Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
Bastien smiled as he saw his Goddess. She truly was a beautiful sight, one he knew he could paint again and again and not grow tired of. Truthfully, as much as he was not at all predisposed to insecurity, he had been worried she would turn him away given his less-than-stellar record of showing up for her missions.
He drank when prompted, not hesitating; fluid from the Voice was so different from the satisfaction that could be drawn from mere blood. It filled him with a new energy, a divine energy. It was likely the closest to Godhood he would get so he savoured it, closing his eyes and trying to focus on the fluid flowing into his body.
But there was a matter at hand he had come to discuss. "Well...I have an idea." Stepping back and holding his painting, he began to unwrap it. "Of something I could do, to make the public think about us -- first of all...what do you think?" As the fabric fell from around the canvas, Bastien stood behind his work and let The Voice see it, anxious in a way he had not been about his art in a long time.
He drank when prompted, not hesitating; fluid from the Voice was so different from the satisfaction that could be drawn from mere blood. It filled him with a new energy, a divine energy. It was likely the closest to Godhood he would get so he savoured it, closing his eyes and trying to focus on the fluid flowing into his body.
But there was a matter at hand he had come to discuss. "Well...I have an idea." Stepping back and holding his painting, he began to unwrap it. "Of something I could do, to make the public think about us -- first of all...what do you think?" As the fabric fell from around the canvas, Bastien stood behind his work and let The Voice see it, anxious in a way he had not been about his art in a long time.
mortal kings are ruling castles
Welcome to my world of fun
BASTIEN
