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Dante
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Don't let
Your pride get
The best of you
Now
Anger ragged through the demon lord Dante, the one whom was referred to as Pride. He normally was prideful, yet today something filled him with anger. He stared at a soulless skull, of a previous victim a few years ago. "I'm very disappointed in you." He exclaimed looking at the skull, as he quickly removed a large butchers knife. Then he closed his eyes, shaking a bit then he quickly moved in a fast motion, stabbing the skull with his knife. Straight in the frontal bone. He smirked a bit, letting out an evil yet manic sounding laugh. Then he threw the skull off of the table with his hand. It flew into the wall beside him, cracking and shattering. Then he jumped up onto his table. "I wonder." He thought grinning a bit. "What those reapers are up to today." He let out a manic laugh yet again. The demon was wearing a pitch black tank top. He had on a pair of rude fit black jeans, that had holes in the knees. He had on a black pair of chucks, with a leather tench coat on. Slowly, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a mirror, smirking a bit. "Dante dear you look amazing," he exclaimed in prideful manner as always. He slowly walked to the end of the table, looking at his next victim. A bright blond young man sat at the end of the table, looking at him with fear. [Ha, he's a bit strange that way... He swings both ways] Glaring at the young man, he smirked a bit. "My lovely little puppet." He exclaimed manically letting out a small laugh. The man almost fell back in his seat watching as the man walked towards him. "W-What do y-you want w-with me?" He exclaimed his eyes widen with shock. Dante let out a laugh, "it's time to pay with your soul... Remember our deal my dear James."
The human looked at him, "but you said I had another year?" The man exclaimed slowly getting up. Dante let out another manic laugh. "My dear, James. I've lied." He exclaimed grinning a bit. "Though, you said that I would get the job?" He asked as the chair fell behind him, watching as Dante walked along the long table towards him. "I'm sorry, dear James... But pride is a sin." He grinned a bit, knocking a few plates off of the table. The man named James simply went to leave. Though it was then Dante leaped from the table, revealing his true form. "Hello, puppet." He exclaimed landing on the ground in front of the one named James. "Your soul, young man." He exclaimed, "is mine." Pulling out a sword, he sliced the man's neck clear off. "Thought so..." He exclaimed grinning as he watched the lifeless body hit the ground. Dante held Jame's head in his hand, grinning a bit. "Dear puppet, where's your soul?" He exclaimed as he observed the soul. He grew younger, and grinned. He now appeared to look like twenty one year old. He threw the head at the wall, leaving a blood stain, then he looked at his hands covered with blood. He brought them to his mouth, licking the blood off of them. "That's good." He exclaimed, then he shifted back into his human. He will find another victim soon, and hopefully those damn reapers kept their side of the deal. A grin pinned across his face as he left the room, going towards the front door. He will leave hell to reek darkness and chaos within the human world yet again. "Father, your an idiot to abandon me. I will become powerful, even if it means I'll have to kill the others in order to gain it... I will defeat the demon king." He smirked a bit, thinking of the death of his father. Then he entered through the gate.
He appeared in the human world. A grin pinned across his face as the wind blew through his short locks of black hair. His oddly yellow orbs glowed through his soulless and forgotten eyes. He manically let out a chuckle, noticing several children playing. My next victims, maybe. He thought, thinking of the future. He will take up as many souls as he would need, and the plot with the reapers and the several humans, they were to teach, would be perfect for him, to take upon himself. He was also glad, because he would try to take out the other demon lords. The others who've sinned as well as himself. Slowly, the young man pulled out a cigarette. Then gently, resting it in between his lips. He pulled out his lighter quickly, then he did a flip with the thing, lighting his toxic laced cancer stick. He watched several women glancing at him, "Ladies." He exclaimed manically. "I'm not taken." He watched as the young goth girls ran off giggling. He could hear one of them, mentioned that he was hot. He grinned a bit, too deadly too. He thought walking towards a park. He took in an inhale of the toxic stick, as he exhaled. Then entered the park's gate. He watched several child. More victims... He thought watching as several kids were poking fun of someone else' good looks. Hm, one day they would be pretty prideful. He sat down on an empty bench, enjoying his seldom solitaire. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, flicking the ash on the ground, then another smile came across his lips. Then he watched as a small girl was thrown to the ground, by a much larger girl.
What a treat. He thought. A good movie. He smirked placing the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling the toxin once more. He exhaled watching closely, as he heard the older girl exclaimed. "I'm prettier then you..." She said, "and my daddy owns your daddy." The younger girl, began to cry. "Stop it Alice." The younger girl exclaimed. She seemed to have some blood on her knees. Dante grinned, go on Alice, let the pride get a hold of you. He thought, in the long run your soul will become mine. "I'm not listening to you, I'm richer then you." The girl named Alice had exclaimed. Dante watched leaning against the bench' back. "Stop it Alice." The younger girl exclaimed. The older girl smiled, "shut up b***h, as she kicked sand in the girl's eyes." Though it wasn't long before she saw her dad show up. She pretended to fall to the ground and let out a cry. "Daddy..." Alice exclaimed, "Jean pushed me, so I pushed her back and now she's being mean dad." The man looked at the younger girl named Jean. "Your lucky your dad is going to keep his job." They all left, and Dante smirked a bit, finishing his cigarette. He tossed it onto the ground, and rubbed his shoe shoe into it. Getting the ashes and everything from starting a fire. Dante rose to his feet. Hm, Alice would be a nice soul to steal in the near future. He slowly left the scene, heading towards the side walk out side of the park.
Walking through the park's gate he headed towards wherever the side walk took him. He sensed the wrathful demon lord Snow around. He grinned slightly, hm... I wonder if I will meet up with her, he thought manically thinking and smirking a tad bit. Let's leave her alone, I should head on home again. He thought manically laughing again. Some old people were staring at him, ew... Old folk's souls are to strange for me. I enjoy the younger ones, at least their not as wise. He grinned at the couple staring at him. Run away, I'm to creepy for you. He thought as they looked away. Dante felt the wind, hm. He though grinning, as he watched some girl run past him, a girl with blond hair. Something about butterflies. He thought, then continue to walk. Hm, what's her problem. Oh right. He laughed, mother's gone.
The human looked at him, "but you said I had another year?" The man exclaimed slowly getting up. Dante let out another manic laugh. "My dear, James. I've lied." He exclaimed grinning a bit. "Though, you said that I would get the job?" He asked as the chair fell behind him, watching as Dante walked along the long table towards him. "I'm sorry, dear James... But pride is a sin." He grinned a bit, knocking a few plates off of the table. The man named James simply went to leave. Though it was then Dante leaped from the table, revealing his true form. "Hello, puppet." He exclaimed landing on the ground in front of the one named James. "Your soul, young man." He exclaimed, "is mine." Pulling out a sword, he sliced the man's neck clear off. "Thought so..." He exclaimed grinning as he watched the lifeless body hit the ground. Dante held Jame's head in his hand, grinning a bit. "Dear puppet, where's your soul?" He exclaimed as he observed the soul. He grew younger, and grinned. He now appeared to look like twenty one year old. He threw the head at the wall, leaving a blood stain, then he looked at his hands covered with blood. He brought them to his mouth, licking the blood off of them. "That's good." He exclaimed, then he shifted back into his human. He will find another victim soon, and hopefully those damn reapers kept their side of the deal. A grin pinned across his face as he left the room, going towards the front door. He will leave hell to reek darkness and chaos within the human world yet again. "Father, your an idiot to abandon me. I will become powerful, even if it means I'll have to kill the others in order to gain it... I will defeat the demon king." He smirked a bit, thinking of the death of his father. Then he entered through the gate.
He appeared in the human world. A grin pinned across his face as the wind blew through his short locks of black hair. His oddly yellow orbs glowed through his soulless and forgotten eyes. He manically let out a chuckle, noticing several children playing. My next victims, maybe. He thought, thinking of the future. He will take up as many souls as he would need, and the plot with the reapers and the several humans, they were to teach, would be perfect for him, to take upon himself. He was also glad, because he would try to take out the other demon lords. The others who've sinned as well as himself. Slowly, the young man pulled out a cigarette. Then gently, resting it in between his lips. He pulled out his lighter quickly, then he did a flip with the thing, lighting his toxic laced cancer stick. He watched several women glancing at him, "Ladies." He exclaimed manically. "I'm not taken." He watched as the young goth girls ran off giggling. He could hear one of them, mentioned that he was hot. He grinned a bit, too deadly too. He thought walking towards a park. He took in an inhale of the toxic stick, as he exhaled. Then entered the park's gate. He watched several child. More victims... He thought watching as several kids were poking fun of someone else' good looks. Hm, one day they would be pretty prideful. He sat down on an empty bench, enjoying his seldom solitaire. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, flicking the ash on the ground, then another smile came across his lips. Then he watched as a small girl was thrown to the ground, by a much larger girl.
What a treat. He thought. A good movie. He smirked placing the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling the toxin once more. He exhaled watching closely, as he heard the older girl exclaimed. "I'm prettier then you..." She said, "and my daddy owns your daddy." The younger girl, began to cry. "Stop it Alice." The younger girl exclaimed. She seemed to have some blood on her knees. Dante grinned, go on Alice, let the pride get a hold of you. He thought, in the long run your soul will become mine. "I'm not listening to you, I'm richer then you." The girl named Alice had exclaimed. Dante watched leaning against the bench' back. "Stop it Alice." The younger girl exclaimed. The older girl smiled, "shut up b***h, as she kicked sand in the girl's eyes." Though it wasn't long before she saw her dad show up. She pretended to fall to the ground and let out a cry. "Daddy..." Alice exclaimed, "Jean pushed me, so I pushed her back and now she's being mean dad." The man looked at the younger girl named Jean. "Your lucky your dad is going to keep his job." They all left, and Dante smirked a bit, finishing his cigarette. He tossed it onto the ground, and rubbed his shoe shoe into it. Getting the ashes and everything from starting a fire. Dante rose to his feet. Hm, Alice would be a nice soul to steal in the near future. He slowly left the scene, heading towards the side walk out side of the park.
Walking through the park's gate he headed towards wherever the side walk took him. He sensed the wrathful demon lord Snow around. He grinned slightly, hm... I wonder if I will meet up with her, he thought manically thinking and smirking a tad bit. Let's leave her alone, I should head on home again. He thought manically laughing again. Some old people were staring at him, ew... Old folk's souls are to strange for me. I enjoy the younger ones, at least their not as wise. He grinned at the couple staring at him. Run away, I'm to creepy for you. He thought as they looked away. Dante felt the wind, hm. He though grinning, as he watched some girl run past him, a girl with blond hair. Something about butterflies. He thought, then continue to walk. Hm, what's her problem. Oh right. He laughed, mother's gone.




