Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
It may not necessarily be an Ancient train of thought – but it is one that is Astaroth’s train of thought. The butcher was used to dismantling himself in certain ways to bring others down around him, and while it hadn’t had a huge effect on the Sword, it was very clear that Deimos wasn’t like those Astaroth usually tangoed with. One swipe of bloodbane from him to a particularly nasty patron in the Dusklight and it dealt a feasible amount of damage. It kept people in line.
As the wind dissipates, though, Astaroth focuses on sitting a bit more upright against the watery volcanic earth, letting the ash meld into the dark pants he already wears as he focuses on trying to get his wound to clot before anything else. “I thought it was a nice touch.” Astaroth drawls with a huff of a laugh before he rolls his eyes and shakes his horned head, blinking up at the Sword when the bandages are offered and flashes a sharp smile of gratitude. “Aside from fire, the only other magic I harbor despite the bloodbane was not going to do much, if anything, against your mastery.” Compliments given, he peels back his bloodied hand enough to spark fire and coat his entire hand with it before pressing it to the wound, working to clean it up first before he bandages it.
As the wind dissipates, though, Astaroth focuses on sitting a bit more upright against the watery volcanic earth, letting the ash meld into the dark pants he already wears as he focuses on trying to get his wound to clot before anything else. “I thought it was a nice touch.” Astaroth drawls with a huff of a laugh before he rolls his eyes and shakes his horned head, blinking up at the Sword when the bandages are offered and flashes a sharp smile of gratitude. “Aside from fire, the only other magic I harbor despite the bloodbane was not going to do much, if anything, against your mastery.” Compliments given, he peels back his bloodied hand enough to spark fire and coat his entire hand with it before pressing it to the wound, working to clean it up first before he bandages it.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
