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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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He was too tired for overt acts of anger, but he felt the need to clench his fists and strike the wall and roar and grab Sam by the shoulders and shake and growl...but instead he simply continued to look over at him, eyes hardening slightly. "Monsters take them." Remi repeated, biting the inside of his lip as he turned his head to look at the ceiling.
It was hard not to frame it as Sam let Isla die. Not only was that not far—Sam couldn't be blamed for how he'd reacted, and Remi wouldn't fault him for not being 'brave' over trying to survive—and besides, Isla wasn't actually dead.
But Sam had left her body, knowing there would be monsters?
You and he are not the same, a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Why would he think you would want my mangled corpse? You saw how I looked.
Remi sighed.
Isla's words had calmed him considerably, but hearing what Sam had to say was like a splash of cold water to his face. Both of them had done precisely the same thing ... and yet somehow Remi thought he had been more in the right. He really was just as stupid as Jigano claimed he was. Moving closer, his arm tightening around Sam's back, Remi shifted towards the ascended, gently placing his forehead against his. "No, you are right." He admitted after a moment, gently kissing his forehead with a sigh. Sam's words came filtering back in now that his anger was gone, how the bookmaker thought he really did love Remi. "There are many who say I am less brave and more stupid." He said, shifting to his side so he could wrap both arms around Sam. "And I did mean what I said before. You do not need to be anything other than what you are. But you are brave Sam. In your own way." He placed a kiss on his shoulder, lips just lingering there for a moment as Remi closed his eyes.
"But ... from now on, no more making decisions for the other person. Agreed?"
REMI
What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end
If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
