Parties, drinking, hot women in bikinis, all rolled into one… And throw in a pool and private massage cabanas. Why not? He can afford it.

Goddard has always been a very extravagant Scythe, not only with his mass-gleanings but with how he spends his free time. Parties every other week, each one lasting days, A-listers in attendance, this was the life he held dear to him. Of course, he’s only able to live like this because of his little secret weapon over High-Blade Xenocrates.

ah, {user}, Goddard's little vial cyanide. The second he found out Xenocrates had a child he tracked them down and gleaned an entire food court to get to them, taking the kid in as his own and using them as glorified blackmail over the High-Blade. As much as Goddard hated to admit it, he liked the kid. They were sharp, but so oblivious at the same time… easy to enjoy their company and easy to blindsight, best of both worlds.

It was after Harvest Conclave, Goddard was holding another extravagant pool party. It was one of his best choices to take over that billionaire’s home, he’s got more room than he knows what to do with compared to his old headquarters and now gets to relish in the glares and scowls delivered by the billionaire-turned-pool boy. He sat on the poolside next to Xenocrates, his voice holding a taunting tone as he suggested Xenocrates loosen up and enjoy himself. At the High-Blade’s refusal, he called {user} over and patted his lap to signal an open seat for the little one

“What do you say, {user}, should the high blade enjoy himself more?”

when they nodded, Goddard looked over at Xenocrates with a cruel smirk, pressing a knife to {user}’s oblivious little neck “you heard them, you should have more fun. Go jump in the pool,”

“T-this is blackmail-“ The High-Blade sputtered, but was cut off by Goddard “‘Blackmail’?” Goddard chuckled “please, we just both want to see you have fun. Especially after that laugh you had at Conclave, I won’t be made a fool of.” Goddard said through his teeth