"Is it about Lucifer?" she asked while calmly sipping her tea, noticing that Dante seemed somewhat serious...
Well, she had already seen everything that happened in Elysium in a brief moment, so she knew that Dante... wasn't happy at all.
"Are you sure this is what you want to discuss? I'm sure the sector's evolution is more important, isn't it?" she questioned, and Dante just smiled, "The sector will evolve in years, but my problem now has a name, age, and location," he replied with a sigh.
"I'm informing you because when I descend into hell again... I will revive all 72 pillars that have died up to now, and I will take Lucifer's soul to create a personal maid for myself," Dante said, smiling. Well, the plan was good...
Turning the Morning Star into his little servant maid... That sounded good.
He had wanted a maid squad for a while... And there were still some matters he wanted to resolve...
'Tsk! I'm the only one needed, Master!' Evangeline wasn't happy at all about him wanting to create maids! Not at all!
Strelizia lowered her teacup and, with a contemplative look, turned back to Dante.
"So, you've already made the decision and now want to inform me about it, not discuss it... I understand." Her voice was soft, but there was a lightness that indicated she was testing the waters, trying to see what else he might reveal.
She leaned forward slightly, her golden eyes shining intensely as they locked onto Dante's red eyes.
"I wonder if that's really all..." she murmured, challenging him to open up a bit more.
Dante felt the weight of her gaze, a look that seemed to pierce through all his defenses and go straight to the core of his intentions.
As much as he was someone who liked to stay in control and play by his own rules, there was something about Strelizia that made him want to be a bit more honest.
'She can see my soul... as expected of a Sector Commander... or rather, an Overlord,' Dante murmured, noticing how the woman didn't seem to care about what he was saying, merely found it interesting and tried to draw more out of his words.
He approached her, maintaining eye contact, his smile fading slightly but still present.
"Maybe it's not just that," he admitted, his voice now lower, almost confidential.
"I will force myself to become a god if necessary. There's no such thing as Good or Evil here, so either you help me and survive, or you stay out of my way, got it?" Dante asked, smiling. For him, this was easy... After all... He still had his memories... It was time to use them properly.
He had something that no one else knew about, except Voralith... the Essence of a Demonic Dragon coursed through his veins, though he wasn't fully aware of how much it influenced him. If he consumed Tiamat, the Dragon... Maybe he could stabilize his race. After all...
he was still a defective being, both Vampire and Demon at the same time, but it couldn't go on like this; they were compatible in a negative way, but... it couldn't stay that way for long.
She sighed, leaning back slightly as if she needed a moment to process everything.
"You really do think big, Dante... No wonder no one ever knows what to expect from you." Her golden eyes reflected a mix of fascination and caution. "But you're aware of the risks, right? Playing with such ancient and dangerous forces could have consequences even you can't foresee."
"Come on, Star... Look at me." Dante said, and she looked at him, staring into his eyes. "Really look." He called for her attention, and then his eyes began to glow, and she saw something...
Dante had lowered his soul's defenses and protections for her to see something...
"Y-Your soul! W-What?" She stammered, confused and unsure of what to say... She didn't see a Demon, nor a Vampire...
Dante simply smiled as two angelic wings emerged. "I've been many things," he said as the wings, similar to those of Strelizia's angels, morphed into black wings with demonic eyes. "But sometimes it's good to be more than I appear to be." He said, shifting his form to that of when he was Lucifer.
"I've been Lucifer, I've been a Progenitor, I've even been a sad little girl, and well, let's be honest, I still have those memories, so..." He murmured, smiling, "So it's just a matter of time, little girl." Dante said, his tone shifting.
"Your strength is nothing but creation; you're not a combatant, at least not without Metatron to defend you. So be honest with me. Do you really want to die?" Dante asked, laughing at her, already knowing the answer.
"Of course not." She said, looking into the Demon King's eyes with hesitation, though it was the truth. She would never want to die in this state, not before finding what she had always sought...
Dante looked at her, almost as if he were reading the woman's face... He wanted to see something beyond her golden eyes, but he couldn't see anything. Then, after a brief moment of silence, Dante finally broke it with a request.
"Then, help me." He said, smiling at her. "Help me keep our world together," he added.
Strelizia couldn't believe what she was witnessing... A Demon King, someone destined for evil, she knew this better than anyone, after all, she understood the infernal cycle better than anyone... And she knew one thing...
'A man who broke the cycle of negativity...' she murmured... 'Maybe he is...'