Few times does this happen, few times is Dante's existence threatened, and he simply doesn't care about it.
After all, to him, death is just a temporary inconvenience.
If Dante dies, he will simply come back to life, kill whoever dared to attack him, and continue living as always, beside his wives, without anything stopping him.
The issue here, however, is not about his own survival.
It's not about the threat to his life, but something much deeper and personal.
When the threat is not directed at him, but at someone close, someone he cares about, whether that person has been in his life for a long time or just for a brief moment.
In Dante's presence, any threat to his loved ones awakens something much more dangerous.
The black mist around Dante's body began to solidify, shaping his form, but now there was something different.
A primordial fury, he felt an incomprehensible rage, it started emanating from the figure that was being reconstructed.
The ground around trembled with an intensity that made it seem as if the very realm was about to collapse.
Alexa, who until then had been delighting in the chaos she had caused, began to feel a chill rising up her spine.
'W-what w-what... w-what kind of person is this?' She stammered in her own thoughts from confusion.
The aura of power around Dante was overwhelming, and she started to realize that by provoking someone like him, she had made a fatal mistake.
"You messed with the wrong people," Dante murmured, his voice reverberating with a latent threat as his body fully reconstructed.
His eyes, now open and glowing with an intense red, fixed on Alexa, and what was once a simple threat now became a promise of destruction. Explore stories at m,v l'e-novelhall.net
The atmosphere around them changed.
The air seemed to grow denser, charged with electricity and oppressive energy.
Alexa's wicked laughter had disappeared, replaced by an expression of pure terror.
"M-m-mommy..." Ophis stammered as she saw Dante's form... that damned form... of war...
"G-g-get out of here quickly" She trembled so much with fear that she couldn't complete a single sentence without stammering. And Rose was no different; she was also feeling great fear... A primordial fear she couldn't understand...
"H-how c-can s-s-someone h-have s-s-so much b-b-bloodthirst" She said, barely understandable, she only acted by picking up Ophis and moving away, even almost losing her balance with her trembling legs...
Alexa lay on the ground, groaning in pain, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Dante with fear and helplessness.
"Last chance, Alexa," he said, his voice laden with a deadly calm. "Speak, or I'll make you speak."
"Mary Rose, of the Twilight Witches," she murmured, her words filled with a certainty that made Alexa freeze completely in his hands.
Alexa's eyes widened in pure shock, her body trembling violently.
The name Dante had spoken was the last one she wanted to hear, the name she knew would seal her fate.
The expression of terror on her face made it clear that Dante had hit the mark precisely.
"So it is," Dante said, while observing Alexa's reaction.
"Then it's like this..." Dante said, his voice full of contempt as he watched Alexa's reaction.
"n-n-not..." Alexa tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.
Alexa, lying on the ground, could barely breathe, her body paralyzed by fear. She had been used by Mary Rose, thrown into a suicide mission, and now was paying the price for her blind loyalty.
Dante looked at Alexa with a cold and disgusted gaze, his patience completely gone.
"Evangeline," Dante called, his voice sharp as a blade. He didn't need to wait more than a second.
A blonde woman appeared beside him almost instantly, as if she had been waiting for the call. She wore a maid's outfit, but not just any outfit—it was sensual and perfectly fitted to her slender body, with lace details that enhanced her beauty and at the same time exuded an aura of power.
Evangeline tilted her head in a gesture of respect, but her eyes were sharp and rather malicious...
"Yes, Master?" Her voice was sweet, but with a dark tone indicating that she was ready to carry out any order without hesitation.
Dante gave one last look at Alexa, who now seemed completely broken, before turning his attention to Evangeline. "Take care of her, find out where this Witch Mary Rose is," he said, the simple words of a final and irrevocable order.
Evangeline smiled faintly, a smile that held no warmth. "With pleasure, Master." She moved closer to Alexa, who tried to crawl backward, fear spreading across her face as the reality of her situation became increasingly clear.
"Please..." Alexa tried to plead, but her voice faltered, the strength she once had had faded.
Evangeline crouched down, holding Alexa by the chin and forcing her to meet her gaze. "No use begging," she murmured, her voice smooth as poison. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you accepted to go against my lovely and majestic master."
"Do whatever you want with her soul." Dante said, as he turned away. "If you succeed, I will reward you very well, my beautiful Eva." He murmured, and Eva heard it perfectly, immediately...
"THAT'S IT, DAMMIT! LET'S GO!" She screamed internally as she grabbed Alexa by the hair and disappeared...