@xastarothx location: a rooftop somewhere, u know how we do notes: in the weeks that followed
Cthonius was dead. That was something that Echion would have to finish wrapping his head around at some point, he'd stayed there with his brothers until the coals had all gone cold, until they could grab the ashes with their hands and scatter him. They had to, if they hadn't who knew what some twisted fuck would try to do to the eldest of them next. Echion supposed there was vengeance, that was always palatable, likely what Udaeus would want, maybe Hyperenor too. The Pearl had promised both while dragging Pelly along by the ear- now though-
He remembered dragging Sariel through the streets by her hair, a smear of fallen ichor behind him as he did. The crunch of Astaroth's throat as he pushed his sword through it, everything was back but everything was... What did he have? A lot of alcohol, useless alcohol because his body refused to let him get drunk, but a lot of alcohol just the same.
"I think the world lost something when they traded amphoras for glass." Echion remarked as he tossed the bottle off the roof and watched it shatter across the stones in the courtyard some distance away. "Still satisfies."













