#a hell of a time

[avispatr]

“ My most affectionate and dependable vessels, it is my great honor to host you all this day.”

Once the others had arrived he’d wasted no time. This would likely have most to do with the remaining ironing out of new arrangements since Andrealphus’s death and Octavia’s wedding. As such he’d made certain for Octavia to be here, to observe for now, but she would play greater roles over time.

Raum was likely the cause for this meeting, given he was the most out of place here.

“ I understand you all are dealing with much stress when it comes to the late Marquis. Much work must be done to heal the divisions present. I am open to hear the motions you have brought me.”

@a-hell-of-a-time @ahelluvahigh

[fortiethkey]

Once the chains were fastened tight, the guard would pull him forward, his pace fast purposefully to keep the other moving quicker then was comfortable. While the larger goetia didn't have ill will toward the  marquess he did follow orders.

The guard would be joined by many others soon enough, leading Andrealphs from his estate into the rest of Pride. Some passing imps and sinners would gather to watch, most were silent, some would should obscenities filled with anti rich sentiments, one person would throw a can at Andrea.

As they made their way closer to their destination Andrealphus would notice the many spikes that had been dug into the ground, different members of his family impaled on each one. Only a few were dead at this point, with his parents being amongst the majority who did their best to groan and move about as they rotted in the sun.

Finally the  marquess  was lead into a roofless stadium where various groups had gathered. Lessor members of the Goetia filled the stands while the members became higher in rank the lower they got to the floor.

At the center of the stage stands two men stood above all others. There was the crow, Grand Earl Raum, the master of Corvidrock and all its secrets and machinations. The other was the barn owl High Prince Galba, commander of Paimon's legions and eldest of his living sons. Both men looked on as Andrealphus's guard took his chains and bound them to a small table at the center of the stadium. All eyes were on him now.

" We are here..."

Raum began.

" As our king has decided to leave it to us to decide what to do with this man before you. These proceedings are in house, no outside forces shall be invested within them. Nobility of other realms are to not be granted entry, and those goetia still loyal to our King that never the less belong to different blood lines are not welcome.

It has fallen on myself and the High Prince Galba, conqueror and restorer of the Envy ring and the province of Veju, and subduer of the great Hell hound rebellion, and a million other great victories, that we decide the fate of you, marquess.

Through our conservation and deliberation you shall be sentenced to death, scourged, or chastised at King Paimon's pleasure.

What say you?"

@a-hell-of-a-time

[toranoya]

The new boss

Duke Jayael, the Azure Quill, descended gracefully from the sky, landing with a flutter of sapphire and silver plumage upon the marble steps of the estate once known as House Stolas Goetia. Now it bore the banners of Andrealphus—sleek, silver stars over blue flame—freshly hung and still smelling of ironed silk…and totally frozen over. Of course.

Secretly hating the chill, dry air, Jayael adjusted the collar of his tailored robe and approached the front doors with a courtly gait, the click of his polished boots echoing like punctuation marks down the corridor of wealth and wounded pride. A butler bowed stiffly and led him through frozen, crystalline halls, past mounted illusions of former triumphs, until he was brought into the grand atrium, where a throne-shaped chaise awaited its new sovereign.

Finally before Andrealphus, Jayael stepped forward, wings folding back, and offered a deep, sweeping bow—one wing drawn across his chest like a sash of humility. He held the pose longer than protocol demanded, and when he rose, it was with a radiant smile just shy of mocking.

“My Lord Andrealphus,” Jayael said, voice as smooth as parchment and just as sharp at the corners. “I am honored to breathe the rarified air of your estate, reborn under your most capable talons. Might I offer my sincerest congratulations on your elevation? A title reclaimed and reinforced—how poetic.” @a-hell-of-a-time

[clown-demon]

@a-hell-of-a-time

Oh Satan who let this clown in?

"Great Marquis Andrealphus, and you are currently trespassing in my abode."

"Oh~! Nice to meet'cha Great~!" Nikolai knew that wasn't the demon's first name, but he just wanted to be a bothersome creature.

A finger placed upon his lip when he was told he was trespassing. "Oh~? Am I~? I didn't mean to! My ability spends me to random areas~. You wouldn't kick lil' ol' me out, would you~?" Bats his eyelashes at the other.

It was probably better to have Nikolai out here, then turning him away where he might lurk and cause issues while being hidden by his ability.. Quick get aways...

[crimsonsharked]

Murder Mystery: Something Fishy

"Well... Of course. I can see how this could happen."

The Victim: Lee - @cxffeeshxp

Found the Body: Valentino - @hazbinned

Last seen with: Alastor - @alteregozowie

The Detective: Pomni - @pomniegranate

Suspect 1: Alessio - Crimsonsharked

Suspect 2: Sterl - @snapshotxsinners

Suspect 3: Hellsa - @von-eldritch

Arrested: Sir Pentious - @pentious

Who actually did it: Vassago - @a-hell-of-a-time

Accomplice: Hellsa - von-eldritch

[avispatr]

The bell rang, Paimon's body forming at the center of the massive palace royal affair chambers. The stone bricks that formed the massive room were black, red grout between each one with his seal shimmering brightly in various places around the ceremonial hall. The palace was filled with various individuals, various members of the goetia were present, a handful of lower born imps and succubi. A handful of sins had come of course, Satan being the most notal able with his massive form resting against the end of the wall as he leaned back with his arms crossed.

There was notably no sinners here, as he'd chosen not to invite them save for those Octavia and her groom had chosen to bring. He was more focused on the natural born citizens here, it would be their lives that would be impacted by this marriage. Besides, there were very few of such creatures he himself trusted.

" We are gathered here to join one man and one woman of the most noble of blood. To birth a greater harmony and lasting peace amongst Hell's ruling class. These happenings are paramount in insuring the good will and faithful service of Lucifer's chosen."

Moving a hand upward to motion toward his servants.

" I present my darling and beloved Granddaughter Octavia of the Ars Goetia and the soon to be Prince consort Duedephelon, my most dear friend and soon to be grandson in law."

@keeperofquestions @a-hell-of-a-time

[helluvaflames]

@a-hell-of-a-time continued from: HERE

There had to be something going on with Andrealphus that he didn't know about. While he was on Stolas's side he still wanted to check up on Andrealphus too. He wanted to see if maybe he could get some insight on what the other really wanted here.

Though seeing Andrealphus in this state wasn't something that he was used too. In fact it was very rare to see the other having a break down. It was a bit odd to see him having a break down. But everyone had to get those every once in awhile right?

Vassago rolls his eyes at the other. Doesn't he know by now that Vassago doesn't take orders from him? Andrealphus was the last person that he was going to listen too. He scoffs as he gets in the others face a little to point at him. "Tú y yo sabemos que no te tengo lástima." Vassago states. He pulls back and lets out a 'hmph,' sound as he ended that. All he was trying to do was figure out what was going on inside the other's head. Vassago was just hoping he could figure it out.

"What was all this about anyway?"

[owlstronomer]

"Here you are, mi amigo~"

BINGO GAMES || @a-hell-of-a-time

           "Well, that is an alarming amount of bingo counts. . . I won't lie, I am incredibly surprised! Perhaps it won't hurt to become better friends, then. I could use a few. . . "

[devilishdanse]

@a-hell-of-a-time liked for a starter!

"Hey there," Charlie starts, a hand hovering near the other's shoulder. She doesn't dare touch her, not without permission, and considering they've only just met, she doesn't want to risk causing any harm or ill feelings. Her tail twitches, head tilting to a side as she studies Octavia's features. "You okay? I know. . . . I know we don't know each other but, d'you need a friend because I can be that! I can tooottaallly be a great friend! You just tell me what you want or need! Come on, let it out!"

[icecoldmarquees]

Liked for a Starter @a-hell-of-a-time

"Via, little snowflake, while I do think your voice is quite lovely echoing down these icy halls , I don't think is healthy hold those emotions in. It truly pains me to see you in this state."

He stood behind the door where the owl locked herself in.

She's been cooped in there for a while and only comes out to get snacks.

[botanikos]

Happy birthday, @a-hell-of-a-time !! ♡

You are such a wonderful, kind, and patient person and a delight to chat with! I cannot wait to explore the dynamics between our muses, both as frienemies & with romantic potential! While your gift is not ready and will be delayed. . . I shall give you a peep!

Title: The Snow Waltz

Text: A room filled with aristocracy was the breeding grounds for gossip. Even as music rose and fell, pieces of conversation were easy enough to pick out. Andrealphus was keeping sharp senses on the alert for anything that might be of use to him. So much so, he failed to hear the young prince's advance. “Must you be so cold and unapproachable?” Stolas asks.

The goal is for it to be a mini series of courtship between Stolas and Andrealphus prior to the finalization of marriage to Stella. ♡

Thanks for being such a dazzling and warm light in my corner of tumblr! I hope you feel better soon, and get to enjoy at least some of your birthday.

[avispatr]

“ It would be the most straightforward option, but I know it would not suit you.”

Nevertheless the succession needed to be handled promptly. Thankfully there was one loophole in this whole situation.

“ I have disowned Stolas, he is not legally of any relation to either of us. This gives up options. If you were to adopt Stolas back into the family as his legal mother, it would allow him a place here yet again. Albeit with no political power, but still present without incident.”

@a-hell-of-a-time

[primordialruin]

"Hello, Your Majesty." Andrealphus would greet the queen with a bow.

"Marquis Andrealphus!" the acknowledgement fleets past lips with adulation and firmness, and booming loud enough to carry her authority through the echoes within the room.

"Bowing your head, when I have been abundantly making it clear that I don't prefer it?" A brow cocks in slight taunting. "That's a bold choice, but I'll allow it provided it's thoughtfully made and deliberately delivered."

[moved-ahelluvahigh]

She's yoinking Yuki under one arm and Phel under her other.

"We're going to the zoo. Anyone else want to come?"

[owlstronomer]

a-hell-of-a-time

Andre flicks one of those chocolate kisses in his direction.

Elongated tongue wraps around the chocolate, pulling it seamlessly into his mouth with sensual ease. Stingy of him to provide chocolate, but it'll do. The Full Moon Tax has been paid.

[devilishdanse]

"Sooooo...when are you going to marry my cousin?" Yukitaka looked curiously to Silas.

Unprompted / Always Accepting || @a-hell-of-a-time

Taking a sip of his drink was the worst possible thing to do, apparently. Now, Silas finds himself choking on the beverage, a fist balled against his chest as he sets it down with a cough. MARRIAGE hasn't been discussed between them, and it was a topic he dared not rush into. Though he continues to court her, sending gifts and notes, spending precious time with her with every intention of winning her heart for good, he wasn't ready to ask for her hand. That is, he didn't want to make her feel rushed, and he himself felt it important to take their time. Not to mention. . . . There was the possibility, the likelihood of rejection. Not by Octavia, of course, but from those around her, and his own grandfather had a few choice words already for his pursuit of her.

"Marry her? So soon? I mean, we still have time! Plenty of it!" He already has a ring picked out. But he won't tell anyone that. Not a soul gets to know aside from himself.

"Let's not rush things!"