in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Stepping back as he feels the fire snagged away and the Ancient within beginning to control it herself, Danta settles himself beside Asta as the woman comes to, and the Maverick tilts his head curiously to hear his speak. And now it's his turn to grin, open mouthed at the taller man with delight - blood orgies? robes? crotch cutouts? knives? Colour him impressed. "And I am very keen to learn about whatever parties you attend," he adds.
Given that Asta is being his gentlemanly self, Danta busies himself in pulling away some more of the rock so that her journey out of the stone might be made all that easier. "Welcome to Deepfrost, in the year 317 post-cataclysm," he trills. "And before you ask, no, we don't understand what was so cataclysmic about it either."
Given that Asta is being his gentlemanly self, Danta busies himself in pulling away some more of the rock so that her journey out of the stone might be made all that easier. "Welcome to Deepfrost, in the year 317 post-cataclysm," he trills. "And before you ask, no, we don't understand what was so cataclysmic about it either."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
