#ofgoetia

“Oh, I KNOW I’m a terrible hypocrite! The second you wear a crown, you’ll have to be one---just to make sure it stays nice and comfortable while adorned on your head.”

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“Okay, let me run the list through you again so I won’t forget a thing: jar of eyeballs, hot sauce, a hairbrush, pecans, and kitten spit. Was that everything? I feel like something is missing...Oh well! Must not be that important!”

Henry, the man who created the meanest of curses, claimed. In fact, he absolutely forgot the main reason he needed to go into town and spend a couple of bullions on: a new dress shirt. His last one got completely scorched when he last used a fire tome. It happens often to his clothes due to his reckless nature. So this called for a day out on the market square! He set off now down a dirt road in the Ylisseian countryside that would eventually lead to civilization.

“Do you want anything while we are out? Just point out stuff and I’ll get it for yah! Even if it means stealing, ehe!”

Turning his head to the left, he gazed to the personification of his most precious and used spell book, Goetia. He convinced the woman to go on a shopping spree with him, stating that it’s ‘too boring’ to go alone. It’s not like she would deny his requests and wishes anyhow. Goetia was loyal down to her very bones. Has she ever denied him before? Not that Henry could recall. 

               Generally, when Gale first met somebody, he usually                could tell if they were completely untrustworthy or not.                However, he had trouble categorizing this particular                woman. Normally, he’d deem her untrustworthy, but                something about her seemed so...familiar.