Ars Goetia – Episode 8 (Paid-Members)

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A/N: The way I think of Devil Magic in DxD is that it’s a extremely simplistic system. For example, a Fireball is easy to make, you just have to imagine it and fuel the ‘Spell’ with Mana and done, but for something as complex as healing, it requires precision, knowledge and calculative ability nobody except Beelzebub knows. It’s why Healing Sacred Gears like Asia’s Twilight Healing and Phenex Tear are so highly sought after.

As for Human Magic, it operates relatively the same with an extra step of converting these processes to mathematical equations hence the differences between Mages and Devils. The first needs to translate all these processes and Mana Manipulation into binary codes that ‘hack’ reality, the second only need to know all the steps required.

Why do I think so? Because if Imagination is all it takes, no Devil will waste time collecting Sacred Gear Users. Just imagine they’re getting boosted and you have the Boosted Gear in the form of a ‘Spell’. Plus, the Devils would’ve taken over the world and the various Pantheons.

Their fertility issue won’t even be a problem, just imagine a fertility spell that works on them. Yes, the Mana requires may be a problem but I don’t believe the Satan and Super Class, who can destroy the world, can’t pour the Mana to create a simple fertility spell.

Even Clan Traits, especially ones like PoW of the Bael will be made worthless compared to Traits that increase Affinities. Every Devil would be shooting out PoW left, right and center if Imagination is all it really takes, lol. I refuse to believe the Devils, no matter how backwards and conceited they are, never thought of this. Even if they’re that dumb, Beelzebub should have figured it out.

In a fit of frustration, the bearded man angrily jabs the remote, flipping through the channels in the hope of finding something different.

However, each channel echoes the same repetitive narrative. “– According to eyewitness accounts, there have been frankly astonishing claims that Goetia possesses the ability to reverse the supposedly irreversible effects of aging. And if the rumors circulating are to be given any credence…”

Bristling with impatience, Billy Butcher hastily presses the remote once again, revealing yet another unsettling news broadcast. “– Witness the arrival of the Son of the Devil himself! He’s striding among us, eager to bring forth the End of Time! Despite the news of Judgement Day, what does the Left do? They rally behind him! Offering adoration and singing his praises that rightfully belong to the Lord- the One True G–!”

Regardless of their political leanings, it seems that the news channels have succumbed to the Biblical narrative- a clear display of their limited intelligence, and the mob-mentality the rabbles adopt if he has ever seen one.

But William knows better.

He sees right through the façade and recognizes Goetia for what he truly is, just another sadistic fucking Supe under Vought. One William understands that, if he are to have any hope of retribution against Homelander, he must first rid of. He just needs to reassemble the Boys now that the Hughie is in, then comes official business…

But first, a clear victory must be had, else it is not going to be easy to convince them.

“Time to get to fucking work.”

— Ars Goetia —


As I awaken with a startled gasp, a peculiar sensation courses through my body.

A warm sphere seems to be moving, starting at my chest and spreading through my limbs.

It feels as though I’m growing stronger, but there is a distinct difference in this experience.

Remembering what Belial once told me, I realize that my PL is already past the Super-Class.

The only obstacle I face is that my magic is spread equally among the Pillars, and every time I unlock a new Trait, my Magic doubles. Yet, contrary to my expectations, my PL seems to cap at a certain point. I reflect on the fact, and soon come to the realization I have only obtained one Aspect of Agares, which may be the reason for my stunted growth, at least that is the best explanation I can come up with, and since Sins, specifically Pride who can be quite the insufferable know-it-all, and Belial are not offering any clarification, it’s the one I’m going with.

Although the growth of my Magic is lesser than expected, there is a noticeable change.

I can feel the invisible Barrier that separates me from becoming a Mid-Stage High-Class Demon weakening, buckling; and my Physical Attributes, while still untested, have received a significant boost also. Homelander’s no longer my opponent, not that the man-child ever was to begin with, but now a fist-fight with him will be child’s play with or without my advantage in experiences.

With a contented grunt, I flex my bulging muscles and let a smug smile play on my lips. There’re few pleasures in the world that have eluded me thanks to the Department’s various policies and amazing employee benefits, but none can compare to the sheer satisfaction of ascending to even greater heights, and the fact this is merely the beginning fills me with what I can only describe as enthusiasm for a brighter future- one I can already see well-within grasp. “Alex’s gonna be so jealous.”

The Individual in question used to be my rival,

We’d engage in a fierce battle to claim the Title of ‘Employee of the Month’ in the Department’s North American Branch.

We both had our fair share of victories.

Truth be told, I didn’t like him at first.

He’s the exact opposite of me, after all.

In contrast to my inclination to overanalyze every little aspect, Alex embraced a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ mentality. The guy had a tendency to rush into situations- guns blazing. Some of us had actually made a wager on how long he would last in the Department with said approach. Ironically, the person who proposed the bet was the first to die.

Needless to say, in my previous line of work, survival was a rarity.

The majority would perish within a year of active duty, and only a select few managed to serve actively for a longer period.

While I had acquaintances and people I regarded as friends, there was always an invisible barrier between us. Most opted to maintain a certain distance, not wishing to experience the pain of losing someone close to them again. Us two were the only ones who surpassed the initial record of three years held by our manager before he was transported to a more comfy desk job.

“I hope life’s treating you well, brother.” The existence of the Multiverse’s all but confirmed at this point. Perhaps, I may visit my Earth in the near future. One can only hope, and until then… My ears perch up as I attempt to filter out all the unimportant noises, before latching onto Cindy’s voice. “– I’m warning you, if you so much as look at Jon the wrong way, I’m g–” Try as I may, I fail to keep the weary smile off my lips.

Never before had anyone expressed explicit concern for me before.

Worried about what my presence may mean, perhaps, but typically, it’s always the opposite–I was the one concerned for others.

It does feel good, knowing someone has my back if push comes to shove; who isn’t merely doing so in order to benefit, which Vought and Madelyn fall under. If public sentiment were to turn shift against me, I have no doubt they’d be the first to throw me under the bus,

Especially the power-hungry blonde. Amazing sexual partner I may be, no amount of sex will compensate for that gaping hole she’s trying to fill, likely caused by past traumas or something similar. To put it simply, Stillwell’s desperate for control, and should I threaten that? It’s off-with-my-head…

Her apparent favor towards me is nothing but a manipulative tactic to exert control over me. This woman, who shows such cruelty towards herself, is even willing to use her own body not out of necessity, but for the sake of power. She absolutely cannot be trusted. The list of people I know will have my back if the need arises can be counted on one hand: Cindy is at the top of the list, mainly due to her background; Muriel’s just a candidate at the moment…

Harper is a maybe, but her naivety puts her in a worse position than both.

A smile blossoms on my lips as I muse. “In any case, I hope things get interesting soon.”

I stretch once and slowly make my way to the kitchen, where Cindy and I typically share our meals.

As I enter the kitchen, I notice the two women who’re engrossed in a conversation quickly diverting their gaze, appearing somewhat guilty. But, I decide not to pursue the matter further. As long as they are not engaging in any harmful behaviors towards each other and are not causing any significant disruptions, I can’t care less. “Jon, you brought another woman home…”

Cindy pouts, and I shrug in response. “It happens. We have rooms to spare anyway.” Compared to other celebrities, my place- the five-bedroom flat’s rather inconspicuous, which is the whole point to begin with. No one will believe the arrogant and sinful Goetia’s living arrangement is so modest, putting us out of the public gaze. The entire building’s also covered under Barriers formed from Enochian Runes. As it turns out, the Ancient Language’s not at all Holy, and are just the Abrahamic equivalent of the Nordic Runes.

Who’d have guessed?

Everyone, from the Heavenly Host commanded by Yahweh’s most loyal; the Grigori who have fallen to Sins yet wish to preserve their Grace; to the Demons who have abandoned their Father’s Light to cultivate their own Powers which later evolved to the Traits I now use, all can use Enochian regardless of their allegiance, be it Holy or Demonic. Sadly, I’m not really good at it, Rune-Making requires extreme precision at Mana Manipulation, which I lack.

It appears that there are drawbacks to acquiring magical powers too quickly. The utilization of Magic inevitably leads to the loss of Mana, transforming it into what is referred to as Ambient Mana by the Pillars.

This explains the apocalyptic scene I caused while squaring off against off-brand Superman.

In fact, by simply existing, I’m passively emitting Mana into the surroundings, which is far from ideal or optimal.

According to Belial, this issue is apparently unsolvable. This circumstance is also the reason why my Charm reaches Supernatural level.

It is said that beauty lies in the perception of the beholder, as such universal beauty does not actually exist. However, as a Demon, my very presence is temptation itself which has an impact on my Mana as well, the one passively discharged included.

A Spell I use will always be more destructive than a Mage at the same level, and my Charm will be upgraded every time I reach a certain milestone. One may think this is a good thing, but it’s not, not to me at least. Firstly, Demonic Mana can cause things to mutate unnaturally. For world filled with Pantheons, this is not an issue, as the different Mana and Divinities will cancel each other out, but for this Earth where metaphysical energies have only recently been put to use by Supes who utilize them?

An unrestrained Super-Class Aura can be cataclysmic.

Furthermore, possessing charm can certainly be advantageous, but it can also turn into a disadvantage. Moreover, at a certain level, it can also be deemed as Mind Control, a morally reprehensible act.

Apart from the fact that it’ll become monotonous to have everyone obediently responding to my every whim, I’m.. Just not that evil malevolence. While I may be selfish, I still think there’re boundaries that should never be crossed, and Mind Control is one of them. It’s the kind of Power only true degenerates will wish for. But, this is a problem for a latter date, for now… “What, you jealous?”

As I playfully taunt, the girl swiftly turns away, skillfully manipulating her Telekinesis to levitate a cluster of dishes.

She then casts a smug glance in Muriel’s direction, seemingly implying, ‘Look! We can manage perfectly fine without your presence!’ I wisely choose to ignore the interaction, instead opting to address the middle-aged woman.

“Ms. Muriel, would you kindly join us for dinner?” I extend a polite invitation in an effort to alleviate the uncomfortable atmosphere.

The woman hesitates nervously, but ultimately acquiesces, graciously accepting my offer. “T- Then, excuse me.”

For tonight’s meal, we have delectable medium-rare steaks adorned with a flawlessly seared crust, accompanied by creamy mashed potatoes and veggies adorned with tantalizing sauce drips.

Without delay, I begin indulging in the feast, and right on schedule, the two women join me. “How has work been, Jon?” Cindy inquires,

“Terrible.” And I admit. “The Seven really don’t live up to their name at all. Their teamwork is like watching squabbling three-year-olds. Most of them rely entirely too much on their powers and they’re cowardly. It’s frankly disappointing. Noir and Maeve are exceptions, unfortunately, their efforts can’t make up for the faults of the other four… But on the bright side, I unlocked another Trait!”

I turn to the silent Muriel, a smile plastered on my lips. “Ms. Muriel, how’d you like to become a Supe?”

Both send surprised looks, since according to their understandings, Supes are creations of God. I have my suspicions about the claim, but I haven’t told Cindy yet. I haven’t told anybody, to be honest. “S- Sir, you– But, I–” She stutters for a moment, before for a quiet, “Why? I’ve not done anything for you? You said it yourself, you don’t even want my Soul…” The Telekinetic, on the other hand, looks close to exploding as she stabs the poor piece of steak repeatedly, glare boring into the ex-Christian.

“Of course, nothing comes for free. As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a free meal. In exchange for the Power, I do expect you to work as a Hero. While I can’t offer you the kind of wealth that Vought can, it’s not an issue to provide you with a monthly payment. Keep in mind, what I giveth, I can also taketh away.” As much as I abhor religions in general, I simply can’t stop playing into it.

It's… Addicting, truth be told. “You may also choose to decline this offer, I won’t force you, but my help will only be available for a period of three months. Afterwards, you will need to find employment like everyone else. I will not tolerate freeloaders in this household.” Though Muriel has mentioned her expertise in chores, the Telekinetic can do all that and more, hence her presence’s completely unnecessary.

Better to put out another Hero and subtly advertise my ability to grant Powers, than keep her confined in my house. It’s for her as much as it is for me. I’ll get free advertisement, and show to the world I take care of my own, while Muriel will get a purpose and a reason to live, now that her family has disowned her.

“I’m not expecting you to put yourself in extreme danger, but it would be great if you could help out with smaller tasks, like rescuing cats from trees or similar situations. In fact, all you have to do is build a positive reputation for yourself. It is the most effective way to repay me. What do you think?” Chin plopped on my the backs of my hands, I smile patiently at the fidgeting woman. “No pressure.”

“M- May I ask, what Powers will I receive?”

As I bite into a piece of steak and speak, I clarify my point. “Your Physical Attributes will undoubtedly see an improvement, but your actual Power will be determined randomly, based on your Soul.” While I can intervene in the process, Power obtained naturally tends to be stronger than that which is chosen. “Fret not, there’s no useless ability in my repertoire.”

Even something as trivial as the Gremory’s [Enhanced Mana Manipulation] would significantly enhance Muriel’s aptitude in utilizing and regulating her magical abilities. This would be of great significance for a Mage, as the ability to effectively manipulate Mana is crucial in their practice. “So?”

‘Hook, line and…’

Muriel’s eyes gleam with excitement, clearly intrigued by my offer. “I accept, Milord.”

‘Sinker.’

As Gold flows from my palms, forming an opulent Throne with a Sword elegantly sheathed at the front, a grin spreads across my face, I command. “Then kneel, my dear subject. Kneel to your Lord.” Muriel gets off her seat, prostrating herself before me. Although I initially had a notion of a knightly pose in mind, I suppose this works too… The indoctrination is deep in this one. “I’m ready, Milord. Deliver unto your servant salvation.”

With a swift pull, I extract the Sword from its golden sphere, where it had been safely encased.

Contrary to a conventional weapon, the blade appears as a manifestation of condensed light, possessing an exquisite beauty that captivates even me.

The thought crosses my mind: ‘Is this really a Demonic Trait?’

And Belial answers, ‘What are Demons if not rebels seeking liberation from a Tyrant? What are we, if not abused children made by a man to be tools for his amusement?’

“Muriel Humphrey, heed to my command!”

As I speak, my voice booms with otherworldliness, filling every inch of the building. “In recognition of your Oath of Loyalty to this Duchy, I, the Archduke of Dignitaries, hereby bestow upon you the high honor of Knighthood.”

There are other Titles, but the Trait seems to possess a system of its own to judge one’s worthiness based on their achievements and personal prowess. A system that even I, the Owner, cannot circumvent.

“By the authority vested in me as the Archduke of the East, and in the name of the four Great Satans, I dub thee Madam Humphrey…! Arise, Knightess.”

The lowest form of Nobility one can receive, above them are: Lord/Lady;

Baron/Baroness;

Viscount/Viscountess;

Count/Countess;

Marquis/Marquise;

Duke/Duchess;

Prince/Princess;

And last but certainly not least, King.

All of which are, according to Belial, under the four Satans, of course.

“May you bear this Title with dignity and nobility. Rise now, Lady Humphrey, Knightess. Go forth, fulfill the duties and responsibilities entrusted to you. May your sword remain ever sharp, your heart resolute, and your actions bring honor to your Liege.

Congratulations on this momentous occasion. Arise, Lady Humphrey, Knightess of House–” I’m about to say Agares, but something holds my tongue… I quickly understand, while I may hold the Pillars’ Traits; wear their Titles… But theirs are not my name, but what is mine then, if not Agares or Belial?

“Mammon!”

The undeserved burst of anger cools the moment I voice my True Name. “Rise, not as a servant of the Tyrant-Who-Reigns, but as a retainer of your Lord!” The Sword resting on Muriel’s shoulder shatters in a million motes, seeping into her pores as she gasps, then, in an embarrassing display, moans. Something breaks behind me as Cindy’s bloodlust climbs to height I never knew it could. I turn a glare at her, blocking the Psychic Burst that would’ve blown Muriel’s skull to bloody bits.

In that precise moment, a sudden eruption of white flame emanates from Muriel's trembling figure, strangely devoid of any pain or burning sensation.

Instead, it radiates a comforting warmth upon the skin. Both Cindy and I swiftly direct our attention towards this woman wrought in the Healing Flame. Within the recesses of my mind, I hear Belial utter, ‘Phenex's...’ Followed by a flood of information which explains to me about the White Flame as being the curative essence associated with House Phenex, while its counterpart, the Black Flame, symbolizes destruction.

‘Our causes shall greatly benefit from the tears she sheds.’

If the Flame only heals, then the Tears heal and perfect. While Phenex Tear cannot grant Supernatural Abilities, the mere consumption of it guarantees immediate attainment of optimal physical fitness.

Additionally, its unique capability to reverse the effects of aging, restoring individuals to their youthful prime, is truly remarkable.

The most amazing aspect, however, lies in its sheer potency, as a single drop is all that is required to unlock these incredible benefits. ‘By Lucifer’s grace…’

Driven by curiosity, I delve deeper into Muriel's Soul and uncover the presence of a symbol depicting a Phoenix coiled around a glowing sphere. Yet, to my surprise, this representation appears incomplete, with half of the phoenix mysteriously missing, likely the destructive half which is fine by me. “Congrats. You’ve received the Power to Heal. Treasure it.” Muriel holds a hand to her mouth, clearly in shock, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Seeing the treasures about to be wasted, I immediately summon a bowl to hands and put it in hers.

“Don’t waste your Tear!” I command with enthusiasm, eagerly rubbing my hands together as the liquefied Vitality drips into the awaiting container. Muriel appears puzzled, yet does as she’s instructed, sniffling along the way. Regrettably, her tears quickly cease to flow… Part of me wants nothing more than to pinch her arm to gather more tears, but I resist the impulse, cursing Greed, who is whispering in my ears like a creep.

Dignitary Ascendency is more than just a means to acquire loyalty; it holds deeper significance. After all, no Demon will fulfill Wishes without a price. Any boost in magical abilities experienced by someone Titled or a Named will also pay dividend to me, directly expanding my Mana Pool.

The percentage may be modest, merely 3% of their overall progress, but the prospect of bestowing Titles upon hundreds, thousands, or even millions of individuals sends a thrilling shiver down my spine.

Regrettably, my lofty aspiration is nothing more than a pipe-dream, as it faces several limitations. Firstly, it is utterly impossible to bestow a Title upon someone who surpasses my own strength.

Furthermore, the Trait itself comes with an excessively long cooldown, approximately 3 months for the Knighthood process, with each following Rank doubling the cooldown duration.

Granting someone the status of Lord, for example, would render a 6-month cooldown, while conferring the title of Baron would amplify it to an entire year, and so forth. Additionally, no matter how powerful I grow, there is no means to reduce this cooldown period.

Lastly, there remains the risk of treachery from those bestowed with Titles.

Though I possess the ability to revoke the Pseudo-Trait they have gained with a mere snap of my fingers, their physical capabilities and Mana Pool will remain. Of course, their betrayal won’t stop me from receiving dividend, but if I were to Title too many without concern for their character, they can and probably will band together against me at a later date. The thoughts immediately snuff out my ambition as I look at the eager Muriel, who is playing with the White Flame like a child.

“What do you think?”

I poke her forehead to snap the woman out of her daze, and she blushes, scratching her cheek shyly. “It’s- I- I have no word to describe this… It’s amazing, Milord!”

In a tender display of gratitude, Muriel extends her arms, enveloping me in an embrace that nearly triggers a murderous outburst from our residential Telekinetic. “Thank you, Milord,”

She exclaims, awed. “You are truly extraordinary! The possibilities that this brings are beyond imagination!”

Returning her embrace, I gently pat her head while cautioning. “Tread carefully in your endeavors. Not everyone possesses noble intentions. There are those who are driven solely by their own selfish desires, and they won’t hesitate to resort to violence or even abduction to further their own ends.” Just as I am about to beckon Cindy to join, my phone abruptly begins to ring.

I relinquish my hold on Muriel, drawing my phone to see, “Madelyn? Why’s she calling me at this hour…?”

While it is conceivable that she may desire a repetition of this morning’s events, I highly doubt it. I am good, no doubt, but not to the extent that would cause her to throw away all manners of dignity. I swipe right, bringing the phone to my ear, “Goetia speaking. What’s the matter?”

“– Haven’t you seen the News?”

My brows pinch as I respond, “No… Why?”

“– Flight 37 has been hijacked by terrorists–”

“Call Planelander then.” I scoff. “Sounds right up his alley.”

A sigh escapes from the other end of the line, belonging to the blonde woman. “– Normally, I would, but you already know how John is. I… I fear that he may mess things up somehow. You are more… Cautious from my observations.”

“Oh?” I smile. “Is that a compliment I hear?”

“– Goetia–”

Madelyn starts, only to be interrupted by me. “Fine, fine. Send me the coordinates.”

“– Already has someone on it.” True to form, within moments, the Vought App on my phone illuminates with a series of notifications. I end the call, turning to Cindy and Muriel. “Apology girls… Duty calls.”

I’m ready to take off, but watching the wave and wave of bloodlust that seems to linger over the Telekinetic, I rethink my decision. “Or… You two can come along.”

It’s one thing to reverse the effects of aging by destroying waste-accumulation and rendering the wear and tear in cells and tissues a person naturally cumulates during one’s lifespan null, it is another to heal injuries.

One requires me to rejuvenating bodily functions by replicating the Effect of the Fountain of Youth through… Rudimentary knowledge of biology, with Worthlessness negating the bad side-effects and Demonic Magic doing most of the heavy-lifting and pumping a tiny portion of my nigh limitless Vitality into dying tissues and cells, the other is replacing lost flesh and blood, both of which are not possible.

I can’t render ‘Lack of Substances’ worthless, after all, no matter how hard I try.

That’d be ‘Denying Nothingness’,

It touches on the Concept of Creation- the Realm of the Gods.

If someone happens to be badly injured, all it will take is for Muriel to ‘burn’ them, while I’ll have to meticulously pick up atoms from the environment and transform them to flesh that also matches the person’s DNA perfectly, else that patch of flesh will just get rejected by the host’s immune system, kicking their body in full panic mode.

Hell, I’m more likely to harm than help the person I’m trying to help with that method…

As for Cindy… Telekinetic is useful everywhere, but I’ll admit, I just don’t want her to sulk, which she no doubt would if I were to take Muriel and not her. “Some terrorists have taken over a plane, and since the Seven are licking their wounds still, after the disastrous beating I gave them, the responsibility falls to us… You girls ready?”

Both nod.

“Perfect. Let’s go.”