Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes as I stepped out and stood in front of the large gates, a tear slipped out of my eyes as memories flooded through my mind. James wrapped his arms around me and warmth flooded through my body relaxing every nerve present, a few more tears slipped my eyes and then I finally opened them. I moved ahead and the gates opened as usual. The gates were protected by magic, they could only open if a witch or a wizard was approaching it. It was to protect the people and the world to separate it from the rest of the human universe. It was a beautiful world above the clouds.

“I suspected something. But I never imagined…” “What does that mean?” Aria asked. “What am I supposed to do with that?” Orion met her gaze. “It means Vaelith isn’t done with you. She’s gathering her other echoes, and she’ll try again.” Aria took a shaky breath. “Where?” Orion stood. “Beyond the Eastern Wastes. Where the ash trees grow upside down. There’s a temple there. Forbidden. Forgotten. But not empty.” He pulled out a scroll sealed with molten wax. “This was given to me by a dying oracle in the Black Steppes. It names you. And it says only the Starborn can unseal the path.” Aria opened the scroll.

Surrounding the tree were three distinct pedestals, each adorned with symbols representing the trio – a flame for Aria, a sword for Caelum, and a crescent moon for Liora. Intrigued, Aria approached her pedestal, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the flame symbol. The moment her fingers brushed against it, a blinding light enveloped the clearing. When it subsided, Aria, Caelum, and Liora found themselves separated, each standing in a different landscape, facing a mirror reflection of themselves. The reflections had a sinister aura, their eyes glowing an eerie red.

’’ ----- ‘’If I were just as high as him, I will laugh at him in the face for humiliating himself, what is he doing…’’ TSSSS TSSSSSS The ‘’above’’ roars in loud earth-shocking sound, much louder than the thunder that were created when Aracel forged the sky and inked it purple. The lightnings that trigger the powerful thunders are crawling in the clouds with its heavenly light. These all happens below a construct of stones carried by a ramming of clouds. An engraving of text is also there placed in a stone saying ‘’ Deo mont siev Aracel agnus yon yo adre ti’’ which can be deciphered to as ‘’Here lives the cloudsmith, Sky god Aracel.’’ And beside these very words, an image is carved.

The Arbor of Astral Echoes, a repository of celestial wisdom, beckoned Victoria and Alexander to its sacred roots. Seated beneath the ethereal branches of the Arbor, Victoria and Alexander sensed the luminescent energies pulsating through the astral tree. The celestial guide spoke of the Arbor's unique ability to echo the astral vibrations of the universe, resonating with the harmonious currents that flowed through the cosmic tapestry. The united souls of Victoria and Alexander, now attuned to the luminescent essence of celestial enlightenment, became conduits for the astral echoes that emanated from the Arbor.

Aria swallowed hard and returned to her place, her skin prickling as though the very air was humming with ancient power. Then came the final incantation. Orun’s tone changed; it was quieter now, almost reverent, but no less commanding. “Clausa oculis meis, let truth still be seen. Reveal what is hidden. Nomine maleficii, show yourself. Let your power be broken, and let truth reign!” He reached once more into the jar, this time pulling out a pinch of mountain ash mixed with dried, crumbled leaves. Aria recognized the bitter scent immediately. He scattered it into the bonfire.

I said. Then I know the name of the male Outer Space coloured inkling “it can’t be… Astronius!!?” I said with shock. Astronius nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's me. “That means the other Arcana Legoon inkling I met back at the Grave spot with dry Royal Heart splatter marks is, Cesaros!!! No way I’ve been interacting the late Arcana Legion” I said with bafflement. Astronius gave a faint smile, "Time has a way of bringing us back together, even if in unexpected forms.

Solomon binds Abezethibou and Ephippas to the pillar (perhaps a reference to the Milky Way) and commands that they hold it up in the air until the end of time. Agares FALLEN ANGEL and the second of the 72 SPIRITS OF SOLOMON. Prior to his fall, Agares was a member of the angelic order of Virtues. In HELL he is the fi rst duke of the power of the east and rules 31 LEGIONs of DEMONs. He appears as a handsome man riding a crocodile and carrying a goshawk on his fi st. He makes those who run stand still, and he can retrieve runaways. He teaches all languages, causes earthquakes, and destroys spiritual dignities.

The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation. Calach, “the milky backed”, a minor legionnaire of the infernal forces. The creature was apparently connected to a larger entity in the form of Ariton, one of the eight Princes of Hell. This royalty was associated with dominion over water and took direction from the North, whatever that meant. Calach was used to invoke hexes on enemies and love charms on unwilling women. Hexes and love charms. That had possibilities, if it wasn’t all crap.

Witcher with a slightly bent body, while Orka with their slightly hairy body, and of course this race has a shrimp brain. Aro, a member under Vasilio's auspices, was laughing out loud. He was very happy to see the destruction of the world. America, Europe, as well as several places in Indonesia show a red symbol on the Compass of Destruction held by Aro. He got this from his master, Vasilio. Their lives were guaranteed under Vasilio's leadership. This work is also a form of gratitude, especially for Aro. "I thought what you would say. If it's like this, then I'll be excited."