The Goetia Family

Paimon was sitting at the head of the table. He pretended that everything was fine, trying to maintain the appearance of normality. His ambitions had always been more important than his family, and now he tried not to interfere in the conflict, hoping that everything would resolve itself. Stolas and Stella were sitting opposite each other. Stolas tried to remain calm, but his hands were shaking with pent-up anger. Stella looked at him with disdain, her beak was compressed into a thin line. Octavia, their daughter, was sitting next to her father, buried in her phone. She was used to such scenes and tried to ignore them. Andrealphus was sitting next to his sister. His haughty gaze swept the room, assessing the situation.
Stella: You've always been so useless, Stolas. How could you stoop so low?
Stolas: You've never understood me. You've always thought only of yourself!