Gabe
Deer Lord
Myremon was sitting, for the lack of a better word, in the stairs of the temple. The wizard looked at the bright sky, the sun bathing the trees of the conveniently placed forest on the surroundings. He kept remembering the look of horror that the girl who suggested that he ate one of them gave to him. Horror and suspicion. He looked at his hands, the black gloves absorbing the sun rays, giving a warm and pleasant sensation. Was he the monster that girl said that he was? Was he transformed in his mind, just like his body? He placed both hands at his face, sighing. When he took his hands from his face, he saw the half demon, Dante, leaving the temple as well.
“Did they find the girl?” Was all he asked, maintaining a serious tone.
“Did they find the girl?” Was all he asked, maintaining a serious tone.