Dantalion
but you can't be free
Let's be real - Danta doesn't really give a fuck about missing children. But he's never heard Torchline sound this fun, not in the whole... three or so days he's been here? The panic, the shouting, the fear, the occasional violence - he could start to like it here if this all keeps up. Having been enjoying some breakfast and soaking up the first of the sun's delicious rays, he sucks the grease from his fingers and rolls to his feet, following the sound of the chaos.
Only as someone jostles past him, calling a child's name, does he realise what exactly must have happened. Picking at his teeth with a sliver of a chicken bone, Danta huffs under his breath. "I wasn't aware one could misplace their spawn," he remarks, mostly to himself, before lifting a small rock on the beach as if a child might be hiding beneath it. He's helping, see.
Only as someone jostles past him, calling a child's name, does he realise what exactly must have happened. Picking at his teeth with a sliver of a chicken bone, Danta huffs under his breath. "I wasn't aware one could misplace their spawn," he remarks, mostly to himself, before lifting a small rock on the beach as if a child might be hiding beneath it. He's helping, see.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
