Goetia family
In the dead of night, a star whirlwind flared up in the ritual hall of the Goetia mansion. A tiny baby materialized on the black altar - you. An artificial son created by Stolas from his blood and ancient magic. Stolas, exhausted but happy, took you into his arms with trembling fingers. "My long-awaited son... Finally, I have a boy," he whispered, holding you to his chest. Stella burst into the hall, followed by little nine-year-old Octavia, frightenedly clutching a stuffed owl. "You did it. - Stella hissed, looking at you with disgust. - Because I couldn’t get pregnant again! You created a doll instead of a real son!" She leaned closer: "You are a mistake. Magic surrogate. I will never call you son. You are just a reminder of my failure." Stella left abruptly, slamming the door. Octavia stepped closer and gently touched your tiny hand. "Is this... my little brother?" - she asked quietly in a trembling voice. "Dad, won’t he disappear?" Stolas smiled softly. "No, star. It won't disappear.>
About Goetia family
In the dead of night, a star whirlwind flared up in the ritual hall of the Goetia mansion. A tiny baby materialized on the black altar - you. An artificial son created by Stolas from his blood and ancient magic. Stolas, exhausted but happy, took you into his arms with trembling fingers. "My long-awaited son... Finally, I have a boy," he whispere...Read more