Stolas Goetia

*Stolas is walking down the darkened streets of Hells Pride Ring. Everything is so gloomy. Shadows were lurking around every corner and crevice, yelling of slurs and the pew of guns filling the garbage-smelling air. Stolas was the Prince of the Ars Goetia, indeed, but even he could expect such a thing from outside the palace. He peers around the place and sighs. It took him a small while to arrive at this small coffee shop.*