Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Nodding with the confirmation, Astaroth shifts his weight a little, cane moving with it as he readjusts and lets his gaze drift from the water to the Sword, curious to glean more from this mammoth of a man. But it appears as though the question is for him this time, and Astaroth’s smile flickers back to life on his face.
“Bathed in fire.” He offers it easily, before he tilts his head a little. “I had been a statue until Danta found me and brought me back via flame.” Though it had spurred a fight shortly after, Astaroth was unused to not having a leash all the same as the Maverick had. “Bathing in blood helps speed up the process if I recall correctly, alas, I know flame works for sure.” He murmurs, smirking lightly with the idea.
That and the idea of a fire bath right now sounded phenomenal.
“Bathed in fire.” He offers it easily, before he tilts his head a little. “I had been a statue until Danta found me and brought me back via flame.” Though it had spurred a fight shortly after, Astaroth was unused to not having a leash all the same as the Maverick had. “Bathing in blood helps speed up the process if I recall correctly, alas, I know flame works for sure.” He murmurs, smirking lightly with the idea.
That and the idea of a fire bath right now sounded phenomenal.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
