Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
It was beautiful, with its red stained glass pieces mixed in with the painted gold accents of the chimes. The assumption in putting it out by the door he has is that if people walk through the hallway and past it, it would make a little chime, the wind of their passage enough to move the little gilded tubes of metal. “I was quite pleased when I found it.” He hums, a bit proud of himself as he starts to set up the lanterns, utilizing the match book and his magic to place two of them, one on either side of the door frame.
Once the two flicker with a small flame, Asta’s satisfied, and extinguishes the little flame of the matchstick as he collects a few green pieces Maea’s brought with to make little garlands for underneath the lanterns and along the door with her. “Everyone has talked about it, but never gone into specifics. I’m afraid I don’t know much other than monsters in the night.” His dark gaze slides over to her with a raised brow, curiosity getting the best of him if she were willing to share.
As far as Astaroth is concerned, he’s always very much been the monster in the night. But these were a different kind, so he assumes.
Once the two flicker with a small flame, Asta’s satisfied, and extinguishes the little flame of the matchstick as he collects a few green pieces Maea’s brought with to make little garlands for underneath the lanterns and along the door with her. “Everyone has talked about it, but never gone into specifics. I’m afraid I don’t know much other than monsters in the night.” His dark gaze slides over to her with a raised brow, curiosity getting the best of him if she were willing to share.
As far as Astaroth is concerned, he’s always very much been the monster in the night. But these were a different kind, so he assumes.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
