// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"They don't call me Theocrat for nothing," Danta points out with a crooked smile, heading up to open the Temple doors ready while Asta hefts the cart up this last stretch. He's there to steady it from his side, at least, preventing it from toppling until they can ease it into the building together. And that, as they say, is that. Leaning his forearms against the side of the cart so he can catch his breath, he glances around at the building as if surprised to see it - the portal is still a novelty, evidently.
"Can you manage to get to your shrine space from here?" he asks. "Because I feel like if we try to manage it together, this will be when the cart breaks or the stone slab falls out or something else hilarious and terrible happens." Why? Because chaos and dumb fucking luck, that's why.
"Can you manage to get to your shrine space from here?" he asks. "Because I feel like if we try to manage it together, this will be when the cart breaks or the stone slab falls out or something else hilarious and terrible happens." Why? Because chaos and dumb fucking luck, that's why.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
