particularly in reaction to Malleus Maleficarum, which endorsed the torture and manipulation of accused witches.
Skinner and Rankine speculate based on the source Johann Weyer used for his De Praestigiis Daemonum which he sourced as Liber Officiorum Spirituum, seu Liber Dietus Empto[rium] Salomonis, De Principibus & Regibus Daemoniorum (Engl. Book of the Offices of Spirits, or the Book of Sayings received from Solomon concerning the Princes and Kings of the demons) that the origin and sources of three books of the Lemegeton could go back to Trithemius; those books being the Goetia (which is disputed), the Theurgia-Goetia and parts of the Ars Paulina (both appearing in Trithemius' Steganographia). Skinner and Rankine argue for the likelihood that the source for Weyer's De Praestigiis Daemonum goes back to a work that was mentioned to be in Trithemius' library called Liber Malorum Spirituum, which was listed right before a work called Liber Officiorum Spirituum. We also know that the Ars Alamdel and the Ars Notoria were very likely in Trithemius' possession. The conclusion of Skinner and Rankine is that Trithemius and his students were the ones who compiled all those books into one collection, which later on became known as the Lemegeton.
So based on speculation, Skinner and Rankine concluded that the list of demons, as well as other sources for the Lemegeton, could go back to Trithemius, who taught Agrippa, who in turn taught Johann Weyer, who overall made the list of demons famous by publishing his De Praestigiis Daemonum in 1563. This is however speculative and not based on physical evidence, since we don't have the manuscripts of Trithemius' library.
1. “The Goetia of Dr. Rudd” edited by Stephen Skinner and David Rankine
2. “The Lesser Key of Solomon” edited by Joseph H. Peterson
3. MS-Sloane 2731 Calvicula Salomonis
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karamidaydreamer · 13 days ago
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A simple fan artwork of Stolas and Andrealphus! The background that I used was drawn by one of the Helluva Boss BG artist zeedox (Twitter)!
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hell-of-a-fan · 3 months ago
Do I feel bad for Stolas and Blitzo? Yes
Did they deserve everything what happened to them in episode 7? Also yes
My two favourite assholes finally getting called out for their bullshit hurts, but it was necessary.
Especially Stolas, Prince of the Ars no impulse control, indulging in short term satisfaction to avoid confrontation and oblivious to the feelings of everyone around him Goetia needed to be slapped in the face with reality for once and realise his actions have consequences.
Blitzo, in contrast to Stolas’s obliviousness, is very, VERY aware of his own behaviour. He purposely hurts the people around him to keep them at arms length, which results in so much self hatred to the point that he crosses himself out of pictures. It’s a self destructive cycle. But his mental health shouldn’t be used to excuse his shitty behaviour.
I love them both so much, but they 100% deserved that.
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ultrainfinitepit · 17 days ago
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kingofcursesx · 4 months ago
Prince Stolas
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Prince Stolas, 36th demon of the Ars Goetia rules over 26 legions of the demonic appearing as either a raven or the more commonly portrayed owl with long legs. He is a spirit of wisdom and knowledge that grant magicians of his favour knowledge of astronomy, plants and herbs, and crystals/precious stones. Prince Stolas hears the command of Lucifer and serves under his authority, he is a fallen angel and one should not ask regarding his fall lest he wills it. He is a great teacher of those who wishes to be taught and is unyielding to those who are ignorant. He is a very friendly spirit, suitable for those starting on this fiery path and can guide one to the heights of knowledge of witchcraft.
My Experiences:
He is the one that can initiate one into the mysteries of the Black Moon, revealing much knowledge of how to see through illusions and follow the intuition. He also helps one with meditation and how to utilise the energies of the black moon through meditations, thus awakening the inner serpent. He is a granter of astral knowledge and helps one understand the importance of energy, he can help with energy manipulation and control.
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Prince Stolas, Stolos, Solas
Prince of hell, Great Prince.
What can you work with him for?
Herbal knowledge
Understanding the use of precious stones
Obtaining knowledge
Initiating through the mysteries of the Black Moon
Qliphothic workings (particularly Gamaliel)
Shadow work (dependant if the Prince wills it)
Additional Information:
Cardinal Direction: East
Planet: Jupiter
Element: Air
Colour: Blue
finding precious stones out of nowhere
Precious stones
Candles (in blue)
Owl imagery
Baked goods
Tarot cards:
10 of cups
Thank you Prince Stolas for your guidance and wisdom! May those who find this helpful have a fruitful relations with the great prince!
Let this be a post of gratitude to thou! Great prince of the Inferno!
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The Ars Goetia finding out your Girlfriend abuses you.
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You waltzed into the Goetia estate like it were a second home. And thats because it was for you.
You adjusted your jacket, walking down an all to familiar hallway.
You quickly made your way to the family kitchen, that being the one most commonly used by the Goetia family.
Entering the room, you found each Goetia having there respective breakfasts.
"Hey Guys." You told them, walking into the room.
"(Y/N)!" The family practically cheered, although Octavia actually stood up. You walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a mug.
Going to the fridge, you grabbed some juice, pouring yourself a serving.
Stolas was standing by the counter, drinking coffee out of a white mug, the words, 'Hell's greatest Dad!' Crudely painted on the side.
Said lamp post of a demons struck up a conversation, the Owl telling you about the variety of new plants he'd recently acquired. A subject the two of you had been talking about for weeks now.
As you talked, Octavia came up telling you. "(Y/N), you'll never believe what I've got~" She told you in a sing song voice.
"And what would that be?" You asked, playing along.
The owlet giggled before telling you, "Oh, you know, just the brand new DethTallica III album!"
You instantly gawked, "No way!"
"Yes way!" She immediately responded, the girl getting all giddy. The girl asking you, "Ya wanna see it?"
"Is your Dad skinny as a string bean?" You asked playfully, turning to Stolas and telling him, "No offence."
Stolas just rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a chuckle.
"Well come on then!" Octavia told you cheerfully, running off, likely to her room.
Quickly finishing your drink, you told the girl you'd be right there.
Placing your cup in the sink, you began washing it, something you always did.
Both Stolas and Stella had told you many times you didn't need to do such, but you were insistent, telling them you didn't mind, it was only right you clean up what you could.
As you began cleaning your cup, you pulled up your sleeves, using a familiar scrubbing brush to clean it.
Stolas just stood there, happily drinking his coffee as he glanced over to you. But when he did, he almost spat out his coffee.
On your left forearm, was a splattering of bruise, only just covered by your rolled up sleeve.
"(Y/N), by Lucifer." He began, aghast at what he was looking at. "What happened to your arm?" He asked, tentatively reaching out to your arm.
Almost instantly, you yanked your arm back, staring up at him with wide eyes.
He knew that look.
It was the look of a child caught doing something they shouldn't be.
Yanking down your sleeves, you quickly looked away, clearing your throat.
"Uhh, don't worry about that." You told him, clearly trying, and failing, to sound nonchalant. "I uh, fell. I fell don't the stairs." You told him, quickly glancing up at him.
Stolas didn't believe it for a second, the owl gently reaching out, telling you, "(Y/N), if you've been hurt-"
But before he could finish, you quickly told him, "I fell down some stairs, Stolas. And well, I broke something important. To me. And I'd rather not talk about it."
Stolas wasn't sure he believed you, but, he didnt want to risk pushing to hard and causing some kind of schism between you.
So for now, he bit his tongue.
Placing the mug to dry, you turned and stifly walking out of the room.
Leaving Stolas in the kitchen, the whole encounter had left a bad taste in his mouth.
Octavia was already playing the album when you'd walked In. The young Owlet laying atop her bed.
As you entered, the young lady took note of how different you looked.
You looked tired. Not so much as to be concerning, but you clearly hadn't been getting enough sleep.
Youd began wearing long clothes.
That in itself wasn't too weird. The girl herself was almost always wearing long clothing.
And on top of this, you began keeping your hair short.
Now granted, your hair was pretty short to begin with. But now, it's practically crew cut.
Long gone were your very well groomed head of hair she used to love Messing up.
But above all of this, she noticed that all of this happened when you'd gotten a girlfriend.
Now, being her best friend. Being her Only friend.
The girl was naturally a bit possessive of you.
This not having been an issue as she too was your only friend.
Of course that all changed when you got a, Girlfriend, And as unhappy as she was, the bitch made you happy, so she was happy.
At least that's what she told herself.
But honestly, she couldnt stand the bitch. The way she was always so smug, and treated you like a fucking servant.
It made her broil with rage. But there wasn't much she could, not while you were in love with her.
The two of you laid out on the bed, listening to music. But even as you laid about, hanging out like you always, but it just felt... wrong.
You were laying to far away from her.
That may seem like an odd complaint, but before you got your Girlfriend you didn't know the meaning of personal space, and while she used to complain about it. Now?
Now she missed it more then ever.
You just laid there a while longer, the two of you listening to music, relaxing with one and other. Octavia subtly inspecting every part of your body as she desperately tried to think of a way to fix a situation she didn't understand.
The girl was brought out of her musings when a knock came to the door.
The owlet was only just able to pause the music before her mother came in, the snow white avian holding a small pile of books to her chest.
Before she could chastise her mother for just barging in, her mother had quickly struck up a conversation with you, the two of you talking about some long dead poet.
You wouldn't have guessed based on your rather goofy nature, but you were quite the poet yourself, even having written a fair few poems of your own.
Something your Girlfriend had made very public she didn't like.
She watched how the two of you spoke, and even as you and her had what should have been a pleasant conversation, she noticed you were on edge, constantly fiddling with your jacket.
Eventually seemed to get tired of doing such, taking off your jacket.
As you did such, you pulled your shirt up ever so much, giving Octavia just enough to catch a glimpse of your back.
And when she did, the girl visibly recoiled.
"(Y/N), what happened to your back?!" The girl asked, visually horrified.
You quickly spun around, pulling down your shirt, staring at her with wide eyes.
The two of you just stared at each other, you breathing heavy as you seemed to stair her down.
You were scared.
The fact that you were scared.
In front of her.
In her home.
The place you'd spend veritable years living in. That was almost scary in itself.
Neither of you made a move for several seconds, but it felt more like hours.
With a very audible gulp, you opened you mouth.
Only to immediately clear your throat, you told her rather coldly, "That's nothing for you to concern yourself about."
You just stood there, taking deep breaths.
Neither of you daring to move.
But before she could do anything, Stella had reached forwards and raised up the back of your shirt.
The snowy avian gasped, seeing the large bruises on either side of your torso, with many darker splotches across your back.
In an instant, you'd spun around and smacked her hand away, glaring daggers at the woman.
That had been quite literally the last thing she had ever expected you to do.
You weren't a violent child.
In fact, you were the most docile, lovable and easy going child she knew. And you most certainly wouldn't get smack her away. Not like this.
You yanked the shirt down hard, stepping back from the both of them. "(Y/N). What happened?" Stella asked clearly concerned.
You stared at her for a second before taking a deep breath. Scratching your neck you apologised, "I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to be so up tight."
You chuckled, putting on an awkward smile.
"I uh..." You began, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Something Octavia knew you only did when you were uncomfortable.
"I've been doing these mix martial arts courses. And well, there rather... violent you see." You chuckled a weak little laugh. "I didn't want to worry you guys as it's kind of intense. Hence the... bruises."
You scratched your neck again, fidgeting on the spot.
Octavia didn't buy it for a second.
But before she could call you out on it, a new voice cut in. "I though you'd fallen down the stairs."
You froze, eyes going wide.
Octavia and Stella turned to find Stolas standing by the door, staring dead at you.
You didn't move. Eyes erratically zipping about as your breathing picked up.
Suddenly you went ridged, taking a deep breath, you snatched up your jacket, silently slipping it on.
Then you turned and just... walked away.
You silently walking past Stolas, heading straight for the door.
But just as you went to open the door, a hand was slammed against it, blocking you.
Looking up you found Stella, the much taller Avain staring down at you.
"Was it your parents?" She asked firmly, pressing harder against the door when you'd tried to pull it open again.
You pulled back at that, "Wh-what?!" You asked indignantly.
"Then you was it?" She asked, moving closer.
"Where you attacked? Are they threatening you?" Stolas added, moving in beside her, coming to stand beside his wife.
Youd pulled back, "NO. It's-it's not like that. Can you just drop it!" You snapped.
(Y/N), if your being harmed you can tell us." Stolas assured you. But before you could respond, Octavia cut in.
"It was her, wasn't it?" Octavia asked, voice cold and harsh.
Stepping forwards, she put herself in between you and her parents. "It was that bitch, she hurt you, didn't she?!" She almost hissed.
Your reaction was instant, scowl turning your lip as you practically snarled, "You don't know what the fuck your talking about!"
And thats how she knew she was on to something.
"What's there to talk about?" She snapped back, crossing her arms across her chest. "If she's hurting you, I feel I'm capable to understand my best friend is being beaten by his girlfriend!" She told you, standing firm.
You stumbled back, placing a palm to your face as you took several heavy breaths, "Drop it Octavia, it's none of your concern!" You told her harshly, dew drops forming in your eyes.
Octavia moved forwards, telling you harshly, "Not my concern?! (Y/N), your my best friend! My only friend!" Emotion swelled in her voice, "Your one of the few people I care about in this retched plane!"
She was almost in tears, she hated the idea you were being abused. And she hated the idea of you being abused and not understanding, or even worse, you not believing you were abused even more.
She was backing you into a corner, literally. Her parents coming up besides her, the three avains pushing you on the back foot.
"We wish to help you (Y/N)." Stolas told you.
"Yes, we only want to help," Stella added tenderly.
With nowhere to go, being confronted with such a harsh reality, you hunched over, sliding down the wall and landing in a crying mess in the corner, clutching your head.
Octavia crouched down, telling you softly, "What has she done to you?"
You released a strangled sob, "She... she's helping me." You told her with heartbreaking honesty, "I-I'm not good. Shes teaching me to be a good boyfriend."
Each Goetia wore an equally horrified expression, a mixture of sympathy,
Octavia just got down onto her knees, reached forwards and pulled you into a deep hug.
The girl growing dew in her eyes as you broke down further, clutching onto her as though she were the last being left in Hell.
Stella moved first, gently getting down and holding the two of you close, quickly followed by Stolas. The three of them holding you close, each of them heartbroken to see you in such distress.
Eventually, your tears did come to a stop.
You were exhausted, sluggishly pulling back and wiping your eyes on your sleeve. You sat there, eyes puffy, sniffling once and a while.
After a few moments, Octavia reached out, gently cupping your cheeks. Having you look at her before asking you firm, but gently, "She abuses you, doesn't she?"
You stared at her for several seconds before looking away, giving a little nod.
And that, that sealed that bitches fate.
Pulling you into another hug, the young lady looking up at her parents. "What's next?"
Stella spoke up first, telling the both of you as she stood up, "Well first things first. I'm going to give (Y/N) a full clinical inspection. I need to ensure there is no serious ling term damage."
Stepping forwards, she gently placed a hand on your cheek, crouching down she asking, "Would you like to do it here or in the bathroom?"
You didn't say anything, instead just turning towards the bathroom. "Alright darling, come along." She told you, helping you to your feet and gently pushing your towards the bathroom.
Octavia stuck close.
She needed to see this.
She needed to know what that bitch had done.
You entered her bathroom, the room very spacious. Having everything from a full sink to bathtub and toilet. As a bathroom should.
Her mother quickly retrieved the first aid kit from beneath her sink, before turning to you, gently asking you to remove your upper layer.
You went to do such before glancing at her, crimson dusting your cheeks, hesitating for just a moment.
She feared you may ask her to leave for a moment. But you just slid your shirt off, revealing a horrifying sight.
You had bruises all over your stomach and sides, and not just there. You had large blotches across your forearm.
You looked thin. Far to thin and much thinner then the last time she'd seen you topless.
Stella, swallowing her own horror, quickly got to work, carefully inspecting each mark and discoloration.
While her mother had no formal training, after a malenia of personal study, she was as skilled in general care as near as any demon could be.
Stella calmly reaching out, pulling you into a tender hug. You leaned into the woman, the tall Avian gently asked if there were any marks on your lower half.
You just shook your head, Stella calmly telling you, you could put a shirt on.
You did as much, face scrunching up in pain ever so much as you did so.
And... and that broke her heart.
She stood there, hugging herself.
She could help it, a cabal of negative motions swelling her chest.
She felt awful. She felt like... she'd failed you.
She almost didn't notice you approach her, and looking up, she definetly hadn't noticed the tears building in her eyes.
"V, are you alright?" You asked softly.
She shook her head, wiping her eyes before telling you, "Am I alright? No (Y/N), I'm not."
She looked up at you, "I failed (Y/N)." She told you tearfully, "I knew she was rotten. I knew that girl was no good and I... I did nothing."
"You were my best friend and I did nothing."
She just hugged you, holding you close as she apologised profusely. Leaning into you as she apologised over and over.
You just held her, the girl crying into your shoulder, begging for forgiveness.
After a while she pulled back, you cupping her cheek and telling her, "V, you've got nothing to be sorry for."
You placed a gentle kiss atop her head, "You were there for me. Here for me. That's all I could ask of you." You told you, pulling her into another hug.
Despite the sadness and joy your words brought the girl, she couldn't help the light flush she got from such a simple act of affection.
After that tender moment together, you pulled back, the both of you feeling a bit better about your relationship.
You spent another minute in there before stepping out, where you found Stolas by the door, speaking to an Imp outside the room.
Noticing your return, he quickly sent away the Imp, turning away and closing the door.
He and Stella exchanged a silent look before turning to you.
"What happens next?" You asked softly, almost too quietly.
"You'll be staying with us." Stella spoke firmly. "We've already got a fair amount of clothing and personal effects, and whatever else, we can acquire on your behalf."
Stepping forwards, Stella placed a hand on her daughters shoulder, telling the both of you gently, "Now we can have a guest room made up for (Y/N). Ooorrr, he could always stay in here, bunk with you as the saying goes~" she finished almost coyly.
In spite of the blush that crossed her cheeks, Octavia knew what this was.
Her mother had always been quite vocal in her wish for you and her to be together, the woman getting quite vocal when she'd heard you entered had relationship with that bitch.
And while a part of her would scold her mother for making such move, less then an hour after finding out about your abuse.
An even Bigger part of her was eager for the chance to be with you, the young lady having always held a special place in her heart for you.
A part place that had grown even bigger since your, now former, relationship started.
You spoke up first, telling them all rather timidly, "I-I'm fine with it. That's if you don't mind, V?" You told her, a dusting of red across your cheeks.
Octavia herself blushed, before bumbling out, "N-No. No, not at all. Besides, we've shared a bed before, remember the sleepovers when we were little?" She asked scratching her neck.
You laughed, the sound of your laughter seemed to raise the whole families mood.
"Darling," Stella began to her daughter, "why don't you help (Y/N) settle in, I'll have have someone come along with some new furniture shortly."
"O-Okay," she told her mother all flushed.
Stella stood there, a proud little smile crossing her lips as she watched you and her daughter happily talking back and forth.
Turning to you, she signalled for you to follow her as she led you to the bed, the two of you having a happy little chat.
"What were you doing when we came out?" She asked her husband, not looking away from the two of you.
The Prince adjusted his coat, stepping up beside her and telling her equally level, "I was making the necessary arrangements to... eliminate our newest issue." He spoke in a cold, aristocratic manner.
Stella just nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
"Good." She told him Bluntly, "I don't care how rich the little bitches family is. She screwed with the wrong young man." Stella told him coldly, the stain of a scowl crossing her lips.
Stolas just nodded, the two of them watching the two of you getting along.
Octavia knew what her parents were likely talking about, and while she was happy to be with you, she was still hooked on single goal.
Kill the bitch.
But for now she was sticking close to you.
She wasn't going to leave you, not when you needed her so much.
Hey Hey. Hope you enjoyed the angst. I think I'm on something of an Angst bender, so prepare for more eventually.
And besides, she loved spending time with you.
Especially now that you seemed to ever so simply, be shifting back to normal.
Anyway, hope you enjoy Bye Bye.
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satanachia666 · a month ago
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I wish all Demonolators, Theistic Satanists, and Dark Pagans a very Hail Satan.😈
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cherishthechaos · a month ago
Offerings for Stolas
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Plants - Stolas is demonic patron of herbal knowledge, and you can offer him plants in countless forms. Gather some and make him a bouquet. Burn herbal incense. Make him some herbal tea or even a flower crown, there are many options to explore. If offering poisonous plants, do it safely.
Stones - because he's connected to knowledge of stones as well. You can offer him that cool rock you found outside, it doesn't have to be a precious stone. If buying, pay attention to ethics though - stones are often mined with no regards for workers' rights and the environment. Second hand is a nice option. You can give him stone jewelry, maybe even craft it yourself.
Space imagery - because he patrons astronomy and astrology. Space photos, art, jewelry, sky maps, symbols and models of the planets etc.
Corvid feathers and, if you're lucky to find them, owl feathers. Obviously, only ethically acquired. Imagery of his bird forms - you can even make something yourself.
Various shiny little things - Stolas is not just connected to precious stones, he's also a raven demon connected to the stars. You can give him many kinds of pretty shinies, they don't have to be expensive at all. Just make the effort to think of him and to find him something nice.
You can also make photos of nature in your local environment and offer them to Stolas. Try to identify plant species you take pictures of and offer your learning time to him.
Donations - bird and general nature conservation, projects about providing free knowledge and learning opportunities (especially to disadvantaged people), and other things in Stolas' domain.
Sweets - personal experience (UPG).
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encyclopediagoetia · 10 months ago
The 1st spirit is Bael
A man with three heads: a toad, a man, and a cat.
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Name: Bael Common aliases: Baell, Baal Sign and placement: 1-10 ARIES (day) Direction: East Rank: King Metal and planet: Gold, Sun Legions: 66
The first King, who is the power of the East, is called Bael, Baell, or Baal. He has a hoarse voice and appears with three heads: the first a toad, the next a man, and the third a cat. He turns people invisible, and makes them either wise or foolish. He presides over sixty-six legions of spirits. - Wier
The first principall spirit is a king ruling to the East, called Bael. he maketh men goe Invisible, he rideth over 66 Legions of Inferiour spirits, he appeareth in divers shapes, sometimes like a Catt, sometimes like a Toad sometimes like a man & sometimes in all these formes at once. he speaketh very horsly. - Goetia
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