Upon the pure white Solomon walked alone. Carrying a box the size of his body filled with the things he owned when he was alive. His footsteps were as light as the clouds that he stood on. He arrived in heaven, most would say. For Solomon was a good man who followed the Lord.

Another figure came to greet him. The one the king would recognize as his Lord. The one who gave him the gift of wisdom and power. He greeted them.

"Welcome home, my son." the Lord said. Bowing his head and body in form of prayer, Solomon would return the greeting.

"I am home. Just like my father and fathers before me." A smile. The Lord would hug him. For they were a good Lord that welcomed their children. A welcoming, kind God. Solomon would hug them back and gave him the box he carried.

The Lord knew what was inside, but still they asked.

And Solomon replied, "They were my belongings. The ones gifted from you, Lord. And now, I return them to you." The king opened the box, There were the ten rings and a few of his personal favorite things.

The Lord smiled.

[[ What about the one clinging you, Solomon? ]]

Solomon looked down towards the golden haired child that held him so tightly in his sleep. He named this one, cared for this one like none other.

"This is Goetia," he said.

"How strange." he carressed the child. "Even after his memories were wipes clean and his core purified, he still will not let go of me with his tiny little hands."

"He was supposed to be returned as a blank canvas, and yet..." Perhaps the canvas is broken.

"He still holds on to me..." Solomon chuckled. He showed the Lord how he tried to remove the child from his shoulders, like an unyielding sleeping child he is. The Lord also laughed from the attempt.

[[ Give him to me. ]]

From mere words alone the tiny arms snapped and went limp. The sleeping body now slumped perfectly into the box. Solomon knew it would be so, he gave the box to the Lord alongside the body that was once Goetia. "Thank you for lending me this gift. I had fun."

They both smiled and exchanged a few more words of parting. With the box on the Lord's hand, they asked one last question to Solomon.

[[ Are you not going to say goodbye to your Goetia ? ]]

Solomon shook his head. "

Nah. I am alright." And he left.

A gift and a blessing returned.