i can make the badguys good for a weekend
Clever enough to realize that if all the ancients were like Danta and Asta, that the world would be a very different place, Charlie was similarly of the opinion that she'd quite like to keep the Maverick close at hand. Impressed beyond measure by the options the Dusklight was able to offer its patrons, and telling Danta as such as they strolled back, Charlie couldn't help but mentally bookmark the room number of the cow/milkmaid room when they past by a second time.
"Oh no, there was a hierarchy of us. Not to brag or anything, but I was prettttty high up." It was a brag of course, but Charlie felt compelled to mention it only because she took such pride in her work. "Those of us who were higher up were in charge of organizing and delegating. Every Ghost Moon for example, we'd have a huge festival. So we'd gather together all the dedicants and send them off to gather the sacrificial animals and build up the supplies of blood. They'd also get to make prizes for the games at the festival, like small vials of virgin blood, or getting to lead a hunt!" Sighing dreamily at the memory of hundreds of ancients flitting around, slaughtering, worshipping, fucking, and having fun, Charlie glanced up at Danta.
"Then the day of the festival, I'd be the one leading the sacrifices and the blood orgies." She explains. "There were three of us at my level. The other two would lead the altar worship, and the hunting."
"Oh no, there was a hierarchy of us. Not to brag or anything, but I was prettttty high up." It was a brag of course, but Charlie felt compelled to mention it only because she took such pride in her work. "Those of us who were higher up were in charge of organizing and delegating. Every Ghost Moon for example, we'd have a huge festival. So we'd gather together all the dedicants and send them off to gather the sacrificial animals and build up the supplies of blood. They'd also get to make prizes for the games at the festival, like small vials of virgin blood, or getting to lead a hunt!" Sighing dreamily at the memory of hundreds of ancients flitting around, slaughtering, worshipping, fucking, and having fun, Charlie glanced up at Danta.
"Then the day of the festival, I'd be the one leading the sacrifices and the blood orgies." She explains. "There were three of us at my level. The other two would lead the altar worship, and the hunting."
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
