Dygra
"We do not borrow, sweet monster. We take what we desire and we do not apologise." Dygra's sensual voice seems somehow louder in the Obsidian Cathedral, vibrating up through Astaroth's feet and into his very bones. Within the bowl, more blood seems to bubble up, filling it entirely and submerging the ruby. When the goddess next speaks, each word will ripple across the surface of liquid crimson; a dark music for the butcher to watch.
"I sense that it is not merely time you want. Speak plain, and let us carve new pathways for you to walk." A brief sensation of pressure against Asta's back will urge him forward, to stare down into the bowl of blood and speak to the dark lady within.
"I sense that it is not merely time you want. Speak plain, and let us carve new pathways for you to walk." A brief sensation of pressure against Asta's back will urge him forward, to stare down into the bowl of blood and speak to the dark lady within.
