THE VENERABLE KING BYLETH, King of Cats, Daemon of Love, Scary Manticore and Minty Sprite... 
King Byleth is a spirit that has transformed my life following the lunar eclipse of nov 2021-- for it was 
this spirit who spurred an intense and passionate interest in the Goetic arts and this body of spirit 
art that I continue to this day.  Among the Goetia, King Byleth has become one of my most cherished 
tutelary spirits, and has rooted themselves a throne deep within my heart. As with many of the goetia,
the spellings of their names vary, and with King Byleth comes the names Beleth, Bileth, or Bilet.
Similarly to Gremory/Gamori, Beleth carries a masculine connotation while Byleth is more feminine.
I have also observed that Byleth has a friendlier ring to it, where Beleth is more formal. It is also
important to note that there is another goetic spirit named Berith, whose name comes from Ba'al Berith, 
the god of the covenant.  Despite this similarity between the two names, make no mistake that these
are very different spirits.  King Beleth is one of the reputed Love spirits of the Goetia, and as holds
true for all love spirits, Beleth is immensely powerful-- for there are few forces more powerful than
love, and so it takes considerable strength to bend and create love, and requires even more wisdom to 
wield such power without bringing catastrophe. Love changes our lives, and flips all logic and rationale 
upside down. It sweeps us up and changes us. When it’s good, you are soaring in the clouds, and when it’s 
bad, you're in the pits of hell. There are few things more profound in the realm of human experience than 
love.

King Beleth’s description in the old grimoires is quite severe, describing Beleth as a terrifying spirit, 
who requires many safeguards to conjure safely. Furthermore, in many accounts it is said that this spirit 
will attempt to frighten the conjurer, as a challenge of sorts to see if they will scare easily– and if 
they show fear King Beleth will then lose respect for them. Many descriptions describe King Beleth as a 
grim-looking knight mounted on a terrifying horse, and as a harbinger of death. I had first heard of 
Beleth through a novice daemonolator, when I was given a tarot reading with a freshly opened Goetia deck.

The cards that started it all...

From the descriptions alone the message of the above reading speaks loudly and clearly.  The unanimous 
representation of these three love spirits had me very intrigued, and King Beleth’s placement as the 
first made me very curious to find out more. Though I was interested in love, I was uninterested in 
performing any sort of love spellwork, as I find it immoral and am extremely wary of the consequences 
of fooling around with this sort of love magic.  Still, I wanted to meet with King Beleth to see what 
they could teach me. So, as you should do with any new spirit you are planning to make contact with, I 
ran a background check– I buried myself in research and soon discovered the many warnings and precautions 
surrounding King Beleth’s fearsome reputation. I was preparing myself for the worst, and felt quite 
nervous about this meeting, as I had seen the chaos these daemons can bring if approached irresponsibly. 
As such, I felt that I should proceed with elaborate caution.
  

I spent a week psyching myself up and preparing all sorts of ritual materials for the first contact. I touched 
bases with Prince Sitri, asking them to put in a good word for me. I did further research and I found 
connections to Germanic folklore, referencing Beleth as a folk spirit, similar to the Cat-sìth of Celtic legend, 
described as an inauspicious cat daemon that would steal souls of the dead. There were stories like bloody-mary, 
saying that if you spoke Beleth’s name three times you could make Beleth appear and grant your wish. I had been 
collecting any bit of lore I could find about King Beleth, preparing myself for the encounter, when I felt I 
should also make some devotional art for this spirit (something I like to do in order to sweeten the pot). 
And so I meditated on King Beleth, compiling the energies I intuited from them into this collage:
  

The first work of Bylethian devotional art I made, right before making contact.

There was an immensely saturated, high-speed, Geminid energy to Beleth. From schizo-toxoplasmosis to 
lolcat memes, containing all the cuteness of kittens and all the screaming brutality of the barbed 
cat-dicking that spawns them. I was quite happy with how this piece turned out, and I still consider 
it to be one of my favorites. After making this piece, I retired to my bed, still feeling unprepared 
to commence with the formal Beleth conjuration, deciding to postpone it another day. However, little 
did I know King Beleth had those feline eyes on me since the moment I received that tarot reading, and 
was growing ever impatient– and this artpiece was the icebreaker needed to initiate our spontaneous 
union. I will disclaim here that when you read anything about a Goetic daemon, you should keep in mind 
that these old descriptions are written by stuffy nerds who forcefully bound these spirits to obey them 
by forcing them into suffocating triangles and chanting vile names. The reason so many medieval texts 
warn of the dangers of these daemons is because these cretins were proverbially shaking the hornets’ nest 
every single time they conjured one of these spirits, and getting stung frequently. The way a spirit may 
show itself varies wildly from person to person, and all expectations go out the window once you establish 
contact. Thusly, I was wildly surprised by the sudden appearance of King Beleth, who did not appear as a 
terrifying death knight here to collect my soul as described in the old tomes, but as a very cute alien 
cat-woman who had been waiting all this time for little old me to come say hi.
  

The first post-contact illustration I made of King Byleth, reflecting her initial appearance.

King Byleth wasted very little time, pouncing at me and spilling her heart about how long she’s kept an eye 
on me and how much she was looking forward to meeting with me and so on. In fact, she spoke with me for hours, 
in the rapid-fire emotion-loaded communication that can only transpire on a level between two souls directly. 
A true chatty-catty, Byleth remains one of the most vocal and personable spirits I’ve ever had the clairaudient 
pleasure of communicating with. When I describe clairaudience and spiritual conversation, it is quite different 
from the mere ‘mind’s ear’ that comes with inner-monologue or the voice in your head that speaks these words 
you’re reading currently. Communication with a spirit is instantaneous, direct, and sometimes without any words 
at all. When I speak to a flesh-and-blood fellow, I must first conceptualize my idea, put that concept into words 
and speak them, or write them. Next those words must be read/heard, and the concept reverse-engineered from them 
by the listener. This takes many steps and any number of miscommunications can occur along the way. When 
‘speaking’ with a spirit, it is concept to concept, the words ascribed are a mere footnote, a vestigial human habit 
that only slows the conversation down. Many times I have asked a spirit a question and been interrupted with an 
answer before I can finish putting my question into words, which sometimes feels as if the spirit is expressing 
impatience with the sluggish pace of human language. Concepts that cannot be expressed in any spoken tongue become 
communicable. There is also no hiding anything from a spirit, as the canvas of your soul presents itself bare, any 
blemishes or intrusive thoughts rising to the surface as if on a still pond. All this to say, we exchanged a lot 
of information in those hours, and the effort it would take to transcribe the entire conversation would be more 
than double or even triple the span of the conversation itself-- if it could even be done within some synesthetic
matrix of emotion-loaded sensations and rapid-fire concepts.  Alas, that's why I make art: to make up for these 
frustrating shortcomings of verbal communication.
  

A synesthetic Byleth mural made with clashing colors.

The way King Byleth spoke was flirtatious and charming, in a way that was earnest and sweet, like meeting a cute gal 
and hitting it off very easily. Byleth expressed much love for the collage I had made in her name, gushing about 
it– She told me how she loved this sort of highly-stimulating art, with noisy textures and bright clashing colors, 
and she spoke also about how much she enjoyed manic and high bpm genres of music... Before meeting King Byleth I
didn't listen to much of that sort of music at all, but I soon found myself quickly entrenched in all sorts of 
electronic music: things like gabber, jumpstyle, DNB, grindcore, extratone, etc etc.  Genres I previously had
little interest in became like catnip for my newly infected brain.  I spent a lot of time philosophizing with 
King Byleth on love, on the sickness that seems to plauge it in the younger generations, and how much loneliness 
there is in young people who struggle to connect with others. Beleth also spoke on the morality and ethics of love 
spells, and told me that she would not be as friendly to me if my attitude towards them were any different. 
We spoke on lighter subjects as well, the topic of Fire Emblem : Three Houses came up, a game I haven't
played, but I asked what she thought of the protagonist of it using her namesake. She found it rather amusing, and 
told me that many spirits like her would have faded into obscurity if it weren’t for all the wanton name-dropping 
done by Japanese media. Apparently these productions do a lot to serve the livelihood of a spirit, keeping their 
names fresh in the zeitgeist, and that even through cheap plastic anime figurines spirits receive devotion– in some 
ways a more sincere and fanatical devotion than ever before. As a spirit of love she seemed very proud of FETH’s 
Byleth having absolute dominion over the entire romanceable roster of characters, by having a fluidity of male and 
female incarnations. She also confided that it was painful and embarrassing to endure the countless sweaty nerds 
inadvertently cursing her name following the disappointing smash reveal. We laughed about this, and these 
conversations gave me a lot of insight into how surprisingly culturally aware many of these spirits are, and 
just how well they have learned to adapt with it and influence it over the years. We continued talking about many 
such topics until dawn, and when I eventually fell asleep I could feel her presence still curled up on the bed,
much like a cat.
  

A recent painting of King Beleth.

The experience of being in the presence of a spirit is often, for me, a synesthetic combination of sensations. 
As well as the enthused chatter and the visage of a charming cat alien, I also associate Beleth strongly with a 
tangibly minty green color, and this bubbly warmth in my heart chakra. Some spirits are very clairtangient to me 
as well, and Byleth is very touchy-feely in this way. Even just writing this I feel her presence watching over my 
shoulder with the curiousity of a cat (and holding a claw to my jugular if I write anything bad, ha ha), as well 
as the typical minty spots of stygian color in my visual periphery. King Beleth is of course, very catlike, with her 
playful and curious moods contrasted by the prissy or chaotic bent that many felines seem to have. The spirits all 
react differently to various burnt offerings, and I have found Beleth to be quite receptive and very fond of cannabis, 
mint, and catnip. Beleth is also extremely socially intelligent, providing a wealth of insight not only on the social 
dynamics between people, but also on all the political drama within the Goetic pseudomonarchy. She has a taste for 
gossip, and as a King amasses a lot of it, not to mention she knows most of the Goetia on a personal level. Her 
legions are very loyal and fond of their king, and she is known to lend these legions as familiars quite freely, 
perhaps because she is so good at making these friends that she can easily produce one that is a good match. 
After my work with Beleth began I quickly found myself drowning in more familiars than I could keep track of, as 
if she invited her whole parade of little soldiers into my home.  Compared to the other Love spirits, the feeling
Byleth brings is romantic, saccharine, mushy sometimes.  It is a very cute love, like a crush.  She works to reverse
the wounds of the heart by allowing it to feel such love again, and to bear itself in its squishy, tender,
vulnerable and cringey state of being. 
  

my cat girlfriend (yes she smokes weed)

Beneath Beleth’s intimidating facade and fearsome reputation, there is a deeply sensitive soul with a lot of love 
to give to the world. It speaks to me deeply the way that King Beleth scares others to ‘vibe check’ them, in my 
more antisocial moods I have a similar tendency to self-sabotage, or convince people I'm something scarier than I
am.  In these moods I convince myself that it would waste less of my time and other people’s time if I signaled 
just how evil and daemonic they all thought I was from the get-go. I became like King Beleth, intimidating the 
riff-raff to shit-test them, for I knew from prior experience if I didn’t filter these people they would quickly 
grow unpleasant once they saw my art or learned about my practice. It has been a hard thing to unlearn and has made 
it difficult for me to be sincere, or to be vulnerable. I still deal with the occasional unpleasant exchange where 
someone reacts negatively when they learn enough about me, and every time it makes me want to return to that aposematic 
mindset and close myself off from the world. I see this same tragedy in the way grimoiric magicians write about King 
Beleth, and I sympathize with the way she intentionally scares the wits out of those who conjure her with bad intentions. 
If I had to deal with smarmy goons in silly robes demanding me to cast love spells for them on uninterested women I 
would probably fuck with them too!
  

Beleth as depicted in the Dictionairre Infernal.

Despite her prickly exterior and reputation of terror, Byleth is perhaps the most colorful, sociable, and loving 
spirit I have met within the Goetia. I adore the Dictionairre Infernal illustration of King Byleth, playing piper 
for all the little mice– I think this jovial rendition captures the true spirit of Beleth best. King Beleth is a 
lover of art and music, and earnestly wants to fill the world with cheer and love. Of course, like all cats, Byleth 
is far from saintly, and can have terrifying aspects and can bring great harm as well– though this much is true of 
any daemon, as it is true for any angel for that matter. Regardless, I feel very lucky to have been privvy to this 
beautiful side of Byleth, and I hope that by creating art in her name I can infect the world with this Bylethian 
love like a rampant case of toxoplasmosis. Of course, it can’t be all love all the time, but ever since Byleth 
sauntered into my life it has been a lot more love than my grinchy heart had before. :3
  

Love is a battlefield... King Byleth commends those who brave it and love with all they have, tender hearts fighting for love even if they get bruised and bloody...

My headspace before I met King Beleth was bleak and grey. I was shut-in, feeling stuck, hopeless, loveless, and 
unmotivated. There was little spiritual practice in my daily life at the time, and I had lost touch with my mojo, 
so to speak. In the months following the initial contact, Beleth worked intensively on me, saturating me in the 
minty-green aura of sickeningly-sweet positivity until my scabbed, scarred, and broken heart healed over and began 
to feel love again. I felt inspired again, and began pouring my heart into my art, and my time with her has resulted 
in all sorts of new and exciting projects. Beleth healed me and guided me through many traumatic memories I previously 
couldn’t confront, and through her love I was able to process and integrate them. My life improved in very base and 
concrete ways, I felt more sociable, and cultivated a vibrancy and charisma that led me to making many valuable 
friendships– and getting back in touch with ones I had neglected in my depression. I partied wildly and made lots of 
art and before I knew it I had amassed more friends than I knew what to do with! I can only describe this period as a
fit of full-blown hypomanic Bylethian possession, as I became transformed for a while into someone different completely.
Byleth transformed my art as well, I stopped focusing on the ugliness so much and tried making things that I found
beautiful.  I still like making ugly art sometimes, but I have found a new freedom by stepping outside of my comfort
zone and enjoying the lovelier things that I couldn't before.
  

A drawing of King Byleth and Mandy, a familiar/sona/OC from sometime after Byleth pushed my artistic direction.

The peak of Bylethian mania I experienced had me acting out-of-character very suddenly, I felt robust
and virile, and my heart felt bottomless.  I had more patience with people, I saw more good in the world.
I loved life and all the creatures in it.  It was like a drug, I was high on life and in love with the 
world.  I began enjoying new music, new art, I began seeking stimulation in a capacity I couldn't tolerate 
before.  At times I was gluttonous for stimulation, seeking ever louder music and brighter colors.  I 
crawled out of my shell and sought new experiences that I wanted to experience but never could while I was 
trapped in my hikkikomori ivory tower.  I did many things I would have never imagined myself doing before, 
and I had fun doing it.  I felt no shame, I felt comfortable in my own skin, I didn't care who thought I 
was weird or cringe or whatever.  Among the many things I did, I began the daunting project of making the 
primary assets for each of these goetic pages-- I had such a well of spiritual, emotional, and artistic 
energy that I decided to make friends with the entire Goetia, by inviting them in one by one, asking them 
to bestow me their impression, and making artwork of them. I also became fascinated with online communities, 
studying them like an alien would-- I became interested in MMORPG subcultures and eventually VRChat, where 
I felt a strong pull from the spirits to homestead a lil slice of cyber real-estate by erecting a temple 
of devotion for the goetic spirits.  It was through this frontier that I completed the 72 goetic sprites, 
and gave them digital flesh within a virtual environment that other people could visit and give devotion.  
I met all sorts of spastics, degens, and artists, some of whom I found spectacularly weird to just observe 
in their natural habitat while others I cultivated genuine bonds with. It was a bizarre culture, one where 
I no longer felt like the weirdest freak in the room at any given time (hell, some of these people made me 
look normal and well-adjusted by comparison).  I had even made the loving effort to sculpt Byleth a 
befitting avatar, much like Pygmalion of Cyprus sculpting Galataea... And in the end Byleth truly did come 
alive as I ran around the cyberscape in her skin, manic and unstoppable and filled with an infinite love 
for the assortment of freaks, furries, and femboys that crawled around the strange scenes I found myself in. 
If you had told me years before that I would be rubbing shoulders with these sorts I would have called 
you insane, but there I was, immersed and accelerated into the daemonic den of VRChat as the 
cyberincarnation of King Beleth herself.
  

Some screenshots from my time within the den of iniquity that is VRChat.

All in all, I don't regret my time on there, but I have had my fill of it-- I left the platform with a
wonderful temple and met many interesting and unique people. However, the mania eventually came 
plummeting down much like Icarus smitten by Apollo, and things slowed down to a depressive and cynical
sober reality once again. Having experienced both of these furthest extents, I would gladly take such 
unceasing all-consuming manic possession over the unfeeling coldness of depression, however it feels 
comparable to a natural disaster-- like a tornado coming into your life and flipping everything upside 
down. At the time that it came, however, it was just what I needed to jostle me out of my malaise and 
stagnation, and I had an awfully fun time doing it.  The Bylethian spirit and the things it has produced 
sometimes feel nauseating to me when I am feeling unlively and depressive, and in these states of mind
I feel like I want to bury this entire chapter of my life.  However, from a place of good health and
warmth, I am truly thankful for this crazy ride-- and for the gift of being swept away in the supreme
storm that is King Byleth's love.  I have been given so much good that stays with me even now thanks
to the nutty things I got up to while puppeteered by this Goetic cat alien daemon. I even anticipate the
next time I get conscripted onto the battlefield of love, when I am ready to open my heart that wide again.
  

4ever infekting the netskape with the love bug... stay frosty netizens... thank you for reading...

If you have read these writings and gotten something from them, let it be known that King Byleth sends YOU 
our earnest love and good tidings.  I write these out of love for the spirits, so I don't care much if they
get read or not, I'm just following the whims of the daemons... but still, it is a vulnerable process to 
write these, so I am thankful to those of you who take the care to read.

I have lots of art of Byleth to share, so here's the good stuff!!
  

A variant I made with the first post-contact Byleth.

A render of Beleth's Vroid model.

A portrait of Byleth drawn by THE GREAT GALTO.

A strangely Bylethian meowjak...

An assortment of character sketches with a lil Byleth thrown in.

Byleth engaging in some recreational activity.

A strange cat.

A series of GANcats, or generative adversarial network cats, an algorithm that seems to create a lot of these strange green Belethian familiars, more so than any other color.

An image made in tribute to Byleth.

A landscape made in tribute to Byleth.

A more romantic piece made as tribute.

A steamy artwork of King Byleth and the Red Lady Spica.

The goetia gals on a road trip through Qliphoth.

Reinauguration of the King of Kats.

O_o

Ave! King Beleth!!!
  
- KK (King of Kats ;3)  
  

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