Dantalion
but you can't be free
"I can't believe we've never come up to this part of the world before." Danta's voice is little more than a dry purr, and despite the fact that the blazing sun can absolutely burn his bare shoulders, he wants to feel as much of it sink into his skin as possible. Hence why, as he and Astaroth trail through the desert towards the line of greenery in the distance, he's shed his coat to walk shirtless in the heat.
"I think if I'd found this place before the Grounds, we might well be a desert community." Laughing to himself, he shields his eyes and nods at the large tree that seems to have sprouted out of absolutely nowhere. "That looks like the sort of shitfuckery the gods are responsible for, right?" Heading closer, the Theocrat hops up to bat at one of the seed pods to get it down, turning it over in his hands and seeming disappointed that it isn't made of gold.
"I think if I'd found this place before the Grounds, we might well be a desert community." Laughing to himself, he shields his eyes and nods at the large tree that seems to have sprouted out of absolutely nowhere. "That looks like the sort of shitfuckery the gods are responsible for, right?" Heading closer, the Theocrat hops up to bat at one of the seed pods to get it down, turning it over in his hands and seeming disappointed that it isn't made of gold.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
