[ what a comforting response. funny how marduk doesn't feel better in the slightest as he slinks out of the cave, squinting after where he thinks he still sees some cold blue. maybe. he lingers at the mouth of it, reluctant to step into the open and alert the demons even if... that's his job right now, isn't it?
gods above and below, he hates being bait. he can see the demons from where he stands now, circling back around-- and he gets an idea. a warlock's magic has been difficult for him to acclimate to (his hand is testament to that, isn't it?) but he's learned a trick or two, and with a vague gesture one of the demons bursts into flame.
alas, the fires burn slow and seem to do little more than piss the imp off; marduk ducks back into the cave with a faint noise of distress. ]
he's garbage. im garbage. im sorry
gods above and below, he hates being bait. he can see the demons from where he stands now, circling back around-- and he gets an idea. a warlock's magic has been difficult for him to acclimate to (his hand is testament to that, isn't it?) but he's learned a trick or two, and with a vague gesture one of the demons bursts into flame.
alas, the fires burn slow and seem to do little more than piss the imp off; marduk ducks back into the cave with a faint noise of distress. ]