Dantalion
but you can't be free
"That is what I just said, isn't it?" Danta says with a raise of his brows, like Noah is being particularly slow about all of this. Crouching in the magma, he reaches out to run his fingers through it like it's some kind of an affectionate pet; it's always good to keep the blood hot, he finds. "Yes," he adds, just in case Noah misinterprets him somehow. "All Ancients are impervious to fire."
Gazing up at the Sentinel, he of course notices the beading of sweat on his brow, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Struggling?" he asks. "Maybe you should scurry back off to your snowballs in Halo. Exploring the Climb can be a stuffy business." Stuffy; cooked alive; it's all the same to those who weren't Ancients, right?
Gazing up at the Sentinel, he of course notices the beading of sweat on his brow, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Struggling?" he asks. "Maybe you should scurry back off to your snowballs in Halo. Exploring the Climb can be a stuffy business." Stuffy; cooked alive; it's all the same to those who weren't Ancients, right?
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
