i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
“I believe the Temple should be a perfect place for the shrine.” Astaroth says casually, dark gaze flitting over toward the Maverick as they make their way into the dark, glassy cavern of the Obsidian Cathedral. “It would make for a wonderful surprise for our dearest Charlie, wouldn’t you agree?” Soaking up the warmth of the Climb to sate bones made cold by the snows in the Grounds, the butcher fully intends on getting as much heat here as he physically can before they make their return.
At least this is just the start, though, still requiring a chunk of obsidian on this trek. First things first, though, the offering given to their beloved Dygra, concealed in the dark leather bag Astaroth carries along with them, paving the way down the glassy walkway between the pews like a devilish nun to the basin in the center.
At least this is just the start, though, still requiring a chunk of obsidian on this trek. First things first, though, the offering given to their beloved Dygra, concealed in the dark leather bag Astaroth carries along with them, paving the way down the glassy walkway between the pews like a devilish nun to the basin in the center.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
