Taking a lengthy drink of Vodka, he then puts the glass softly down on the counter. "Before I was a Saint. I was a 'stowaway' of their home for quite a while. Then I became a disciple of the former wearer of this armor after they looked at my determination and resolve. Soon after that, I became a Bronze Saint. A warrior of a rival god killed my master, and they offered me the position. I took it. It's been 'interesting' ever since."
"How many of you.. Saints.. are there?" She asked, somewhat bored. She rested her again on her propped up hand. Her tail sweeped side-to-side. "Asmodeus, you're making me look ugly." She complained in a hissy tone.
"In total? Eighty-Eight amongst three ranks. Bronze, Silver, Gold. There's only 12 Gold Saints though. You're quite curious, aren't you?" He took another sip of his vodka.
"Curiousity killed the cat." She chuckled, "But its worth the knowledge." She swatted at Asmodeus and gave him a glare.
Asmodeus chuckled. "Another cider, if you'd be so kind, barkeep." Deo cut in, "I'm surprised you've not struck him yet, Root. I confess, I nearly have before."
Root grew tense "I'm surprised I haven't skinned him to the bone and-!" she covered her mouth and innocently laughed. "Whoops." She scorned herself for letting a bit of her psychotic side slip.
Ryh chuckled softly, and poured a glass of milk for Root. He wasn't sure if she would find it insulting, but it was meant to abate her anger.
"Alright! I'm done. My bad." He switched back to Deo's appearance. Deo was unphased. He saw that coming a mile away.
"You will be flayed." She housed quietly towards Asmodeus, then looked back and began politely sip the milk that was poured for her.
"Most definitely." Root nodded, then looked back at him. "You must have some stories. Where'd you get those scars? I sure don't have them. "
Asmo sipped his new cider. "Well, I got clawed by a manticore, and someone magically cauterized my wounds, which used a tiny bit of destruction-based magic. Since my body doesn't like most magic too well, especially destruction, I got permanently scarred, and they stay with me no matter what I look like. Oh, and I would go straight to your thighs."
"So mean." She gave a fake frown, "I don't like my meals dirty, so I don't think if be able to eat you anyways."
Deo asked, "What about you? Your bloodlust, if you don't mind me calling it that, had to come from somewhere. Surely you can share a tale or two."
"I am going to summarize my story into one sentence." She announced, "A crazy, patchy dog thing gave me meat made of people and I liked it." She said, it sounded crazy even to herself. "Also, storms are scary. "
"A crazy, patchy dog thing..." Asmo spoke as if he knew exactly who she was talking about. He said very quietly, "Couldn't be..."
