Nocturne Summit this little piggy went to the liquor store

under the impression that he was now deceased, astaroth let whatever last grip of caution he was holding onto slip away as he melted into the comfort of what he thought was death. strange, it felt so real. the touch of the earth beneath him, her voice echoing in his ears. it certainly didn't feel like he was dead, but hey, who was he to argue with her words.

"yes" he agreed, eyes lighting up as she declared him a reaper. her assortment of giggles left him joining in the laughter, tail swaying happily behind him as she went on to inform him of her correct title. "woah" he let out initially, "that's sooo cool." he wondered if that meant she would command him, for he was a reaper and she the commander of death.