The Sentinels the road to hell is paved with adverbs

his nose scrunched out of disgust as he swat away a piece of fallen bark atop the earth, though his boyish fascination for the earthworms that wiggled beneath kept him rooted in place. memories of how he used to threaten his sisters with the slimy nightcrawlers came flooding back to him, resulting in a rather mischievous smile to work it's way along his features. bugs have never been of much interest to him, though it was admittedly a bit satisfying to watch them squirm around before burying themselves again.

however no matter how enjoyable it was to watch them initially, worms were still just worms at the end of the day and the inky ghoul was quick to lose his interest in them. instead his attention turned to the whispers of the wind where the pale boy's presence was suddenly revealed. curious as to why they hadn't shown themselves yet, astaroth continued along the path he'd been following, eager to learn if his newfound company would follow, or stay put.