// i am the righteous hand of god //
“You are indeed.” Astaroth chimes as he rummages through the bags and offers out the materials and whatever else was required to get started on the decorating. And when he has a moment to consider Charlie’s comment, the butcher hums a laugh, a rich sound reverberating from his voice. “He does, doesn’t he? Alas, I have never heard him sing even when having the option to.” Sighing in full dramatics, it only lasts a second as the butcher starts to decorate the shrine itself, sticking rubies and diamonds into the crevices of the chaotic side of it before streamlining it into patterns on the pristine side.
The light so far adds a nice touch to the glittering diamonds, and Astaroth places a few rubies with their sharper edges pointed up for the blood offering along the top of the shrine while everyone else continues their work, such that when they reach a point to stop the butcher’s grin is a touch wider.
“Mm, now I think perhaps we should add more light to make them stand out.” Which he’d come prepared with, a multitude of candles in varying sizes also are produced from the bag he’s brought. With each one set in and around the shrine, it would harbor a similar vibe as the bonfire does with its gemstones (or so he hopes).
Step twoooo; candles!
The light so far adds a nice touch to the glittering diamonds, and Astaroth places a few rubies with their sharper edges pointed up for the blood offering along the top of the shrine while everyone else continues their work, such that when they reach a point to stop the butcher’s grin is a touch wider.
“Mm, now I think perhaps we should add more light to make them stand out.” Which he’d come prepared with, a multitude of candles in varying sizes also are produced from the bag he’s brought. With each one set in and around the shrine, it would harbor a similar vibe as the bonfire does with its gemstones (or so he hopes).
Step twoooo; candles!
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
