#lobselvith

━━━   mindlessly reactionary is the high-pitched groan released from red pyramid: a coo of pleasure with the sense of praise that radiates from the attendant. leaning into it, a slight tilt of the massive helm exposing his delight. unnecessary is reward or acknowledgment of his purpose, yet it is in his nature to greedily accept from his symbiotic ally. clouds of steam leak from the vents of his helm, ghosting them with warm breath, only for it to return to the hollowed inside - scenting the attendant’s murky, bloody presence. a jerk of the helm mashes its holy metal against their body innocuously.

The executioner breathed, pulling his hand back to stare at the chrysalis in it's hand. Trapped, bloodied and corrupted all the same as it. It's fingers twitched, a long tongue snaking out of it's helmet to drag the object back into the inky abyss. It did not eat it. More so... put it away where it wouldn't get lost. It's fingers curl in a motion that almost seems involuntary, seizing as it approaches Valtiel. Moving to sit on the floor where it lay. The pyramid cannot speak, but it can get to his level. Make itself seem smaller almost like an animal showing submission.

❪  🐺  ❫　⸻　@lobselvith.

i blink as the item is place into my hand, the metal cool against my skin. i have no idea what it is, or why it's being given to me, but since i'm trying to become friends with them ( or at least as close to friends as you can be with an eldritch being ), the obvious action is to just accept the gift and hope that it won't turn around and bite me in the ass later.

unprompted asks [always accepting] - @lobselvith

Darkness. All she could feel and perceive was endless darkness, her body sinking into an ocean of blood. In time, she was sure, that blood would consume her whole and leave only the Order's God to be born from her corpse.

But again, like the last time she was beaten too badly, she found herself jolting awake on the floor, amongst light runes and a circle of the Sun.

Heather gasped, clutching at her throat, clawing for breath. Her turtleneck felt too tight, but no matter what she did, her nails were too blunt and bitten down to even rip the fabric.

Upon slowly gaining her breath back, the teen looked around... And laid her eyes upon the horrifying monster. The angel.

Hand flying towards a shard of glass, Heather at once held it defensively, chest rising and falling rapidly. But she made no move to kill. She didn't even wince when the increasing pressure from her hand caused the glass' edge to bite into her palms.

Upon receiving the pot the demon stood there, head lowered in such a way to capture its shape with the very dim light they have for their proto eyes. They trilled an insect-like chirp curiously before batting the worn gift, if it was empty or filled, it didn't matter, it's going into their offering pile!

The incubus sat perched like a gargoyle, hands at it's hooves as it listened to Valtiel speak. It had her full attention, well mostly. So many pieces moving on a chessboard made it hard to keep track of exactly what was happening at any given time. It adjusted it's wings slowly stepping down off it's perch to look down at the attendant,

"...Don't you ever tire of waiting?"

It's voice was thin, wispy, like words carried on a breeze that wasn't there.

"The old days felt more dedicated... no cheap tricks, no mockeries of what's to come.... How strange the passage of time is."

@lobselvith gets stared at

🪄 -- "Wow lady you're weird." This whole place was weird. It had zero manners, so staring up at Valtiel with those big ol eyes wasn't too weird of it. It pressed it's face into the rusty gate between them, watching them turn the valves.