Novel & Cerita Goetia Names

Once he informed them that he didn't want the crown,he wondered,"Then who would want the throne" He then remembered Levia's proposal. Yes, he called Leviathan,Levia. He gave everyone short names.Lucifer was Lucif,Satan was Sat,Belphegor was Belp,Baal was Ba, Beelzebub was Beel,Mammon was Momo.

Listed on the pyramid organization structure were pseudo names I wasn't familiar with. Encrypted on the uppermost part was the name SEROBIA. The sheet contained a hierarchy of the headman with the subsequent levels beneath him. Taking the top spot was someone named Elam and the two just below him were Gizem and Rune. The ones beneath had similar patterns of names. In the middle portion were: Grevho Gatlin, Grevho Arsto, Grevho Faron, Grevho Shazam, and Grevho Wora. The names on the base were Serdent Sybil, Serdent Huntley. Serdent Delano, Serdent Enoch, and Serdent Eustace. Who could be the people behind these names and where will I find them?

Suhee said, smiling at her warmly. “So,” she continued, clapping her hands together, “what should we name our little group?” “Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas!” Cornelia grinned. “Aethera, Monarchy, Sirenx, Luxrae, Lunas, Evoque, Miyora, Velvet Gems, Gemini, Mirage84, STN5—short for Stanton Five—” “I think I like velvet gems” Suhee began. “Yeah,” the others agreed, finishing her thought. “And what about the roles?” one of the girls asked.

I can see her body trembling. "But that's absurd; now he doesn't want us to enter Hell?" I screamed in frustration. "We can't do anything; he is the guard of Hades. Satan's father after Cerberus is now guarding Satan." "Look at its heads—each head has a unique name: Cerberus (meaning demon of the pit), Aidoios (meaning destroyer), and Tisiphone (meaning vengeful destruction). These heads represent the past, present, and future, symbolising the creature's knowledge of all things."

“Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.” “Kings of dead universes, crotchety spirits wanting to walk again, the leftovers of an alien race, the memories of physical beings cast aside, some zeitgeist aspect made real, ancient watchers frozen in stone, entities of pure spirit who have never known flesh. Take your pick. Though, I hazard the last is probably what you’ve been describing. What name did you give it?” “Calach.” “That’s a loser. Really fucking bush league. Go big or go home is what I say. You know some big demonic titles, use them. Or try an angelic name, that’ll give you some weird results.”

The creature was certain in this as if he saw something only he could and that he felt made him superior to everyone else. “However, I don’t have that luxury.” Dominic crossed his arms struggling with his patience. “Now, to clear things up who are you?” “Het’ Tur.” Dominic’s eyes widened. This wasn’t the name he’d expected since that wasn’t the ‘god’ name he’d expected. It wasn’t a god name he knew. Though it sounded like one from a different pantheon. But the name’s sounds were off enough to be wrong. It was either a different name or a variant. He didn’t care right now. Something he’d research if it became needed.

Kairis stood by the window, arms folded, a fresh cup of tea in her hand as if nothing fazed her—even the recent massacre. Elias cleared his throat. “Hey.” Everyone turned to him. “I wanted to ask you guys something,” he said. “Have you ever heard of a god named… Valarieth?” Lucian frowned. “Valarieth?” Kai glanced at Dorian. “That doesn’t ring a bell.” Dorian tilted his head. “I think I’ve heard it. Just once. A long time ago. My grandmother had a book of forbidden names, I think. Valarieth was listed there, with no context. Just… a god. Lost to time.”

"Spirits of insight, lend us your sight. Grant us vision beyond the veil, pierce the darkness and bring forth the light. By the sacred flame that burns within, show us the way to the one who orchestrates this sinister game. Sercleah Veltarastia." I whispered a prayer under my breath, my fingers tightly intertwined. "Elemental forces, I call upon you now. Earth, air, fire, and water, lend us your strength. Unleash your power and reveal the hidden threads of deception. By the earth beneath our feet and the winds that carry our pleas, expose the puppeteer who pulls the strings. Eortha, Aero, Fȳr, and Waeter, aid us on our quest. Sibbe Secgengetan!"

Rex said whipping his head around and sliding off the bed, seeing a pale man sitting cross-legged in a wicket chair watching him. “I have a feeling you know me, but I do not know you, except you have undone something that nearly cost me my life,” the man said. “Gizerman,” Rex said, clicking his fingers when the voice and face clicked. “I hate that humankind can never get it right” the pale man cursed, “My actual name is Azulthaël, but in your tongue, it translates to Gizemgon.” “You have two names?” Rex asked, searching for his clothes.

--- The central god moved again—not to strike. To reach. It stretched a hand into the air between them, where flame and thread coiled in harmony. It touched nothing and everything at once. And then it asked: > “Then show us the name we forgot.” Azriel’s heart pounded. Behind him, Kael’s voice broke the silence. “What will you call them?” Azriel looked up, not with vengeance. Not with worship. Just truth. > “I call you by the name you buried when you chose silence.