you broke me and left these pieces

// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //

Luckily for her, he’d be that never ending shadow in the corner that when she deigned to go and visit the Grounds, would haunt her every step. Not that he thinks she’d mind given the state of things. She does not need to fear his departure, even if he could not stay for the night, but he could stay a little while longer.

That, and he would not be hard to find.

So he sips from his drink, offering distraction in favor for his own misfortune. “Mm, well, an incredible drive to be overprotective. I constantly wish to spar. And given that we are friends, it has delved into a large uptick in my libido.” Comes the weary sigh that is anything but, given the season.

Any other time, though, and the butcher would have certainly been far too exhausted by any of those events to persist.

Astaroth

// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //