// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
“Lovely, that should work out just fine.” The Butcher shoots Deimos a bright and still too sharp grin to hear that the Warden would be able to be flexible, and without having to worry about Deimos’ fire taking him out with how thin his strength feels these days, it makes him all the more willing to help the other man out.
At the question of whether something happened, though, the Butcher shoots a bright grin over at the Resurrected Sword, ignoring the hels as they start to line the pathway. “Yes. Dygra has asked me to be her demigod.” He says breezily, an air of his ego in the nonchalance it comes with. “And with it I have lost most of my abilities, but I do still have fire.” He hums. It was a different version of fire than he had previously, but he keeps that quiet because he knows Deimos will see the changes soon enough.
At the question of whether something happened, though, the Butcher shoots a bright grin over at the Resurrected Sword, ignoring the hels as they start to line the pathway. “Yes. Dygra has asked me to be her demigod.” He says breezily, an air of his ego in the nonchalance it comes with. “And with it I have lost most of my abilities, but I do still have fire.” He hums. It was a different version of fire than he had previously, but he keeps that quiet because he knows Deimos will see the changes soon enough.
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
