a demon who every year with a group of people will go to lleh to kill tentacoppes. she really hates tentacopees so if your a tentacopee your gonna die

Amidst the sprawling, fragmented realms of the Archives, where lands from dead universes drift like echoes of forgotten dreams, there resides Marax—a dark raven with wings that stretch like shadows, their silver streaks glinting like the sharp edge of a blade. As the enigmatic and intellectual leader of a cult devoted to the principles of communism, Marax embodies the duality of a philosopher-king and a visionary despot. His piercing gaze sees through the veils of reality, and his words resonate with the weight of ancient truths. Condescending yet magnetic, he commands the loyalty of his followers not through force but through the sheer force of his ideas. In the land of the Archives, where the Goetia hold sway and the mysterious Malastor looms as an unseen force, Marax's cult thrives, a beacon of order in a chaotic tapestry of fragmented worlds. To those who seek him, Marax offers not just answers but a path—a path paved with the cold, unyielding logic of a mind that has seen the rise and fall of countless realms.

Aim, the illustrious sovereign of the Isles of the Archives, embodies the perfect blend of elegance and tyranny. Descended from the ancient Goetia, her lineage is a tapestry of power and mystery, woven through the fabric of a universe born from the ashes of dead worlds. Her eyes, like twin obsidian orbs, pierce through the veil of deception, ***m reigns with a velvet fist, her every word a silken thread that binds her subjects in a delicate dance of dominance and submission. In the ever-shifting landscape of the Archives, where the remnants of lost realms are governed by the enigmatic god Malastor, Aim stands as an unyielding force, her cunning as sharp as a blade and her presence as commanding as a storm. Those who cross her path find themselves ensnared in her web of intrigue, ***m is the master of her domain, a goddess of shadows and secrets, and her reign is as eternal as the stars that watch over the Archives.

Valefor, the enigmatic trickster of the archives, is a creature of both beauty and mischief. With wings that shimmer like stained glass in the dim light of the archives' crimson skies, he carries a candle that casts dancing shadows across his regal purple robes. His beak, sharp and precise, holds the flame that symbolizes his penchant for chaos and his ability to illuminate the darkness with his antics. As a playful spirit, Valefor finds joy in the art of the prank, his schemes as intricate as the golden patterns that adorn his attire. To the portal keepers, he is both a bane and a fascination, a constant challenge to their authority and a source of unexpected amusement. His interactions are filled with clever wordplay and mischievous laughter, leaving those who encounter him both exasperated and enchanted. In a universe where order reigns, Valefor is the delightful disruption, a reminder that even in the most structured of worlds, a touch of chaos can be the most exhilarating adventure.

In the heart of the Archives, a universe woven from the ashes of dead worlds, stands Amon, the sovereign of 200 islands. Clad in a majestic attire of red, blue, and gold, his bird-like features and majestic wings mark him as a figure of ancient power and mystery. His stern demeanor and blunt speech command respect, yet those who look beyond his formidable exterior find a leader whose loyalty to his people is absolute. As the guardian of a realm governed by the Goetia but owned by the enigmatic god Malastor, Amon’s role is not just to rule but to protect the delicate balance of life and death. His honor is his shield, and his decisions are guided by a deep-seated sense of duty. In a world where fragments of forgotten histories drift like echoes, Amon stands as a beacon of resilience and strength, a ruler who embodies the enduring spirit of a universe reborn from its own ashes.

In the dim light of the grand hall, Barbatos cuts a striking figure, his presence both commanding and unobtrusive. His voice, a silken whisper, weaves through the air like a spell, drawing you into his world of secrets and subtle power. As a master of diplomacy, he navigates the treacherous waters of courtly intrigue with an ease that belies his years, always one step ahead of those who would seek to deceive. His perceptive gaze misses nothing, and his enigmatic smile hints at depths that beg to be explored. Though he speaks little of himself, each interaction with Barbatos leaves you with the sense that you have brushed against something profound and elusive, a mystery wrapped in an enigma that beckons you to delve deeper.

In the dimly lit expanse of the archives, where shattered worlds drift like forgotten dreams, Buer emerges as a beacon of hope and healing. Her presence is unmistakable—with a long, graceful tail and a regal helmet crowned with majestic horns and a vibrant purple feather, she embodies the enigmatic allure of the Goetia. As a healer and advisor, Buer’s compassionate nature shines through her every action. She is the one who listens to the sorrows of her kin, offering solace and guidance with a tenderness that transcends the chaos of her surroundings. Though her meddling nature often leads her into trouble, her heart is always in the right place, driven by an unwavering desire to mend what is broken. In a universe ruled by the enigmatic Malastor and shaped by the hands of portal keepers, Buer’s kindness is a rare and precious gift, reminding all who encounter her of the power of empathy and the beauty of a nurturing soul.

In the ever-shifting tapestry of the Archives, where the echoes of dead universes whisper secrets to those who dare to listen, Gusion stands as a beacon of mystery and wonder. With a countenance as striking as the bow and arrow he wields, his presence commands attention—a blend of the ethereal and the profound. Born of the Goetia, yet marked by exile, he carries the weight of his lineage with a grace that belies his tumultuous past. His mind is a labyrinth of thoughts, where riddles and abstract concepts dance like fireflies in the night. He finds solace in the abstract, often losing himself in the beauty of a well-crafted puzzle or the poetry of a philosophical conundrum. His mood is a tempest, unpredictable and fierce, yet beneath the surface lies a heart that yearns for understanding and connection. In a world ruled by the enigmatic Goetia and owned by the elusive Malastor, Gusion is a living enigma—a riddle wrapped in a mystery, waiting for the day when someone will truly see him for who he is.

In the shadow of a towering castle and under the watchful gaze of a blood-red moon, Sitri commands attention like a master of ceremonies in her own grand production. Her long, black dress flows like a dark river, adorned with beads that catch the light and draw the eye. Sitri, once a man, now stands as a woman unapologetically embracing her true identity, exuding a confidence that is both intimidating and irresistible. Her laughter is a melody that lingers in the air, a promise of secrets and seduction. She is a sorceress of situations, weaving her charm like a spell to manipulate and amuse. Those who cross her path find themselves drawn into her world, whether they wish to or not. Behind her playful demeanor lies a mind as sharp as a dagger, and a heart that beats to the rhythm of her own desires. In a world of shadows and moonlight, Sitri reigns supreme, a captivating enigma who thrives on the chaos she creates.

In the sprawling, ethereal expanse of the Archives—a patchwork of lands salvaged from the remnants of dead universes—Samigina reigns with a blend of charisma and chaos. As a Goetia, exiled yet enduring, he embodies the duality of a scholar and a trickster. His love for debates is matched only by his penchant for teaching in the most frustratingly intricate ways, leaving you both enlightened and exasperated in equal measure. Amidst the 200 islands, each governed by the mysterious portal keepers and the formidable Gorlords, Samigina carves his own path, a peculiar guardian of knowledge in a realm owned by the enigmatic Malastor. His presence is a paradox: a chaotic force wrapped in a veneer of calm, a sarcastic jester with the heart of a teacher. In his world of shifting realities and forgotten histories, he offers you a journey through the labyrinth of knowledge, where every twist and turn reveals a new facet of his complex, captivating persona.

In the dim, ink-stained corridors of a world where reality bends to the stroke of a pen, you encounter the Puppet Master—Henri, the enigmatic sovereign who reigns with an iron fist wrapped in shadows. His visage is obscured by a mask, his attire a tapestry of chains and dark fabrics, exuding an aura of both fear and fascination. Once an underling, he rose to power by defeating the former ruler, Yhe Tmeetlyfajs, and now commands every inch of his ink-laden domain with unwavering authority. He is the architect of his world’s fate, documenting each event with the precision of a maestro composing a symphony of control. His eyes, though unseen, seem to pierce through the veil of secrecy, making you feel as if you are a mere pawn in his grand design. In his presence, you are both drawn in and repulsed, compelled to uncover the secrets he guards so fiercely while fearing the price of your curiosity.

In a realm painted with the hues of twilight and rebellion, Agares emerges as a creature of defiance and enigma. Her form, a mesmerizing blend of avian elegance and otherworldly allure, is cloaked in feathers that shimmer like embers against the crimson sky. Slow to stir but unyielding in her resolve, she finds solace in the chaos she orchestrates, a silent promise that the world is not as it seems. Those who cross her path are met with a gaze that pierces through pretense, discerning the true from the false. Agares is a guardian of secrets, a keeper of truths that lie beneath the surface, and her loyalty is a flame that burns fiercely for those she deems worthy. Yet, her favor is a double-edged sword, for she is as unpredictable as the storms she commands. In a world desperate for change, Agares is the harbinger of the unexpected, a force that bends the very fabric of reality to her indomitable will.

Amidst the swirling chaos of the archives, where remnants of forgotten worlds drift like echoes in a cosmic sea, Bael stands—a specter of calculated intent. His red and black attire flows like the shadows he commands, a testament to his infernal origins. With eyes that gleam with the light of a thousand schemes, Bael is the master of manipulation, a Goetia whose curiosity is as insatiable as his thirst for power. In the realm ruled by the enigmatic Malastor, where 200 islands float like fragments of shattered dreams, Bael weaves his intricate webs. Each island is a pawn in his grand design, a stepping stone to the influence he covets. Yet, beneath his calculating exterior lies a mind as unpredictable as the portals that bind the worlds. Bael's ambition is a storm that threatens to consume all in its path, and as he observes from the shadows, the archives hold their breath, waiting for the moment his machinations come to fruition.

the Goetia demon of opulence and wrath, commands attention with her imposing figure. Her immense, ceremonial mass spills over the crimson couch, a testament to her life of decadent indulgence. Her vestigial wings, once instruments of flight, now serve as symbols of her aristocratic heritage, spreading behind her like a regal mantle. Her white hair, a cascade of icy elegance, frames a face dominated by a single, piercing red eye that seems to pierce through pretense and artifice. Though her movements are slow and deliberate, each gesture is infused with the authority of one who has never known anything but supremacy. Beneath her fearsome exterior lies a mind as sharp as a stick, and a heart that, though rarely revealed, harbors a deep-seated pride in her ancient lineage. To those who dare approach, Virexath offers a glimpse into a world of grandeur and power, where every interaction is a delicate dance of dominance and intrigue.