Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
Watching the peryton wiggle free from the grasp, the butcher’s smile twists a touch more painted than it had been before, but he watches nonetheless as Belial takes to the skies to hopefully ward away any gore crows from ruining what would otherwise be a good day.
Attention drawn back to the Sword, his dark honey gaze focuses on the gloves in question — recognizing them from the fight yet not knowing their magical prowess, he shifts the cane to his other hand as he dips his chin in acceptance. “Of course.” The agreement is easy, even the way his tail weaves comfortably, low yet hovering above the rocky earth. “I’m afraid I won’t put up nearly as much of a challenge as the tournament’s participants.” It’s on an air of another accented chuckle, before he’s stepping forward with a hand outstretched, unsure if he’s to already have them or try to take them.
He’s sure Deimos will tell him either way.
Attention drawn back to the Sword, his dark honey gaze focuses on the gloves in question — recognizing them from the fight yet not knowing their magical prowess, he shifts the cane to his other hand as he dips his chin in acceptance. “Of course.” The agreement is easy, even the way his tail weaves comfortably, low yet hovering above the rocky earth. “I’m afraid I won’t put up nearly as much of a challenge as the tournament’s participants.” It’s on an air of another accented chuckle, before he’s stepping forward with a hand outstretched, unsure if he’s to already have them or try to take them.
He’s sure Deimos will tell him either way.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
