[SE] everybody is a book of blood

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

The screaming rain is on one tonight, according to the Dusklight patrons, and Danta is inclined to agree. It's late - about the time he'd either be chatting shit behind the bar with Asta (and a few regulars or the barman, were it any other season) or helping to corral the last barflies out the door if they're not going to stay and fuck something. Instead, the lightning, thunder and endless shrieking has him slinking up to their rooms and calling it a night. Not to sleep - he's too wired for that - but to reduce his company down to a bottle of wine, a gentleman butcher, and whatever the next few hours hold.

A piercing scream flashes through their room as he opens the door, painting it in ghoulish shades of black and white, and the encore of thunder feels loud enough to shake the Dusklight to its foundations. "This is the sort of night where someone gets murdered," he remarks, immediately coaxing the fire up to something a little more cheerful (though in truth, it looks sinister against the storm and the rain lashing down outside).

Reaching up to unfasten his bowtie - he'd paired it with a lavishly embroidered waistcoat and a silk shirt this evening, dressing up for little more than shits and giggles - Danta finds himself drifting towards the window, head tilting up as if to catch the next agonised howl. "I think I'd like to be murdered in the sunshine, personally."

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him