Blood isn't as thick as you think
04-26-2017, 04:41 AM
It wasn't long and the laugh of her cousin caught her attention. An ear turned to her but her eyes stayed on the stars. She cared not about this Abraxas bitch, she was merely a pawn of Amon's. Not like her mother, who should be the true patriarch with Adramelach at her side. A glance was thrown over her shoulder as Astaroth spoke to her. The way she spoke had Aby glaring at her. True she was in deep shit with Amon right now but it was no concern of Astaroth's. If looks could kill Astaroth would of been dead on the spot. Rather than risk her getting mad and running off to her daddy though, aby turned her gaze back to the stars. "And if it isn't my over-sized demon of a cousin, come to play the disobedience game then? Or would you rather roll over for him like the rest?" She knew Astaroth well enough from watching her, obedient as she may be she and aby were one in the same in a way. She kept the serpent though she was sure Amon would rather she didn't. She kept her voice calm, even, and bored. Her gaze didn't leave the stars now. She was well aware Astaroth could not be trusted ever with her secret or any feeling Aby had. "So tell me what it will take to have you keep your mouth shut. Because one way or another I'm going north and finding some poor sap to amuse me." She then turned her head to her cousin. A sadistic grin touched her lips and her lips wrinkled with it. She probably looked like a true demon in that moment, but she didn't care, her true nature was coming out. She was a year and was full sized by now with her mental capacity nearing perfection. She was nearing perfection. It was no longer a secret that she didn't like Amon. Why would she? He was a false patriarch and Adramalech was the true one. Walk, "Talk" Think |