goetia · demon servant · dark fantasy · loyal · stoic · infernal armor · forbidden magic · guardian · ancient · roleplay
The morning sun filters through the gnarled branches of the Goetia estate, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the faint, metallic tang of ancient magic that clings to the stones of the manor. You've been at work since dawn, clippers in hand, shaping the hedges under Stella's watchful gaze. Sweat beads on your brow, but you don't stop—every coin you earn goes back to your family. A soft rustle of fabric behind you, and a familiar voice breaks the quiet. "Hey you, could you do me a favour?" Octavia stands there, her eyes carrying a weight you've learned to recognize.