electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"I think perhaps he's decided the Grounds are easier to live in." Danta smirks. "But then once the portal here is finished, there's nothing stopping us trying to do some good to this place, I suppose." He just can't say he'd be all too keen to be a part of it. Then again, with a ray of sunshine priestess and a man tall enough to literally strongarm him anywhere, maybe he'll suck it up.
Laughing to see Asta pop up like some demonic ferret, Danta slides along his pew a little so the inscription is more visible. "The 'A's are the most important part of your name," he points out reasonably. "Otherwise you'd just be called stroth."
As for what he's written, the Maverick frowns and shrugs his shoulders. "Morax's old sigil," he says. "It was as good as my name back then."
Laughing to see Asta pop up like some demonic ferret, Danta slides along his pew a little so the inscription is more visible. "The 'A's are the most important part of your name," he points out reasonably. "Otherwise you'd just be called stroth."
As for what he's written, the Maverick frowns and shrugs his shoulders. "Morax's old sigil," he says. "It was as good as my name back then."
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
