// i am the righteous hand of god //
Creativity was in abundance, it seems, and Astaroth flashes Charlie an amusing smile as she responds to Danta’s question. “I am sure you have many talents, darling.” He hums, though the fact Danta had never seen one immediately puts it at the forefront of his mind. It’s a thought that lingers while they all create, the deer antlers perfectly malevolent enough with the rubies and candle within to light it up, and with the beauty of Charlie’s additions of human bones inlaid into the floor.
Astaroth, for his own creations, produces a bit of wire and utilizes a precise amount of attention to craft them into a staircase kind of design of a wind chime, not unlike the ones that adorn his room. And he starts to hang them both from the shrine and the surrounding space so that any draft or breeze may cause them to move.
Once that’s finished and he steps back to admire all of their work, the butcher flashes them all a bright and content grin. “Absolutely stunning. Now, lastly I believe we should do a kind of.. mm, freestyle design?” It takes him a second to think of the words. “You can choose what you would like to decorate or finish the shrine with.” Comes the elaboration as Astaroth reaches for a bowl crafted smooth of obsidian, alongside strips of red silken fabric.
Last round, decorate however you’d like!!
Astaroth, for his own creations, produces a bit of wire and utilizes a precise amount of attention to craft them into a staircase kind of design of a wind chime, not unlike the ones that adorn his room. And he starts to hang them both from the shrine and the surrounding space so that any draft or breeze may cause them to move.
Once that’s finished and he steps back to admire all of their work, the butcher flashes them all a bright and content grin. “Absolutely stunning. Now, lastly I believe we should do a kind of.. mm, freestyle design?” It takes him a second to think of the words. “You can choose what you would like to decorate or finish the shrine with.” Comes the elaboration as Astaroth reaches for a bowl crafted smooth of obsidian, alongside strips of red silken fabric.
Last round, decorate however you’d like!!
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
