Call me selfish when I say this

/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable

He continues to watch her in a surprising amount of silence, a look crossing his face that seems to say yes, and? to the comment of torturing him — like it didn’t matter that he had, because the man had deserved it. Which, as far as Astaroth is concerned, was entirely and wholly correct. “Maea, you are upset that a man that not only assaulted you, but also attacked all of the rest of the Dusklight workers that were there, and a number of innocent people trying to enjoy themselves — is dead? And it was too far that I “tortured” him when you and I both know he wouldn’t have had any issue torturing anyone else he set his eyes on?” A deep rumble of a humorless chuckle escapes the Ancient, dark eyes fixating on her as she spirals.

He lets her continue, biding his time by adjusting the gloves on his hands. “What makes you believe there is a textbook way to be an Ancient? That we all have to do things the same way? The way I act as an Ancient does not mean that Danta acts the same way.” Danta was far more chaotic than the butcher was, but in the day to day most times rather than instances like this.

“I did the Hollowed Grounds a favor. I just so happened to do one for myself, too. And once again you cannot accept that sometimes that is simply just how things are.” Annoyance flares for a brief second, breaking through the calm exterior he held after satisfying his bloodlust.

Astaroth

i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted