Dantalion
but you can't be free
None of what Deimos has to say is surprising, but Danta soaks it up all the same, even if his gaze is on a group of boys using an unruly gourd as a football between the market stalls. "Safrin is everything you'd expect a goddess to be, huh?" he says, rumbling out a laugh. Not expecting the question to be turned back to himself, but relishing the opportunity to praise his goddess nonetheless, he tilts his head up to look at Deimos.
"Beautiful. Powerful. Values independence," he purrs. "She treats her children as well as your lady of the stars treats her followers, I'd wager. She doesn't suffer fools, though, in my experience." Walking into danger and pissing everyone off and expecting a divine bail out isn't really Dygra's thing.
Relishing the information and tucking it away for later playtimes, he gives the Sword a grateful nod. Glancing back (the gourd is now pulp), he notices a strange stairway plunging into what looks like a secret street. "Unless you want to join me, this is where I leave you. Because I'm all about mysterious, dark lanes."
"Beautiful. Powerful. Values independence," he purrs. "She treats her children as well as your lady of the stars treats her followers, I'd wager. She doesn't suffer fools, though, in my experience." Walking into danger and pissing everyone off and expecting a divine bail out isn't really Dygra's thing.
Relishing the information and tucking it away for later playtimes, he gives the Sword a grateful nod. Glancing back (the gourd is now pulp), he notices a strange stairway plunging into what looks like a secret street. "Unless you want to join me, this is where I leave you. Because I'm all about mysterious, dark lanes."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
