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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen
Please slit my perfect throat with the knife that I gave you
As he let the Voice take him in her arms, Sam let go of the last of the objections in his mind, at least for the moment. It was still true that he had never experienced a peace or love like that which the Voice could give and in that moment, the forgiveness she gave him was powerful indeed, the overwhelming nature of her maternal love bringing tears to his eyes.
He gasped with sudden relief as his strength returned and with it the lump in his throat disappeared at once; hoping his Goddesses words were true with all of his heart, Sam leaned back enough to look up into her face. "...Thank you. Are...are the other Ascended mad at me?" He asked, clear anxiety in his face. "I'm worried they might attempt to hurt me."
i'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything that you need.
Smoothing his hair down with her hands and smiling sadly at him, the Voice merely let her head shake softly. "Some are. I think more so because of what happened during LongNight. This was all...poor timing." It was an understatement, but the Voice was quite sure that Sam was well aware of the ramifications of his actions. He didn't need her to further underscore past mistakes made.
"It may take them time to forgive you, and that's okay my bright one. Don't force it. You must show them what you have showed me. All of us make mistakes." She said encouragingly, as any mother might when there was dissension among her children.
Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen
Please slit my perfect throat with the knife that I gave you
Sam nodded, though he still felt privately that if they had gone with Wessex's plan for Longnight the ramifications would have been much worse; not that his idea was good, but...he sighed, trying to let go of that attitude, knowing it wasn't going to help anyone. "I understand." For a moment he closed his eyes and stayed safe in the moment, his mothers fingers in his hair...then took a breath and leaned away, knowing he couldn't remain forever.
"Thank you. Um, for taking me back and talking to me." He said, taking some steps away from the shrine. Hands clasped together he spoke with his eyes to the ground, but now from respect rather than disgust. "I'm...going to try and do better. I want you to be proud of me."
i'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything that you need.
"I will always be here for you Sam." The Voice said, letting him go with a maternal smile of affection.
"We are all trying to do better. Don't ever forget that we are all striving to be more. We should always try to make each other proud." Many of Sam's problems it seemed, came from always feeling as though he lacked things everyone else had. But he didn't, truly. He just saw his failings under a magnifying glass and worried over them until they consumed him.
While her ascended weren't human in the strictest sense, they were fallible in many ways. And like Sam, the Voice too was trying to improve herself, if only to improve them.
"We will speak soon." She said with a final smile, before disappearing in a frame of electricity.
