god needs the devil

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

Dark eyes meet Niki’s as they come face to face with one another, mirrors only in the sense of the cane they use (both weapons, ironically, though Asta’s packs quite the punch). “It is alright, darling.” He says swiftly, irritation flitting away in favor for taking these few moments the young man speaks to simply study him. The high cheekbones, a gaunt sort of sickly appearance. Nothing the butcher judges, of course, but this far out in the woods he could get away with a snack.

And it’s been so long since he’s had someonething fresh. But given the younger man’s appearance, there is not much on the proverbial plate that the butcher deems worth his while. So, he settles with a slight lean to look back toward the crimson cataract as it paves a red, bloody streak through the white of the snow. “It is.” He begins, before he glances back toward Niki and lets a flicker of flame part from his fingers and float through the air to settle in against his cheeks and through his hair and horns, crafting a warm halo to keep him that much warmer. “I will have to pay it a visit when it is not Deepfrost. Shall we seek out the Village, then?” He hums, gesturing toward the path he was intending to take with the foot of his metal bladed threaded cane.

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing