Sebastian Slithers
Despair descends at Lord Ahriman's place. It cast a tall shadow similar to a snake's head as it walks through the corridor halls.
A slender figure emerges from the entrance doors of the dining hall. It becomes more visible as it steps into the light. Shifting into something more human-like.
"Pardon my tardiness, my Lord. But I run into some trouble with my experiments." It spoke in its dull and monotone voice.
It was Sebastian, clad in his usual white surgeon coat with a black apron wrapped in front of it. As if he was running late and didn't have time to change his work attire for something more formal for the occasion. Nevertheless, He arrived to answer his Lord's call to a feast.
"It seems one of my specimens didn't want to cooperate. I have simply no choice but to dispose of it. Such an untidy work actually, Good test subjects are so hard to find these days." Sebastian nonchalantly said, continuing with his excuse while adjusting his latex gloves.
He sighed before making his way towards the banquet table.
As he marches with his staff aiding him, Sebastian briefly flicks his forked tongue to check and smell his surroundings, monitoring anything that isn't sanitary as his paranoia kicks in.
Surely, a massive gathering with all of the variety of demons, dark magicians, seasoned warriors, and other mythical creatures involved, these things would unintentionally invite what he hated and feared the most: germs.
Despite the number of guests. The gloom and doom theme Lord Ahriman's fortress has. The massive feast that would spell contamination if not prepared right. Sebastian was pleased to know that His Lord knew how to keep his place tidy and disinfected; As expected.
He then briefly curt a bow in front of Lord Ahriman, then proceeds to take his place at the massive table.
Sebastian remained seated, minding his manners. He did not touch nor taste the abundance of mouth-watering food and overflowing booze laid in front of him. It was tempting yet he refuse to indulge himself in pigging out at the table.
Not that he didn't like it. Oh no, It's just Sebastian thought to himself it's best to keep sober and attentive throughout the gathering.
This meeting is all about business and pressing matters, Right? Why else Lord Ahriman summons forth his finest A-team hell has to offer?
Despair descends at Lord Ahriman's place. It cast a tall shadow similar to a snake's head as it walks through the corridor halls.
A slender figure emerges from the entrance doors of the dining hall. It becomes more visible as it steps into the light. Shifting into something more human-like.
"Pardon my tardiness, my Lord. But I run into some trouble with my experiments." It spoke in its dull and monotone voice.
It was Sebastian, clad in his usual white surgeon coat with a black apron wrapped in front of it. As if he was running late and didn't have time to change his work attire for something more formal for the occasion. Nevertheless, He arrived to answer his Lord's call to a feast.
"It seems one of my specimens didn't want to cooperate. I have simply no choice but to dispose of it. Such an untidy work actually, Good test subjects are so hard to find these days." Sebastian nonchalantly said, continuing with his excuse while adjusting his latex gloves.
He sighed before making his way towards the banquet table.
As he marches with his staff aiding him, Sebastian briefly flicks his forked tongue to check and smell his surroundings, monitoring anything that isn't sanitary as his paranoia kicks in.
Surely, a massive gathering with all of the variety of demons, dark magicians, seasoned warriors, and other mythical creatures involved, these things would unintentionally invite what he hated and feared the most: germs.
Despite the number of guests. The gloom and doom theme Lord Ahriman's fortress has. The massive feast that would spell contamination if not prepared right. Sebastian was pleased to know that His Lord knew how to keep his place tidy and disinfected; As expected.
He then briefly curt a bow in front of Lord Ahriman, then proceeds to take his place at the massive table.
Sebastian remained seated, minding his manners. He did not touch nor taste the abundance of mouth-watering food and overflowing booze laid in front of him. It was tempting yet he refuse to indulge himself in pigging out at the table.
Not that he didn't like it. Oh no, It's just Sebastian thought to himself it's best to keep sober and attentive throughout the gathering.
This meeting is all about business and pressing matters, Right? Why else Lord Ahriman summons forth his finest A-team hell has to offer?