"Hey, Goetia?"
"Yes, Harold?" The Tanned man asked as he looked up from his book "Can I help you with something?"
"Me and the guys were gonna go out drinking tonight..." Harold shifted slightly "And we wanted to know if you wanted to come..."
"I have not partaken in the consumption of Alcohol." Goetia looked back to his book and flipped to the next page "It is not something I seek to correct."
"Don't be like that." Harold smiled "Its gonna be a pleasant evening, just some of the guys and a few pints. No one has any plans to get drunk." he looked around, then leaned in "Apparently, there's a wild rumour that Seteth might be joining in, but I don't buy it myself."
Goetia sighed "You are not going to forget about this, are you?"
"Come on, just a couple drinks! What's the harm?"
Later...
"Three-thousand years!" Goetia shouted out as he slammed his mug down, tears falling from his eyes "I spent three thousand years in that fucking temple! It was all going to plan! We were going to change everything!"
Harold and the guards stared at him with growing levels of concern, he had only had a couple beers and now he was shouting about how his plan to end the world had failed. Some of the other patrons were now staring at them.
"I had seven holy grails!" He continued, completely ignorant to the audience he had gathered "Fucking seven of them! It was supposed to be easy! Years of work! I had done it, I suc-hic-succeeded!"
"U-ummm...Goet-" Harold began, only for the man to lash out and grip his shirt and drag him closer.
"I even had Flauros sabotage Chaldea! They weren't even supposed to be able to Rayshift anyone!" His eyes went wide and maniacal "You know what happened!?"
"T-they ray-"
"They Rayshift!" He threw him away "They Rayshift into seven singularities and undo all my work!" he threw his tankard away "But that doesn't matter, I've still got the temple of Solomon! As long as I had that, I was fucking unbeatable! I had Ars Almed...Arse Amad...Ass...fuck! Salmon Ring of death, I had that! I couldn't fucking lose to them! Fujimaru Ritsuka was scared of a dragon that wanted to sleep in his bed! She didn't even look like a fucking dragon! She just looked like some girl!" he scrunched his face in thought "Unless...did he have a fetish...A lot of his servants were well end...endowned...ewdo...they all had big milkers...was I beaten by a pervert!?" He slammed his head on the table and continued to cry.
"Goetia-"
"Yeah! Salmon ring..." He sniffed "That and Arse Paul would make me immortal...then you know what happens next!?"
"No-"
"Solomon! Fucking Solomon shows up! What!? Apparently he had been Romani the whole time!"
"Wait, really?" George asked, one of the few guards who had actually been paying attention to the rant "I thought he was just a doctor?"
"He was! He was! Fucking Flauros went to school with him and somehow doesn't figure it out! How!?"
"What happened next?"
"Solomon shows up, uses Arse Novice or whatever and fucking kills himself! Does it in such a way that all of his work is made worthless! All my plans are ruined! If he wanted to kill himself he should have just consumed his entire medical cabinet! No need to ruin my plans!"
"What is going on in here?" A irritated voice called out, everyone turned and blanched as Seteth and the Archbishop walked into the pub "We've been getting disturbing reports or several hours now about a man from the monastery claiming he is a genocidal beast. I trust there is some explanation?"
"Goetia is explaining his life story to us." George pointed out "Apparently he's three thousand years old. You just missed Solomon's big sacrifice."
"Hm?" Goetia looked at Rhea "Ah, the phantasmals! Good, you can join me in my lamentation!" he looked around "Where's my mug?"
"You threw it over there." Harold pointed at it on the floor. Goetia followed his finger and then stared at the spilt drink as if it had betrayed him.
"Goetia." Rhea stepped forward "Please, you are intoxicated and causing a scene. If you wish to confess, the privacy of the Church is the better place."
"N-no..." Goetia hiccupped "I'll confess here...I don't want pity, I'm the Beast of Pity!" he proudly announced, then stumbled slightly.
"Goetia-"
"Join me, phantasmal." He said again, stumbling over to the bar "You've likely had a long life...reg-hic-regale us with your stories..."
Rhea frowned "Goetia, this is no place for such things, and I am not one for drinking."
Even Later...
"Wh-hic-why didn't any of them work!?" Rhea whined, tears falling from her eyes "I tried everyt-hic-everything to bring her back!"
"None of it worked, didn't it!?" Goetia exclaimed "Thousands of years of work!"
"I just wanted my mother back!"
"I just didn't want people to die!"
""What was so wrong with that!?""
An entire pub stared at the two crying people with growing degree's of discomfort.
"Perhaps...we shouldn't have invited him..." Harold said, scratching his head.
"Nah..." George shook his head "I liked his story. Sound cool, doesn't it? Like an adventure of old!"
"You do realise this is all drunken nonsense?" Seteth said, although he himself had a pint in hand.