[Training] King of All Creation

so play it out, i'm wide awake, it's a scene about me
there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay

“Precisely, darling.” Astaroth practically purrs, ending on a sigh of another gentle laugh. Easily trapped within her hand, the butcher remains in his perfect posture, eyeing her as her name is aired and he repeats it on a tongue dripping purely of old fashioned Whitebrim. But she steps closer and Astaroth’s gaze continues to track her face, even as her hand adjusts his arm to flirt with the cuff of his silken shirt. It’s a bold move from her and that’s what keeps him from breaking this contact where he otherwise might have, preferring to be touched as little as possible – aside from the one who’s touch is most comforting Danta.

His horned head cocks at her question, grin twitching into a smirk for whatever game this might be, the light from a surge of flowing magma behind him casting dark shadows of pronged antler-like horns against her still golden face. “Where is the fun if not to be taken over? To be one’s primal self?” Astaroth hums at first, keeping that smirk on his face as the butcher regards her more as a playful opponent now rather than a beautiful face with a dark mind. “However, I will let you in on a little secret of mine,” bending just enough not to hurt his torso more than it already is, Astaroth’s grin is still just as sharp as it nears her. “it isn’t so much the blood as it is the hunt.”

Astaroth

and if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me