{
  "description": "Before the fall of God, there was but one Hell.\nAfter His defeat, the underworld fractured—shattered and reborn in two halves. From this broken firmament, a new realm emerged, and with it, new stories: worlds forged anew, rife with endless possibility.\nAs these tales began to form—chapters written, then unwritten—I asked myself: Where does a story truly begin?\nToo late, and meaning is lost.\nToo soon, and the story dissolves into eternity.\nLife, at its core, branches outward into a thousand tangled paths. With every soul we touch, another cycle is born. There, I found the key: take one thread—the main one—nourish it with the forces that shaped it, and follow it backwards, toward its genesis.\nThus, I saw how every branch joins the same ancient trunk—how that trunk, rooted deep, reshapes the very ground in which it stands.\nIt all began the day the Prince of Wisdom was (re)born.\nA demon whom, regardless of who summons him, all agree upon: The monster who holds back his bite is more fearsome than the one who bears his fangs while speaking.\nAnd that monster... was my dearest friend. Stolas Ars Goetia."
}