// i am the righteous hand of god //
Listening to the two go over Charlie’s, ahem, skills, the butcher finds himself chuckling as he puts together his windchimes to hear their priestess’ response. Continuing to work on the chimes and hang them, he takes a moment to admire the thought behind Danta’s smoky addition to the walls, enjoying the spark of chaos the charred black smoke added to the otherwise relatively plain walls.
Then, his dark gaze drifts toward Charlie’s creation and seeing his name etched into the stone alongside the other Ancient’s of the Grounds, he can’t help but to feel a touch nostalgic — reminded of their names etched long before on the Obsidian Cathedral amongst the pews.
“Beautiful work, you two. What do you say we celebrate?” Here his grin turns a touch sharper. “Who wants to go hunting?” Imagining no one would oppose, the butcher intends on celebrating with blood and chaos, whether it be human or animal (he’s in that good of a mood.)’
MWAH TYYY :D shrine is doneeee!
— FIN
Then, his dark gaze drifts toward Charlie’s creation and seeing his name etched into the stone alongside the other Ancient’s of the Grounds, he can’t help but to feel a touch nostalgic — reminded of their names etched long before on the Obsidian Cathedral amongst the pews.
“Beautiful work, you two. What do you say we celebrate?” Here his grin turns a touch sharper. “Who wants to go hunting?” Imagining no one would oppose, the butcher intends on celebrating with blood and chaos, whether it be human or animal (he’s in that good of a mood.)’
MWAH TYYY :D shrine is doneeee!
— FIN
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
