[SE] everybody is a book of blood

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“Oh, mi amor, I would make such stunning creations out of you.” The purr is a vow and a promise, that if it did ever happen and he’d unfortunately had time to spend without the Maverick, that the other Ancient would never truly leave his side. Morbid in the perfectly macabre way the butcher often lived, it’s clear he seems quite content with the potential result of it.

But then the butcher is descending into storytelling, his voice a low rumble of the potential horror they may face one day in the future, far from now in a dank cave somewhere with a wolf as their owner. Danta’s head is a comfortable weight on his chest as he starts to finish the story, drawing quiet as Danta considers it and readjusts to peer up at him, met with the almost too dark gaze of the butcher smirking down at him.

Head tilting enough that one tine of his horns clacks against the window briefly, the butcher’s laugh is a gentle vibration that rumbles alongside the thunder that breaks outside. “I do prefer that answer the best, but that does not explain how we die, does it?” After all, Danta had asked him how he thought they’d die at the start of this story. And yes, he will be pedantic about it.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///