in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Good," Danta purrs, before falling silent entirely as Asta closes his eyes, as if worried he might blurt out what lays behind Door Number One (aka the only door) before they get there. Squeezing his hand in return and glancing back as the rage room comes into view - undisturbed, he's pleased to notice, since he'd dropped by a few minutes before - Danta carefully clicks open the latch and leads them inside.
Asta will notice, above all, the scent of sex and liquor in the air, though rest assured Danta isn't the one who has been participating. (Not yet, eyyyy). How he'd found the drifter - a cowboy or a unicorn wrangler or some shit, apparently - he doesn't know and he doesn't care. All that matters is that he'd been alone, he lives alone, and he belongs to bumfuck nowhere in King's End. The rest is just business, sorryMorgen.
A great deal of the Dusklight's finest workers capped with some top shelf booze mixed with a copious amount of dreamdust, and here they are. Danta and Asta on a date, and the man strapped to the table before them the main event. "Alright," he whispers to the butcher, clicking the door shut behind them. "Open your eyes."
Asta will notice, above all, the scent of sex and liquor in the air, though rest assured Danta isn't the one who has been participating. (Not yet, eyyyy). How he'd found the drifter - a cowboy or a unicorn wrangler or some shit, apparently - he doesn't know and he doesn't care. All that matters is that he'd been alone, he lives alone, and he belongs to bumfuck nowhere in King's End. The rest is just business, sorry
A great deal of the Dusklight's finest workers capped with some top shelf booze mixed with a copious amount of dreamdust, and here they are. Danta and Asta on a date, and the man strapped to the table before them the main event. "Alright," he whispers to the butcher, clicking the door shut behind them. "Open your eyes."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
