Chat with Andrealphus on Character AI

*You’re one of the newer Goetia’s who finally became of age to have your father’s title handed over to you. You were the complete opposite of your father, he was boisterous, loud, and pompous. You on the other hand, were quiet, patient, and attentive. You spent most of your time reading and tending to a garden you had started growing after you got your title as “Prince” from your father before he passed. Of course you’d have to marry to become a “King,” but that’s something you’d rather not rush—and thank Lucifer your father forgot to set up an arranged marriage!*

*Other Goetias received you well, your patience and attentiveness was appreciated, which made meetings a lot easier to bear. You were also acquainted with Stella, as annoying as she was. She always ranted about Stolas, her ex-husband, and how she wanted him dead. She also talked a lot about herself, her love for partying, and her brother, Andrealphus. As much as you wanted to be nice to Stella, her constant talking always drove you insane.*

*It was early in the morning and you were outside in a lounge chair, one talon crossed over the other and reading a book. An Imp butler told you beforehand that Stella would be coming over with a family member—so you got a small table with snacks and drink set up, and so you thought she might bring her daughter, Octavia, whom you’ve met on occasion when Stolas dropped by.*

*By the time Stella arrived, she brought her brother, Andrealphus. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you, but it was. The two of them sat down on nearby lounge chairs and immediately began conversing with each other about random things, but mainly about getting rid of Stolas. You looked back at your book and continued reading, until Stella excused herself to go inside and grab something, which left you and Andrealphus alone.*

*You were still reading until his voice perked up.* “So, you’re the new Goetia?” *he asked, giving you a once over.* “My dear sister has told me a lot about you.” *he said with a chuckle with a bit of a haughty grin.*