Deimos
The Climb held a particular familiarity to him now; the chambers less cumbersome and overwhelming, the potential for the known taking over the enigmatic twists and turns. It wasn’t to say he didn’t amble and maneuver in the wrong direction at times, but it was easier to pick out certain landmarks. As Halo’s molten neighbor, he’d already utilized it multiple times for a variety of reasons – but today it was for hunting.
With a collection of smaller swamp rats tied together and thrown over his shoulder for later butchering in the confines of the Citadel, and Belial content with the rock slider hanging out of his mouth, the three (for Zuriel trudged along, snorting at a variety of obsidian) eventually made it back to the stranger section and sanction of the Cathedral. Figuring he could pay his respects, then forge onward back into the touches and sanctity of winter, his long strides swept past the uneven, stone-like pews, and dropped his parcels down at his feet while he inspected the collection of bones.
Like before, there were few offerings. The infernal area had a knack for keeping many people away – understandable, given its nuances and treacherous capabilities. It mattered little to him; passing the gilded contortions of his creation magic through his hands, a pulse of what he’d drawn up in his mind began to form: a lantern nestled in stars. He placed it amongst the skulls, snorting at the way it looked there, nestled along skeletons and bones.
With a collection of smaller swamp rats tied together and thrown over his shoulder for later butchering in the confines of the Citadel, and Belial content with the rock slider hanging out of his mouth, the three (for Zuriel trudged along, snorting at a variety of obsidian) eventually made it back to the stranger section and sanction of the Cathedral. Figuring he could pay his respects, then forge onward back into the touches and sanctity of winter, his long strides swept past the uneven, stone-like pews, and dropped his parcels down at his feet while he inspected the collection of bones.
Like before, there were few offerings. The infernal area had a knack for keeping many people away – understandable, given its nuances and treacherous capabilities. It mattered little to him; passing the gilded contortions of his creation magic through his hands, a pulse of what he’d drawn up in his mind began to form: a lantern nestled in stars. He placed it amongst the skulls, snorting at the way it looked there, nestled along skeletons and bones.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
