I'm high on believing

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

A little more used to these sorts of questions now (Danta has lost count of the what was the world likes in the past few months), he can still only offer a slight shrug, but it's with more patience than previously. "Like I said, I never left the Climb, so I can't speak for anywhere else. The Climb was paradise though - for me, anyway." A faint smile touches to his lips as he flicks away the splinter of bone, shifting to get more comfortable on the ground.

"Oh, you think so?" Flashing her a fanged grin for her trouble, it's safe to say that Danta really doesn't care whether or not people approve of what he's doing in or for the Grounds so long as they don't get in his way, but the approval is nevertheless appreciated. As for his shifts, he leans back on his good hand and gazes up at the darkening skies overhead. "For the longest time I only had a gore crow, but I've recently picked up a lava wyrm too."

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

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