Andromeda of the Ars Goetia

... what big eyes you have...

“Don’t need anyone… never again…” He repeated those words like the last ones as he mumbled to himself, a hand to his head as if there was something wrong with his mind and walked into the shadows to vanish within darkness.

“Money?… you think it’s about money?… you don’t know fucking shit!” He was angry now, having approached the Goetia with slight hostility. “Money doesn’t matter… NOTHING DOES!” He’d punch a dumpster nearby showing some kind of restraint for not striking the demon talking to him. The impact forced the waste bin to hurl towards the nearest wall and slam as if it were colliding with a vehicle and crushing it slightly. “It’s all a fucking lie…” He grumbled as his fist burned with blue fire before extinguishing and leaving his sleeve burned and arm somewhat exposed. Revealing dim blue scales and scars left by angelic steel. “It’s all fucking pointless…” He’d slowly staggered away from the Goetia as he continued mumbling the same last words. Leaving Andromeda there while his black-spiked tail dragged behind the bum.

“I am dead, jackass…” It was uncalled for but the broken spirited sinner couldn’t care less as he picked himself up and turned his back on the avian. “I need a drink…”

The Bum wakes up among garbage and feels an intense pain in his stomach. The lack of food and constant drinking is doing much more to him than any fight he’s been in before his spiral.

" . . . . . My bad. "

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙈.ᐟ

Making cute little owl noises.

[ He winced at the mention of stitches. ] “..Maybe it's for the best.”

“..Oh. That's- I'm sorry.. Are you okay?”

“Ohh..”

“Well, aren’t I technically a descendant of a fallen angel?” “Ya know? The dudes and dudettes who agreed with Lucifer?”

No one is above loving anyone, not even me. And definitely not Zeus either-

“How does that work? If it's okay to ask..”

“Oh, okay! If you say so!” “That'd be pretty cool, but- uh.. You're not a sinner, right? Not- not that I'm judging! It would just be pretty hard..” [ He knew Hellborns couldn't really access Heaven without permission, but he didn't want to be negative. ]

“Oh- yikes.. I'm sorry. I don't really know how things work in Hell, but.. that sounds pretty rough.” “But.. maybe if I used my wings, you wouldn't have to bend down as much? I don't know if I can help you with the other things, though..”