// with our one foot in the grave //
It is relieving to see the stoic face disappear before their eyes, and Astaroth’s shoulders would relax if it weren’t for the work he’s doing to rid the Temple of the rest of the pieces of Vi and everything else left behind. It has been a long time since he’d defiled other god imagery, and nostalgia bleeds from him in a dark chuckle as his dark gaze flashes toward Charlie with the think fast, immediately dropping the hammer to catch the smaller painting.
A sharp toothed grin blooms brightly on his face, taking a note from Danta (and with a chuckle of agreement to Danta’s comment), he starts to take some of the fire from Dantalion to burn the canvas in his hands, first starting with burning handprints into the canvas material before spreading it further. “As much as that would be lovely, Danta, darling, I do think the largest should be of Dygra, don’t you?” He muses, flashing that same grin. “Not to say that you could not share a space on the wall with her to watch along with, of course.” And he pauses with a toothy grin toward Charlie. "And you could sit up there along with, my dear. The holy trinity." He winks, continuing to let the flames lick at his hands and the canvases before his attention drifts toward Maea's target practice.
Asta burns the canvas in his hands with his upgraded fire magic!
A sharp toothed grin blooms brightly on his face, taking a note from Danta (and with a chuckle of agreement to Danta’s comment), he starts to take some of the fire from Dantalion to burn the canvas in his hands, first starting with burning handprints into the canvas material before spreading it further. “As much as that would be lovely, Danta, darling, I do think the largest should be of Dygra, don’t you?” He muses, flashing that same grin. “Not to say that you could not share a space on the wall with her to watch along with, of course.” And he pauses with a toothy grin toward Charlie. "And you could sit up there along with, my dear. The holy trinity." He winks, continuing to let the flames lick at his hands and the canvases before his attention drifts toward Maea's target practice.
Asta burns the canvas in his hands with his upgraded fire magic!
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
