" grant me sancturary "

“ A silver bullet blessed with the holy water’s faith is all it takes to plunge generations of malice and deviltry. ”

◢✥◣`•.¸✯

‘Nidhogg’ is open for asks.

》* 。 •

“ Oh… for me….? ”

She sounds genuinely flattered at the gesture, taking the cake and softly glancing at it. There is a brief moment where her tongue pops in and out of her mouth, as if a lizard were to smell the cake.

Not poisoned, it seems.

“ I must thank you… this is quite a generous gift. Church errands tend to leave me quite tired, it’s.. comforting to receive something like this. A symbol of celebration. ”

After those words their entire jaw unhinges, they push the cake to their face and devour the sweet thing whole…

.

.

“ …? Why such an oddly specific date ? I must apologise, I’m not in the mood for any trivia games… ”

.

.

(( *BEAMS* *STAR EYES* RAISES HAND!!!!!!!!* ITS THE AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE DAY!! A BUNCH OF COLONIES GAINED INDEPENDENCE FROM BRITAIN AND— ah well I’m sure we all know the story （ーー；）… more importantly who are you and why are you obsessed with america ))

Nidhogg leans down to the anon, looking somewhat worried.

“ … Hey.. errm.. are you holding up in there…? ”

They step back, unsure of whether you’re just freaking out or if there’s an actual demon trying to take hold of you.

“ What in the name of— ”

Nidhogg quickly steps back, instinctively grabbing onto her pistol before pointing it right at him.

Martha stared at the hunter through narrowed eyes. “Chaos”? What a bold claim. She was a devoted, conscientious executioner of the Church, not some unruly inciter. How ill-conceived. They scowled, putting on a further aggravated gaze.

“ Don’t take a step, unless receiving a proper blast through the head is something to your liking. ”

Hm.. there was something quite off — so strikingly familiar. This persons armour… she could recognise it; she had seen it before in the grand cathedral.

“ — Take that off, now. I should shoot you for even coming up to me in such a sacrilegious manner. ”