Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
"A good idea - that shouldn't be too long now. I for one am looking forward to getting in an exorcist to cleanse my office," Danta drawls, casting a baleful glance over his shoulder at the Backrooms and the far-too-many void creatures inhabiting the space. "Where will you be hosting it?" he asks conversationally. The Temple, he imagines, given the space and the fact that it's so central.
As for Maea's gratitude, Danta takes an easy sip of his drink and flaps his hand at her as if to tell her not to think anything of it. "What kind of Ancient would I be if I tried to box you in with rules?" he says with a flash of fangs. "Just make sure the place is warm enough, else a lot of us will be moving around quite stiffly."
Crossing his long legs and tilting his glass with one finger as if to test how far he can balance it without it tipping over, he tilts his head curiously. "The regions might yet be enemies again, you know. If what that weird voice in people's heads is right about Stormbreak."
As for Maea's gratitude, Danta takes an easy sip of his drink and flaps his hand at her as if to tell her not to think anything of it. "What kind of Ancient would I be if I tried to box you in with rules?" he says with a flash of fangs. "Just make sure the place is warm enough, else a lot of us will be moving around quite stiffly."
Crossing his long legs and tilting his glass with one finger as if to test how far he can balance it without it tipping over, he tilts his head curiously. "The regions might yet be enemies again, you know. If what that weird voice in people's heads is right about Stormbreak."
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
