// with our one foot in the grave //
Eager to see Maea’s feral shift against the Voice, Astaroth works with her to demolish the Voice’s statue, leaving whatever painted nudity scene Charlie and Danta are talking about to themselves. At least until he’s brought up and he flashes Charlie a sharp and bright grin with a nod. “You flatter me, darling.”
The statue is destroyed shortly after, his silken shirt coated with a sheen of dust he doesn’t seem to mind much about as he turns to listen to the next option, of different ways to worship — and when the priestesses eyes land on him, he knows what she means. He isn’t much for the sexual type of worship (even if Danta had been changing that as of late, and sharing the bloodlust burden with others has sparked something new within him), so he inclines his head slightly in a quiet understanding. “Different sections are a brilliant idea.” He agrees on the heels of Danta’s words, before bowing his head just enough to agree with Maea and Danta once again.
“It appears as though you have all of us to help.” He flashes that sharp grin again, ready to be put wherever she needed him.
Asta will stay to help!
The statue is destroyed shortly after, his silken shirt coated with a sheen of dust he doesn’t seem to mind much about as he turns to listen to the next option, of different ways to worship — and when the priestesses eyes land on him, he knows what she means. He isn’t much for the sexual type of worship (even if Danta had been changing that as of late, and sharing the bloodlust burden with others has sparked something new within him), so he inclines his head slightly in a quiet understanding. “Different sections are a brilliant idea.” He agrees on the heels of Danta’s words, before bowing his head just enough to agree with Maea and Danta once again.
“It appears as though you have all of us to help.” He flashes that sharp grin again, ready to be put wherever she needed him.
Asta will stay to help!
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
