Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
A whistle of surprise leaves Astaroth – finding some amount of kinship with the idea of it. Granted, yes, the butcher was from here, but so many years had passed it seemed unrecognizable in some aspects. A thing he’s learning day after day, thanks to Dantalion’s help. All in all, he thinks he’s made a decent adjustment. “I am sorry you had to endure that.” He offers genuinely – but he wonders if it’s a similar thought from him, whether or not he wished he could go back.
The Ancient has decided that he doesn’t want to go back, if given the chance. This new version of Caido was far more suited for his tastes, even if it had taken something like four hundred years in order to see it. He’s thankful to have the opportunity. As such, his dark gaze finds the pebbles that Deimos manipulates as he considers his next set of questions. “It is strange, isn’t it? To wake in a different place with different rules and different things to figure out?” There’s a hint of nostalgia in it, but companionship all the same. A unique factor that he, too, is currently experiencing. “Would you go back, if given the chance?” He asks, casting a glance back toward the Sword.
The Ancient has decided that he doesn’t want to go back, if given the chance. This new version of Caido was far more suited for his tastes, even if it had taken something like four hundred years in order to see it. He’s thankful to have the opportunity. As such, his dark gaze finds the pebbles that Deimos manipulates as he considers his next set of questions. “It is strange, isn’t it? To wake in a different place with different rules and different things to figure out?” There’s a hint of nostalgia in it, but companionship all the same. A unique factor that he, too, is currently experiencing. “Would you go back, if given the chance?” He asks, casting a glance back toward the Sword.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
