there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
It’s almost as if she recites the mantra that he has been living by all this time, and its with pride that loosens any tension that has formed in between his shoulders that the butcher stands in the shrine of his goddess with as close to glee as he can get. Because she knows, she’s seen him do as much, and as the shrine thrums and pulses and glows with the shift and dips of Dygra’s voice, if Astaroth wasn’t already so devoted to her he might have felt the need to claim his worship and adoration again and again.
“I shall make you proud.” Prouder, to be specific, but the idea is the same. In most instances he’s more than content being an arrogant, pompous prick, but in the face of his goddess he is nothing but humble. “Thank you.” He shifts to lean in and offer another bow, waiting until the goddess’ light fades but her approval still thrums through him before he steps away, feeling all that much more vibrant for it.
- FIN
“I shall make you proud.” Prouder, to be specific, but the idea is the same. In most instances he’s more than content being an arrogant, pompous prick, but in the face of his goddess he is nothing but humble. “Thank you.” He shifts to lean in and offer another bow, waiting until the goddess’ light fades but her approval still thrums through him before he steps away, feeling all that much more vibrant for it.
- FIN
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
