ROLEPLAY HQ - the-stone-guardian

TW: violence, smut, alcohol, abuse, death, more TBD

Those who pray to God are always happier. So why, my dear, are you crying while calling out for God? The sun shone down brightly on a small village deep in the woods. The most prominent building that stood out was a large wooden building with a massive iron cross standing on the top most center. The Church of Rainfell was the main highlight of this village. It was run by Father Lazurious, an elderly man who was known for his wide praise of the Lord, but also... for his abusive tactics and how he ran his church, and the village, like a dictatorship. Despite Father Lazerious's aggression and abuse, there was one smiling face that came to the church every single day, Eryn Sindell. She had grown up in this village after being born by a woman who came seeking safety from the church. Unfortunately Eryn's mother caught an illness when Eryn was three and passed away, and Eryn's father was no where to be seen, and no one knew who he was. Father Lazurious, in a moment of kindness, kept the girl within the church and raised her as his own, though his kind of parenting was far from loving... Now, at age twenty one, Eryn was here a well behaved woman, except for one small thing that she couldn't seem to shake. Her sense of adventure. It was this sense of adventure that always got Eryn in trouble. Today was no different. Dressed in a light purple dress, Eryn walked through the forest path, humming a gentle tune that she remembered her mother singing to her a few times before she passed. Eryn had hip length fluffy blonde hair and bright golden yellow eyes. It was something that Father Lazurious disliked her... The path that Eryn walked lead to a large abandoned cemetery that resided in an old church yard. The church was dilapidated and run down, and the headstones were dirty and not taken care of, however, there was one thing that remained completely untouched and showed no sign of wear and tear. This was a large statue of a large demon.

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Eryn had been coming to this statue since she was a little girl. She had found comfort in the silence of the cemetery, and the statue had become almost like a friend to her, and she found that she could chat with the statue despite its inability to speak. "Good morning. Did you have a good rest?" She asked the statue, smiling up at it as she walked up to the stone platform. She gazed up at the statue, and she climbed up onto the platform, nestling herself against the base of the statue. She used to take naps at the base of the statue, and even as she got older, she felt comfortable within its stony presence. @rey0.0 (edited)

Astaroth, the cursed demon trapped within the stone statue, sat stoically, his stony features unchanging, as he listened to Eryn's words. He had been frozen in time for centuries, a consequence of his past misdeeds and the wrath of the powerful witch who had cursed him. The pain of his actions weighed heavy on his heart, yet there was a flicker of hope within him, brought by Eryn’s kind and familiar words. As Eryn climbed up onto the platform and nestled herself against him, Astaroth felt a small spark of warmth within his cold stone chest. Over the years, he had grown fond of the young woman's presence, finding solace in her company amidst his eternal solitude. He had watched her grow from a curious child into a beautiful young woman, full of life and energy. The links to his past, his misdeeds and the curse that bound him, seemed distant in those moments, as if Eryn's presence could momentarily transcend his stone prison. However, Astaroth was aware of the purpose of his presence in the abandoned cemetery. The people of the village had placed him there as a symbol of evil, a warning to ward off any potential threats. Yet despite his demonic appearance, Eryn spoke to him as a friend. If only he could speak, he would warn Eryn of the dangers that lurked beyond the confines of the cemetery. The world outside was not as kind as she believed, and he wished to protect her from its harsh realities. But trapped in his stony silence, all he could do was listen to Eryn's words and offer her the silent comfort of his immovable presence. As Eryn sought solace within his stony embrace, Astaroth's heart remained heavy with regret and longing, hoping against hope for the day when someone would come and break the curse that held him captive, freeing him from his eternal prison of stone. @The Hermit

"So this is where you have been wandering off to after Mass." The voice of Father Prestly cooed meniaclly. Father Prestly was one of the priests underneath Father Lazerious, and someone who despised Eryn perhaps even more than Father Lazerious... Eryn gasped softly as she turned, watching him. "F-Father Prestly! I... I am allowed to-" "Wander. Yes. Of course, dear girl. But to reside her in this hellish breeding ground is... Ungodly." He said, his voice getting darker. He stepped forward and he grabbed her arm, yanking her down. Eryn gasped and reached for the statue's arm, but as Father Prestly pulled on her, her fingers slipped on the stone and her blood dripped onto the stone platform. Father Prestly slammed her against the statue's base, an evil snarl on his face. "I've watched you come up this way for years, but I have never been able to find you. Until now... Now, I see that you've been sinful with this statue! This evil thing! Do you touch yourself to it? Has the Devil corrupted you, Dead Child?!" He snarled, slamming her against the statue's platform.

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Eryn yelped, shaking her head quickly. "N-No! No, Father Prestly! I have not been sinful!" "Liar! The Almighty Father punishes sinners!" He snarled, raising his hand to strike her. Eryn cried out as Father Prestly's hand connected with her cheek. Tears ran down her cheeks and landed on the statue's feet. "No! I am not lying!" With pure adrenaline, she shoved Father Prestly back. He stumbled back and collapsed and with this moment of freedom, Eryn ran. She bolted deeper into the cemetery, and she found herself drawn to the abandoned church. The building was mostly gone, but the structure seemed to stay sturdy, and some of the furniture inside had remained mostly in tact, all though most of it was affected by age and the weather. Moldy wooden pews lined the inside, and a great stone altar with moth eaten linens laid in the back center. Eryn ran to the altar and she ducked behind it. She heard Father Prestly snicker as he walked inside. "Come to pray for forgiveness...? What a grand place to beg for your sins to be forgiven... Come out, dear girl, and let us pray together. Come out... come out..." He cooed, spotting a corner of her dress peeking out from the altar. Father Prestly creeped up the center of the aisle and he reached over the altar and he grabbed Eryn's hair in a fistful. She screamed as he slammed her onto the altar. He pinned her shoulders to the altar as he trapped her, a sinister grin across his face. "What a sinful little whore... Perhaps I can save your soul..." He said, reaching for her throat. Eryn whimpered as his hand circled her delicate flesh. "H-Help! Someone!!! Someone help!!!" She screamed, but her screams were cut off as Father Prestly closed his fist over her throat, cutting her airway off. Tears continued to run down Eryn's cheeks as she thrashed against the man, but he was too strong... She felt.. sick. She was going to die... No. She didn't want to die! @rey0.0

As the demon watched from the stone prison, he could feel the rage and frustration boiling inside of him. He had been cursed for centuries, trapped in his demonic form, unable to break free from the spell that bound him. The only way he could break the curse was to be loved, but how could he ever find such love? He was a demon, feared and despised. But as he watched Father Prestly brutalize the girl he had been watching over, something inside of him snapped. He had been drawn to her from the moment he saw her wandering through the cemetery, drawn to her kind heart and gentle spirit. He had watched over her, always there imprisoned but not far, never able to reveal himself to her. Now, as he watched her being attacked by Father Prestly, he knew he had to do something. He could feel the desperation in her voice a cry for help. It echoed throughout Astaroths cursed body and mind. It had been decades since he last tried to move with no avail. Rage building inside he tried this time not for himself but for the helpless girl who he had grown so fond of. Unlike the countless times before the stone seemed flexible. Astaroth moves his body the stone cracking and chipping away allowing his skin the breath of fresh air he had so desperately longed for. He stepped out of the shadows, his true form revealed as the stone that had once encased him shattered into a million pieces. His wings unfurled, and flapped a few times whipping waves of concrete dust and dirt throughout the abandoned cemetery.

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Without second thought he took action rushing towards the sound of Eryn’s cry. As he reached the door he lands sending shocks throughout the ground. He grabs the abandoned church door and rips it off its hinges allowing his body and winds to step through red eyes glowing with an intense rage sweeping the room before seeing them at the altar and with a swift beat of his leathery wings he was now standing before them. As he approached he spoke for the first time in centuries he voice deep and raspy “Eryn!”…. “Leave her…..false prophet.” He spoke his voice laced with disgust. before the priest had any time to speak Astaroths clawed hand grasped his throat blood dripping from the claw punctures. Staring into the fathers eyes “you dare harm those you swear to protect and guide. You hypocritical Shepard you have no right.” He snarls throwing him back across the chruch crashing into the moldy pews. When it was over, Father Prestly lay motionless on the ground, his body torn and broken. The demon turned to look at the girl, his eyes softening. As he turned to look at her, Astaroth couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame wash over him. He had never wanted her to see him like this, to witness the violence and destruction he was capable of. But he had no choice, he couldn't stand idly by and watch her be hurt. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. @The Hermit

"Eryn!" Eryn's eyes widened as she heard someone suddenly call for her. She gasped, turning her head. She saw a large winged figure standing in the doorway, and Father Prestly turned. In a sudden splash of dark red, Eryn felt the weight of the priest get yanked off of her. Blood splattered across her face, and Eryn let out a scream, pushing the priest's body into the beast's claws. She scrambled backwards and she landed on the floor. She poked her head out from behind the altar, her eyes wide with fear. A cold bead of sweat dripped down her neck. The beast ended Father Prestly's life, and then, it turned to her. She whimpered, completely unsure if this thing was going to attack her next! She squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the monster to lunge at her and tear her throat out. However, it spoke instead... It apologized to her. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and she nervously stood. "I-I...It's okay..." What was this thing? But, as she gazed at the being, she saw the wings, the horns, the way it was dressed... that familiar face. She gasped softly, her hands flying to her mouth. "Y-You're...You're the...the statue!" She said incredulously. What the hell was this?! How was the statue alive? "Why...Why did you save me?" She asked quietly, still standing behind the altar. @rey0.0

As Eryn cautiously stood before him, her words echoing through the dilapidated church, Astaroth couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and apprehension. She recognized him, she knew he was the statue that had captivated her curiosity all those days in the cemetery. How could he explain himself to her? "I am the one you've called 'the statue'," Astaroth spoke, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance. "Long have I been trapped in that form, cursed by ancient forces beyond my control. But in you, Eryn, I found a glimmer of hope, a flicker of the love I so desperately sought." He took a cautious step toward her, his wings gently folding against his back. "I could not bear to witness your suffering any longer. Your pain ignited something within me, a dormant spark of compassion and protectiveness. I could not stand idly by as you endured harm at the hands of that false prophet." A wave of uncertainty washed over him as he saw the fear and confusion in her eyes. Would she recoil in terror at the sight of him? Would she reject him as the monster he appeared to be? As he spoke, his voice resonated with a deep resonance, echoing the torment of his cursed existence. "Why did I save you?" he echoed, the words hanging in the air. "Because in you, Eryn, I discovered a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light in the darkness that enveloped me. Your innocence, your resilience, they ignited a dormant spark of humanity within my demonic heart." Astaroth took another step, closing the distance between them. His crimson eyes softened as he gazed upon her. "I long for redemption.”

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A tender vulnerability radiated from his crimson eyes as he continued, his voice a mixture of plea and determination. "I yearn for acceptance, to break free from the shackles that have held me captive for so long.” Astaroth's massive form knelt before Eryn, his powerful frame sinking to one knee with a grace that defied his demonic appearance. The cold, stone floor trembled beneath his weight, echoing the weight of his plea. Shadows danced across his chiseled features, highlighting the intricate markings etched upon his skin, a testament to his infernal heritage. @The Hermit

Eryn gasped as the statue began to speak. Well, he wasn't really a statue anymore. He was...human? No. He wasn't human. He had inhuman features, but, he was mostly humanoid. Eryn took a nervous step back as he approached, but as he kept speaking, she didn't keep backing up. She stood by the altar, trembling lightly in fear as the statue explained that she was the one who freed him. Her love and care through the years had awakened his humanity, and that was how he was free. He longed for redemption. He longed for acceptance... Just like she did. Eryn yearned for acceptance from the village. She knew exactly what it was like to be abandoned, what it was like to be hated just for being different. Cautiously, as the former statue knelt before her, almost begging her for acceptance, she reached down and took his hands in hers. "Sir, I...I might not be the right person to seek redemption from. But, You saved my life. You rescued me from dying tonight. In my eyes... you are my savior. Please stand. You don't need to kneel." She smiled lightly. "What is your name?" She asked. @rey0.0

A surge of emotions coursed through Astaroth as Eryn's delicate hands enveloped his own, offering warmth and reassurance in her life touch. Her acceptance, even in the face of his demonic form, was a beacon of hope that illuminated the depths of his tormented soul. Slowly, he rose from his kneeling position, standing tall and proud, yet humbled by the compassion radiating from the girl before him. Her smile pierced through the darkness that had consumed him for centuries, kindling a spark of joy within his heart. "My name..." Astaroth paused, his voice carrying a tinge of vulnerability and gratitude. "My name is... Astaroth, It is the name I was given long ago, before the curse engulfed me and stripped away my true self." Astaroth scarlet eyes met Eryn's gaze, a mix of gratitude and awe reflecting in their depths. "Eryn, your presence has breathed life into my existence, dispelling the shadows that have plagued me for far too long. In this moment, you have become my guiding light, my sanctuary amidst the chaos of this world." @The Hermit

Eryn smiled a little more as he revealed his name. "Astaroth. That's a good name, and, you already seem to know my name." She laughed softly. Astaroth was massive compared to her, and she was a little intimidated by his height. But, he was definitely kind, so she didn't feel as frightened. "W-We should get out of here. If anyone comes looking for Father Prestly, they'll find you. Could...Could you help me bury him? He doesn't deserve a proper burial, but he does deserve to at least be buried. God will judge him." She said, glancing at the bloodied corpse that was collapsed against a pew. She turned away from it, a wave of nausea coming over her. "Let's...Let's bury this body, quickly. I can't look at it for too long." She said with a small sigh. @rey0.0

A sense of pride swelled within Astaroth as Eryn acknowledged his name with little trace of hesitation, repulsion, or fear. Despite the stark contrast in their sizes, he understood the need to be gentle, to be cautious not to overpower her with his presence. He found solace in the warmth of her smile, a reminder of compassion and humanity. Her request to bury the lifeless body of Father Prestly resonated with Astaroth. Though the priest had inflicted pain upon them both, Eryn's compassionate nature compelled her to grant him a measure of dignity in his passing, and Astaroth's scarred heart recognized the significance of such an act. "Indeed, Eryn," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of solemnity and determination. "We shall provide him a burial, a symbolic closure to a life consumed by darkness. Let us honor his humanity, despite its twisted nature, and grant him the mercy he failed to offer others." As they made their way to the lifeless body, Astaroth extended his vast wings, their presence acting as a shield, shielding Eryn from the gruesome sight. With careful movements, he gently lifted Father Prestly's body from pile of rubble cradling it within his powerful arms, his touch respectful yet devoid of sympathy. "Together, Eryn, we shall lay him to rest," Astaroth said softly, his voice a whisper in the dimly lit church. "May this act serve as a reminder of the fragility of life and the power of redemption, guiding us on our path towards a better tomorrow." With measured steps, Astaroth carried Father Prestly's body to a suitable spot within the cemetery, digging a shallow grave with his clawed hands. He placed the lifeless form in its final resting place, carefully covering it with the earth. @The Hermit

Eryn gasped as Astaroth opened her massive wings. His wing span seemed to encompass the entire room, and she was no longer able to see Father Prestly's body. This relieved Eryn, as the gruesome sight was rather unwanted. "Yes, that... that would be good." Eryn said softly. Giving Father Prestly a small burial helped her feel as though his death wasn't completely awful. While Father Prestly was a monster, the thought of the statue that brought her so much comfort in life murdering him just made her stomach churn. She followed Astaroth to the burial sight and when Astaroth finally buried the body, she swallowed painfully. She clasped her hands together and she said a quiet prayer. Not for forgiveness or for Father Prestly, but just a simple prayer to God, asking him to judge Father Prestly and to bless the spot he was buried in, so that his evil wouldn't contaminate the ground. When she finished her prayer, she looked up at Astaroth. "S-So...What now? You're awake now! You must need a place to sleep, right? I...I guess I don't know much about your kind..." She said nervously, rubbing her arm. How on Earth was she going to take care of this statue?! @rey0.0

Astaroth stood beside the freshly filled grave, his towering figure casting a protective shadow over the burial site. He listened intently as Eryn said her prayer, her voice soft and filled with a solemn reverence. He admired her strength and the purity of her intentions, for her prayer carried a touch of both justice and compassion. As Eryn finished her prayer and looked up at him, her voice trembling with uncertainty, Astaroth found himself struck by her kindness and concern. She was willing to offer him a place to sleep, even though she admitted her lack of knowledge about his kind. In that moment, he realized the depth of her empathy and her capacity to see beyond appearances. "I am grateful for your offer, Eryn," Astaroth replied, his voice resonating with a newfound warmth. "While my nature is different from yours, I appreciate your kindness and willingness to help. But I must assure you, I do not require sleep in the same way humans do. My existence is different, shaped by the shadows and the ethereal planes." He paused, his piercing gaze meeting hers once again. "However, if you would allow it, I would be honored to remain by your side, to protect you through the trials that may lie ahead. I may not possess the knowledge of your world, but my presence can offer you a shield against the darkness that seeks to harm you." Astaroth's words carried a solemn pledge, a promise to stand by her side as a guardian and ally. In that moment, he recognized the opportunity to repay her kindness and repay the debt of gratitude he owed her. Despite his appearance, he hoped she would see the sincerity in his crimson eyes and accept his offer of companionship. For Astaroth had found not only his freedom but also a purpose—the chance to be the protector she needed and the redemption he had yearned for all these centuries. @The Hermit

Eryn smiled lightly as he asked if he could stay by her side. His presence would protect her. What was really nice was that someone actually wanted to be around her. He also mentioned something that made her cock her head a little bit. "Darkness that seeks to harm me? What do you mean?" She had a rough life, and that was true, but she hadn't seen anything that seemed like darkness? "Am...Am I in danger? Does it have something to do with Father Prestly?" She asked, her eyes getting wide with fear. If she was in danger, did that mean she was at risk of being killed? She couldn't understand why! She hadn't done anything that deserved a death sentence, so... what on earth could it be? She reached for Astaroth's hand and she held it tight. "Yes, please stay by my side. Not just for protection but, as my friend." She said firmly. "You are my friend, Astaroth. You saved my life. I think that deserves you the right to stay by my side, don't you agree?" She gave him another small smile. "We should get out of here. I don't really want to keep discussing this beside...this." She looked down at the mound of dirt containing Father Prestly. She turned from it, her stomach churning and she took a deep breath. "C-Can we return to my home? I can show you where it is. It isn't far from here." @rey0.0

Astaroth listened attentively as Eryn voiced her concerns and questions. Her fear was palpable, and he understood her confusion. How could she have seen the darkness that plagued her life when she had known nothing else? He hesitated for a moment, contemplating how best to answer her. "The darkness I speak of, Eryn, is not always easily seen or understood," Astaroth replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "It is the hidden currents that twist and coil within the hearts of others, the malevolence that can manifest in the actions of those who harbor ill intent. Father Prestly was an embodiment of such darkness, and there may be others who pose a threat to your well-being." He squeezed her hand gently, reciprocating her firm grip. Her trust in him touched his heart, and he found solace in the word "friend" that she bestowed upon him. It was a bond he had longed for, a connection that transcended his demonic nature. "You honor me with your friendship, Eryn," Astaroth replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I will gladly stand by your side as your friend, offering my protection and guidance. Together, we shall face any darkness that may come our way." He nodded in agreement as she suggested leaving the burial site. The presence of Father Prestly's remains was a haunting reminder of the horrors they had just faced. With a gentle touch, he led her away from the grave, their footsteps echoing through the quiet cemetery. "Lead the way, Eryn. Show me the path to your home," Astaroth said, his voice filled with determination. "We shall embark on this journey together, forging a new chapter in our intertwined destinies. May your home be a sanctuary where we can find respite." As they walked side by side, Astaroth couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart. He had been granted a chance at redemption, and with Eryn's friendship, he believed they could conquer any darkness that threatened her and bring light to their shared path. @The Hermit

Astaroth stated that the darkness that wished to hurt her was the evil and darkness that resided within people's hearts. She thought back to Father Prestly. He had been a man of God and he was supposed to help people. He was not supposed to attack people. But, he had... He had attacked her, and even attempted to kill her. Astaroth even stated that she might be attacked again because of this darkness and she swallowed nervously. "O-Oh... That's...frightening." She said, her voice smaller than before. She was starting to shake. She didn't want to be attacked! Was this going to happen far more often? Was she at risk of being killed every time she stepped outside? Suddenly, Astaroth's hand squeezed hers and she squeezed it back. She followed him away from the 'grave' of Father Prestly. "Thank you, Astaroth." She smiled lightly as he stated that they would be on this journey together. "Alright. That makes me feel better." Day time vanished and the light of the moon was their guiding light towards Eryn's home. Or rather, the shack she resided in. Eryn lead Astaroth to a small wooden hut like building. It was roughly fifteen feet by ten feet wide. It was more like an old tool shed. There was a dirty mattress with a few mouse eaten blankets, a fire pit right outside, and a a chest outside that was only three feet wide by two feet long. The roof had a hole in the right corner, and it was obvious the insulation was terrible. Eryn opened the door and gestured inside. "Welcome to my home!" She smiled. She walked over to the mattress and she lifted a large candle. She took a spare flint rock and she clacked them together. Several sparks caught the candle, and thankfully, not her mattress. Soft orange light filled the shack. "It's small but... it's not bad!" @rey0.0

As they ventured through the moonlit night, Eryn leading the way, Astaroth couldn't help but feel a bond growing between them. He understood her fear and apprehension about the darkness that lurked in the hearts of others. It was a somber reality, but he was determined to shield her from harm to the best of his abilities. Her small, trembling hand in his provided a sense of reassurance, a fragile connection that held the promise of trust and companionship. Astaroth matched her grip, offering her his strength and support as they moved forward together. He admired her resilience, her willingness to face the unknown. As they arrived at her humble abode, Astaroth took in the sight of the small wooden hut. Its weathered exterior and modest size did little to diminish his appreciation for the shelter it provided. He stepped inside, following Eryn's lead, and observed the sparse interior illuminated by the flickering glow of the candle she had ignited. The scent of aged wood and musty air filled his nose as he glanced around the small space. The mattress, worn and tattered, held memories of countless restless nights endured by Eryn. Astaroth felt a pang of empathy, recognizing the hardships she had faced in this meager dwelling. With a gentle sweep of his wings, he conjured a subtle breeze that whisked away some of the stale air, infusing the space with a touch of freshness. His eyes, glowing softly in the candlelight, surveyed the surroundings, taking note of the fire pit outside and the chest that contained Eryn's belongings. "It may be small, but it bears a warmth and charm," Astaroth remarked, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "This place has witnessed your resilience and unwavering spirit, Eryn. It is a testament to your strength." He stepped closer to the fire pit, studying it with curiosity. "A fire to keep the darkness at bay," he mused. The flickering flames of the candle reflected in his red eyes, casting an ethereal glow.

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Turning back to Eryn, he offered her a warm smile. "Thank you for inviting me into your sanctuary, Eryn. I am grateful for your friendship and the refuge you have granted me. Together, we shall face the challenges that lie ahead and find solace within these humble walls." With newfound purpose and determination, Astaroth settled into the humble dwelling

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@The Hermit

Eryn inhaled the new breeze and the fresh air. It smelled better and she felt ashamed of the hut's interior. Astaroth shouldn't be staying in something like this. No human should, but, unfortunately it was all she could afford. She couldn't even really afford this. She blushed as he complimented the place anyway, despite the ramshackleness of the shed, Astaroth said that it had warmth and charm. "Thank you, Astaroth." She felt her cheeks heat up as he then turned to compliment her instead. She didn't feel as though she had resiliance and an unwavering spirit, but he felt as though she did. Perhaps he was right. "Should we light a fire?" She asked, looking back to the fireplace. A fire would need to be made eventually as she needed to cook dinner. Unfortunately all she had would be potatoes and some roots she found outside. She'd make a potato root soup. It wouldn't be much, but she could eat something. She went over to the fireplace and she struck the rocks together, sparks catching the bundle of sticks and leaves within the center of the fireplace. A fire began to grow within the fireplace. "Are you hungry, Astaroth? I was going to make some soup." She then thought about something. "Do...Do you even eat?" @rey0.0

With a nod, Astaroth acknowledged Eryn's suggestion of lighting a fire. He observed her deftly striking the rocks together, igniting the small bundle of sticks and leaves. As the flames grew and danced within the fireplace, casting flickering shadows across the room. The fire's flickering flames drew Astaroth's attention, and he found himself instinctively drawn to its warmth.The gentle glow of the fire offered a comfort that he hadn't experienced in centuries. He moved closer to the fireplace, feeling the subtle heat radiating onto his skin, dispelling the chill that lingered from his previous existence as a statue. Eryn's question about hunger made him pause, contemplating his own relationship with sustenance. While he did not require food for survival, he had discovered that indulging in earthly pleasures, such as eating, allowed him to further connect with the human experience. It was through these sensory encounters that he found glimpses of his own humanity, and it intrigued him. "I do not require sustenance as humans do, Eryn," he began, his voice steady and calm. "However, I can partake in the act of eating and find pleasure in the taste and texture of certain foods. Your offer is appreciated." Astaroth's crimson eyes met Eryn's gaze, filled with gratitude for her kindness. His connection to humanity had been awakened through her, and he found himself wanting to experience life alongside her, even in its simplest aspects. "I would be honored to share a meal with you, Eryn," he continued, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Your potato root soup sounds delightful. I shall gladly join you." He approached her, a graceful presence in the dimly lit room, “Thank you for extending your hospitality and allowing me to be a part of your world, Eryn. It is a privilege I will cherish.” @The Hermit

Eryn smiled and nodded, "Alright, wonderful." She blushed a bit as he thanked her once more. "It is no problem at all. I just hope it's comfortable. I know this is a small place, but it... It's all I have." She said softly. "I try not to let that get to me." Eryn then made her way to the wooden chest in the corner. She opened it up and removed five large potatoes and a bundle of roots. She had already washed the potatoes when she stored them, so she was able to put them in a large pot. She then grabbed a small bucket and she headed outside. There was a small river within sight of the shed, so she filled the bucket with water. She brought it back into the shed and she put the water into the pot. She then put the pot of water on a metal pipe with a hook above the fire. "That'll cook soon." She smiled. "I might have some bread too, though it's probably stale..." She said, feeling ashamed. "I-I could run into the market to get some fresh bread if you'd like!" She said quickly. Eryn felt so ashamed. She wasn't able to even give him a proper meal, and now... now he'd only be eating potatos, water, and roots. How humilitating. @rey0.0

Astaroth observed Eryn's actions with a gentle understanding, recognizing the effort and care she put into preparing their simple meal. As she expressed her concern about the limited options, he reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Eryn, please don't worry," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I assure you, I am grateful for whatever you offer. It is not the grandeur of the feast that matters, but the company and the kindness behind it." He smiled reassuringly, his eyes conveying a genuine appreciation for her gesture. "This humble meal you have prepared is far more than I have known in my long slumber.” "While we share this meal, perhaps you could share with me some of your own experiences," he suggested gently, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "What led you to live on the outskirts of the village?” @The Hermit

Eryn was a little surprised that he touched her. His hand was large, far larger than any human man hand she had ever seen, or perhaps that was just her perception. His assurance made her smile, and she was pleased to hear him state that it was alright for her meal to not be fantastic. As he asked her to share some of her experiences, she fell silent. She ate a few small spoonfuls of the soup. "My experiences here are... not good." She whispered quietly. "I grew up here in the village after being found as a baby by Father Lazerious. He is the head of the church in our village. He and Sister Mary raised me... but I do not believe they love me. Father Lazerious has only ever said that God loves me." She looked around at the shed. "Father Lazerious told me this is where the orphans live. I have lived here every since. I believe I have lived here since I was five. It has... been a rough time. I will deny that." She sighed softly. She set the bowl of soup down, her eyes growing wet with tears. It had been a very long time since she had ever cried about her situation. She had tried to always be grateful of even having a roof over her head! But, when the rain was dripping down on her, or the snow got in and extinguished her fires, it became hard to try to feel good about the situation she lived in.

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@rey0.0

Astaroth listened attentively while taking a few spoonfuls of soup. His eyes filled with empathy as Eryn shared her difficult upbringing. He could sense the pain and longing in her voice, the weight of her unmet emotional needs. As she fought back tears, he felt an urge to offer her comfort and solace. "Eryn," he spoke softly, his voice filled with compassion, "I'm sorry you have had to endure such hardships. No child should have to bear the burden of feeling unloved or unwanted." He moved closer to her, a gesture of support and solidarity. “Please know that you are not alone anymore. I am here with you now, and I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to bring light to your life, and to show you the love and care that you deserve." Astaroth's words carried a sense of determination, his commitment to being there for her unwavering. He saw the strength in her, the resilience that had allowed her to survive. And in that moment, he vowed to be her guardian, her friend, and the source of light in her darkest moments. "You are not defined by your past, Eryn," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. "You possess a spirit that shines brightly, even in the face of adversity. Together, we will forge a new path.” As he gazed into her eyes, Astaroth's presence radiated warmth and reassurance. He wanted to be sure she knew that from this moment forward, she had an ally, a friend who would walk by her side through the trials and tribulations of life. @The Hermit (edited)

His words sparked a lump to start forming in her throat, and Eryn nodded slowly, taking slow deep breaths to hold back to sobs that desperately wanted to break free of her. No. No child should have ever had to endure what she did, and yet, she endured it. She survived, and while that was an accomplishment all on its own, it wasn't easy to handle. She forced a small smile as he got closer to her. "Thank you, Astaroth. I truly appreciate it." She felt comforted by his words, and the promise that he made to her made her heart swell. However, it also caused numerous tears to fall down her cheeks. She scooted even closer to Astaroth, and she placed her head on his shoulder. "Thank you. You truly have no idea how much I needed you, Astaroth." She had gone to him as a statue for the desperate need for a friend, and now that he was here, alive and in person, she felt relieved and validated. Resting her head on his shoulder, Eryn smiled. For once, her smile felt true. She felt comforted, needed, and loved. @rey0.0

Astaroth held Eryn gently, his arm encircling her with a protective embrace. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of her breath, a rhythm that matched the beating of his own heart. The delicate scent of her hair wafted up, a blend of earthiness and fragility that intertwined with his senses. As his arms enveloped her, he could sense the tension in her body slowly easing, the weight of her worries finding a temporary respite. In a gesture of heartfelt support, he tightened his hold around her, pulling her even closer. His touch was tender, yet firm, radiating a reassuring strength. The sensation of her head resting against his shoulder stirred a warmth within him, a deep well of compassion that seemed to overflow. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced before, but it filled a void within him that he hadn't known existed. As he held her close. He lowered his head slightly, his cheek gently grazing the top of her head, as if to offer a silent gesture of affection. He reveled in the sensation of her head resting against his shoulder, the softness of her hair brushing against his cheek like a delicate caress. It was an intimate connection, a closeness that filled a void within him he never knew existed. In this moment, he felt alive, his heart resonating with a newfound tenderness and compassion.

10:03

With each passing second, their embrace became a sanctuary, a respite from the chaos of the outside world. The flickering fire cast a warm glow upon their intertwined figures, creating an ethereal ambiance that seemed to encapsulate their shared moment of vulnerability. Time slowed down, allowing them to savor the profound intimacy they had discovered in one another. For him, this feeling of affection was uncharted territory, a realm that had long eluded him in his existence. The gentle rhythm of Eryn's breathing against his chest, the rise and fall of her body, stirred something deep within him. It was a yearning, a hunger for connection that had lain dormant for far too long. Wrapped in the embrace of their intertwined souls, he found solace and purpose. The realization of his own longing and the transformative power of their connection was bittersweet, tinged with a hint of melancholy. Yet, in this moment, he chose to revel in the beauty of their togetherness, for it was a rare gift bestowed upon them. @The Hermit

Eryn and Astaroth held onto each other for several minutes, and Eryn was in pure bliss. She had never been held like this. Any time someone had held her, it was either forced, or so short that she didn't even register that she had been hugged. But, now that she was being hugged, it was a feeling she couldn't resist. Her arms tightened against Astaroth's back, and Eryn sniffled, pressing her face into his chest as tears began to well in her eyes. She could not contain her tears and suddenly, she was quietly sobbing. "Thank you, Astaroth..." She whispered. "You being here... means more to me than you will ever know." She clung onto him, her fingers curled against his back. Her shoulders wracked with her soft sobs, and while her sobs were mournful, she was freeing herself from years of agony and pain. After a few minutes, Eryn's sobs ceased. She leaned back just a little bit and she brushed her tears away. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy. She looked up at Astaroth, and her lips curled upwards slightly. "I...I think I really needed that." She laughed a little, but, even though she was no longer crying, she hadn't moved away. @rey0.0

Astaroth held Eryn tightly as her sobs wracked her delicate frame. He could feel the weight of her pain, the release of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. Her tears dampened his chest, a poignant reminder of the burdens she carried within her. He whispered soothing words, his voice a gentle murmur against her ear, hoping to offer solace and reassurance. As her sobs gradually subsided, he felt a deep sense of relief wash over him. The storm of emotions had passed, leaving behind a calmness that settled upon them like a comforting blanket. He loosened his grip slightly, allowing Eryn to lean back and wipe away her tears. Her puffy, reddened eyes and the remnants of her tear-streaked cheeks only served to emphasize her vulnerability and strength. Looking into her eyes, he saw a glimmer of resilience and newfound hope. The corners of his lips curled into a tender smile, his gaze filled with unwavering support. The sound of her laughter, however faint, resonated in his ears like a sweet melody, a testament to the healing power of their connection. "You are so strong, Eryn," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "Sometimes, we just need a moment to let it all out and release the weight of our pain. I'm glad I could be here for you, to offer a shoulder to lean on."

06:56

Astaroth's hand gently cupped her face, his touch both intriguing and comforting. His thumb brushed against her cheek, wiping away the remaining tears with a tender caress. He marveled at the warmth in her eyes, the depth of her spirit shining through even in her vulnerability. "You're not alone anymore, Eryn," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. Moved by an overwhelming surge of affection, Astaroth couldn't resist the impulse to deepen their connection. With a gentle touch, he ran his fingers through the silken strands of Eryn's hair, savoring the softness and the intimacy of the act. His hand cradled the back of her head, providing a subtle anchor as he leaned forward. Pressing his lips against her forehead, he conveyed a tenderness that words couldn't adequately express. It was a kiss that spoke of comfort and reassurance, a silent gesture of his unwavering presence and support. As he pulled back, his eyes remained fixed on Eryn's. Astaroth gazed into her captivating depths, seeing the flickering flame light dancing in her irises, casting a warm glow that mirrored the fire within himself. In that shared gaze, he saw the echoes of her past pain, the scars that marred her spirit. Yet, he also witnessed a glimmer of hope, a spark of determination that refused to be extinguished. It was a sight that stirred something deep within him. His fingers, entangled in her angelic hair, reveled in the silky strands, their touch tender and reverent. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, awakening a longing that he hadn't known existed. It was a tactile reminder of their connection, a tangible manifestation of the emotions swirling between them. With his hand still cradling the back of her head, he could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the steady rhythm that mirrored his own heartbeat. The weight of her head against his palm was both grounding and exhilarating, an intimate touch that forged a deeper bond between them.

06:56

Astaroth marveled at the delicate curve of her features, the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. His touch lingered, tracing the contours of her cheek with feather-light strokes, as if he were sculpting a masterpiece in the flesh. Each caress conveyed a myriad of emotions—care, tenderness, and a growing sense of adoration. In that suspended moment, time seemed to stand still. They were suspended in their own universe, where the troubles of the world faded into insignificance. The air crackled with anticipation, a potent blend of desire and affection that hung palpably between them. His hand, still nestled in the warmth of her hair, served as a gentle reminder of their physical connection. His touch held a tender possessiveness, a gesture that spoke of his desire to protect and cherish her. In the lingering silence, Astaroth found himself captivated by the depth and beauty within Eryn's beautiful eyes.

06:56

@The Hermit