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Name: Never Let Go~

Character: Dante Sparda

Anime/Game: Devil May Cry

(Quick Author's Note!!!: This is Part 1 of a 3 part series for Yandere Dante Sparda! So be aware that 2 and 3 are coming!!)

It is a quiet day, slow and cloudy. Many believe, after the whole demon escapade, that the dark clouds above are a bad omen of things to come but it's mainly their paranoia gaining the better of them. The familiar demon hunter is someone they tend to look towards when it comes to days like this. He's easy to quickly sense when demons are coming and is out to kill them faster than a cheetah chasing a gazelle. He's strong, witty, charming, handsome, at least most believe so.

"(F/n), have you cleaned the bathroom yet?"

"No, and would it hurt for you to help Dante? This is your place after all."

The silver haired adult, at his desk with his feet kicked up on the top, flicks his magazine while reading it, sighing. He flips pages, eyes drifting over the near nude woman on the page before turning their attention on the (brunette, blonde, etc.). She's sweeping the floor and isn't paying much attention to his glare digging into her back. She finishes up at the spot she's at and moves towards his desk to continue and Dante once more speaks.

"Yeah but did you forget you owe me?"

(F/n) stops, breathing out a breath she hasn't noticed she's been holding. With a few last sweeps she goes and puts the broom away then grabs the supplies needed to clean the bathroom. A sponge and toilet cleanser are in one hand while glass cleaner is in the other and she heads into the space, slamming the door. Dante blinks his eyes to the barrier and for a moment they flash crimson before returning to normal as he does his routine: Order pizza of course.

~*~*~

'Damn that pig headed, egotistical, womanizing, jerk! 'You owe me.' I'll owe you my foot up your...' She shakes her head and sits on her knees before the toilet she's scrubbing down and uses her arm to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. It's about 4:30 so once she's done here she's figuring she might have time to rush to the store for groceries. 'Dante needs more than pizza, idiot.'

(F/n) stares off as memories flood through her mind of when she came to the store for the first time. When she met Dante before he left for a few weeks and returned. He'd changed, something she instantly noticed the moment he'd stepped back through the door; the shop was rebuilt for the majority by then luckily.

1 year, 2 months, and 3 days today.

A 19-year-old-nearly-20 year old (F/n) stands tired and alone in clothes from her deceased mother. Being left without money and food she's hunting a job down with only some experience and the clothes on her back and in her bag. It's about 5 and her stomach is grumbling for food which she hungrily hopes for soon. Shop after shop no place wants to hire her or can't and slowly her faith in finding a place to work at and possibly sleep at is slowly dwindling like sand in an hourglass, ticking away until she finally just dies off.

In a moment of passing a certainly peculiar store she freezes when growls are heard to her left. She slowly looks and gasps, backing up slightly. A creature, one ugly with a crooked nose, broken or sharpened teeth, boiles and claws like daggers hisses at her and takes a step her way. She shudders and backs away again.

"N-Now listen, big guy, I'm not here to, um, start trouble so please-"

It growls loudly and takes about 5 steps forward which surprises the female and she goes to back away but finds herself unable to when bumping into something hard. She's shocked when she finds it isn't a brick wall but instead a muscled man who stands much taller than she. He's shirtless, only wearing baggy gray pants, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. His silvery white hair hangs messily over his gleaming blue eyes and he cocks a brow at the cowering female. His attention goes to the demon and he sighs, shaking his head.

"I just open this place and already got customers. Wow, I really am living the dream," he remarks sarcastically and stretches, his back popping. "Well guess I'll take this one, since it is my 'grand opening'."

The man, in a surprisingly quick succession, pulls out a silver hand gun and points it at the beast, smirking as he pushes the girl so she stands behind him in protection. (F/n) glances at him, a bit at awe that someone is helping a bum like her and is now curious what he means by 'customer'.

"Let's rock.~"

~*~*~

The beast lays dead as the man keeps one foot atop it's blown out head. He flips his guns and settles them into their holsters once more before running his fingers through his tresses of sweaty hair. He sighs, stretching, then once more gives his attention to the small woman.

"So how are we doing the payment? You pay upfront or am I gonna be waiting every month for a certain amount? I have to pay the bills somehow so what's it gonna be?" He steps up to her folding his arms and cocking an expectant brow. (F/n) goes cold at hearing this, confused and sort of intimidated by his somewhat cocky attitude. She's only silent and the man leans forward, eyeing her with what looks to be suspicion. "Hello? Don't tell me you're deaf; if you are then that'll suck cause I don't know whatever it is they use."

"No, no, it's, uh, not that...," She stutters, scratching the back of her neck. Her other hand grips her (pants, skirt, shorts) and she looks slowly back to meet his eyes.

"What? Spit it out already."

"I have no money..."

The man looks taken aback at first, his demeanor slipping a moment before he gives a glare.

"You don't? How are you supposed to pay me back for saving you then?" He questions, shouting. She shakes and looks down, shaking her head.

"I don't know. I'm sorry, please, I'll find a way to pay you back, just I don't have a job or anything so it's difficult-"

"So you're on the streets lookin' for a job?"

She blinks, interrupted but surprised at his question. He's looking thoughtful, as if he's trying to think of something but she's more concerned with his question. Maybe... Maybe he asked and knows how to get her help? Sure, he seems a bit scary but maybe he's a thoughtful guy underneath it all! She nods, eyes sparkling with bright curiosity.

"Yes! I've been hunting somewhere to work and maybe sleep at 'til I get back on my feet!"

She's surprised though as he slowly grins and begins to take steps towards her. (F/n)'s first reaction is to back up in these situations but she's met with a wall and soon the male is towering over her. She blinks at him owlishly and gasps when he sets a hand against the wall beside her head, in a way trapping her.

"I have an idea of how you can pay me back, without money, and I might even be willing to let you stay with me," (F/n), though concerned by this point, gulps and nods waiting for him to continue. He lightly grips her chin and lifts it so their faces are only a few inches apart and he continues,"If you pay me..."

He leans in close to her ear and whispers,"With your body."

(F/n) freezes, not sure what to even think at this point. Her body? Like a prostitute? His eyes land to watch hers and she blinks, face dusted in red. He grins.

"Well?"

"I-I... Do, do you need a cleaning person?!"

Her outburst makes the male blink, surprised and she stares up at him. He cocks a brow along with his head.

"What?"

"Like a maid, someone to clean around your place, make food, that sort of thing," she explains eagerly. It's his turn to stare and his mouth is agape at how she avoided his perverted question so quickly. Most girls normally faun over him and would jump at the chance to sleep with him in a heartbeat but this girl...

"I guess. I mean, then I wouldn't have to do all the work." He answers and gains a smile from her.

She'd finally gotten a job! Sure, her boss didn't seem the nicest, but who cares! And he's going to let her sleep there and live there! It's almost too good to be true.

"Oh thank you! You won't be sorry, I'm (F/n) by the way," She holds out a hand and he blinks at her before slowly taking it and shaking it. "What's your name?"

"Dante."

(F/n) remembers it like it was yesterday and is still surprised she's stuck around this long. After that, time passed with her working there and eventually the shop had been destroyed (she was luckily out shopping when it happened) and Dante had left, leaving her behind to deal with hiring workers to rebuild the place. Though she worried for the silver headed idiot she didn't let it eat her to know if he was still alive; somehow she knew he'd make it back.

2 months and 5 days ago...

The bell above the door rings to alert the cleaner of someone's arrival. Though busy with tidying up the kitchen after the repairs had been finished she hurries out to see who had come inside.

"Hello? If you're looking for the demon hunter he's gone at the moment but if you leave your info I'm sure..." She trails off as her eyes land on the one and only owner. Though he'd been through hell he sure didn't show it and she's shocked by seeing him. His eyes meet hers and she gasps. The woman shakes her head smiling and jogs up to him.

"Dante you're-you're alive!" She cheers and grips onto his shoulders to make sure he isn't a simple hallucination. Feeling his firm shoulders she's ecstatic and pulls back to look him up and down. He still looks like Dante, snow white hair, muscles, handsome looks, all there. She notes his torn sleeve and is curious as to what could've happened.

"I see your sleeve is the only thing torn," she comments, pointing it out while glancing back into his face. He blinks, eyeing it but a moment before his attention is returned to her. He only shrugs, something a bit unlike Dante. No snarky comeback of how she'll have to resow it or how he already knew that, just silence. (F/n) furrows her brows slightly but even lower when a flash of red glows in the man's eyes. She blinks, wondering if she'd imagined that and let's it slide though hesitantly.

"Well, anyways, it's good to have you back Dante." The (h/c) haired woman grins and gestures for him to sit at his new desk; he slowly complies and settles in it. Once he does (F/n) says she'll be back after she's finished up in the kitchen and heads back. The male watches her go, red once more flashing in his irises.

"(F/n)? Are you almost done? I have to piss."

Dante's voice knocks her out of her flashbacks and she shakes her head, coughing and standing.

"Yeah, I'm done."

Opening the door the female passes the male to let him in. As she does his nostrils flare as he sniffs like a dog, her scent wafting through the room. After he intakes her scent completely he clears his throat and rushes into the bathroom, slamming the door. (F/n) only cocks a brow at this odd behavior but doesn't think much of it. Dante's been like this since he came back so she's done trying to figure him out.

Dante leans against the door, breathing heavily and digging his nails into the wood. His fangs are long and sharp and his eyes are red as blood. His heart is beating at an incredible pace and he tries to calm his nerves but finds himself unable to. Her scent...

'Why does this keep happening? Before she was just some bum I picked up off the streets and who only did the cleaning in this place. Now... Now I can't get her out of my head. What the hell is wrong with me?!' He shouts at himself, smacking his head against the door. His eyes are shut tight as he takes in deep breaths to avoid punching a hole straight through the door. He can't think, can't comprehend what the hell is happening; all he ever does is watch her, think of her, ever since his awakening. Her scent drives him into a state of animalism, a certain feeling flowing through his bones. Mating. That's what his demon keeps trying to push; to mate with (F/n). 'I can get any girl I want, a gorgeous babe with a nice body, so why am I so set on having her? Why do I have this anger whenever I see a guy even glance for a second at her? Why, why, why?!'

Though he can't comprehend Dante just tries to calm down, finding it incredibly difficult due to all these circumstances.

"I can't stop this... It wants her... I need her..." He whispers and growls, finally deciding the fate of this bond. Dante only can do one thing.

~*~*~

(F/n) blinks out of her concentration during reading as a shadow crawls over her. She peeks up at the owner, surprised to see Dante there, looking sheepish in a way, something unlike Dante to do. She blinks at him.

"(F/n), I need to talk to you..." He says, looking at her, eyes flashing but a moment as he intakes her scent again. She slowly closes the book and sits up on her bed now giving him her full attention.

"Sure Dante, what is it?"

He sits down, a little too close but (F/n) ignores the awkward feeling and waits for him to talk.

"I'll just come out and say it. (F/n), I... Want you."

The (brunette, blonde, etc.) is a bit taken aback by this and blinks. She tries to make sure she heard right and is even more surprised she had.

"W-Wait, what do you mean...," she freezes when his eyes glow red and she stands slowly, backing away slightly towards the door. "Dante, are you okay? Your eyes, they-"

He smirks at her, his fangs poking out of his slightly parted lips and begins to step towards her in which the female is taken aback and backs up every inch closer he gets. She is afraid but more concerned than anything for her friend who she has no idea is allowing his demon blood to fill him more and more.

"Dante, please, stop. This isn't you, please come ba-"

He chuckles lightly, stopping in his tracks which allows (F/n) to as well. His head is lowered so that his silver locks shadow his eyes and he continue laughs. It only frightens the female before him more and more until he knocks his head back and cackles, the sound having a demonic embodiment that shows it isn't the Dante she knows. He calms and only smiles at her; his eyes are hungry with lust and something she can't tell but it scares her nonetheless. She is wide eyed and her mouth is gaping with no words able to be said.

"Oh, it's me babe, I'm just letting out my other side to have a bit of fun.~" He says, taking another step forward in which she counters. "You see, before I left I never really noticed how sexy you look, or even how amazing you smell, the sweet scent.~ What is it? Strawberries maybe? No matter, it's delicious.~"

"Dante, look, I-I don't know what happened to you but please, knock out of this! This isn't you; this is some crazy thing that's taken over you. Please Dante, stop. It's me, (F/n), your "maid", remember?"

He only chuckles again, shaking his head. "Oh I remember you perfectly (F/n), your strong demeanor, the way you ignore my advances. Well, you can't ignore them anymore.~ I want you (F/n), only you. You're my mate, and I'm not giving you up. Now," he holds his arms out in a hug way, smirking devilishly. "How bout a kiss from your Dante?"

(F/n) shakes her head, whispering 'no' before she turns, bolting out of the room and rushing down the stairs. She doesn't look back in fear of seeing him right behind her and is nearly to the door when something appears before it. A demon, one red with white on its head, nasty teeth and evil eyes. It roars at her and she screams, falling onto her backside in shock and hissing as her ankle twists wrong. She tries getting away from the beast but is in pain and looks up at it in utter fear. Expecting to see the demon she is in utter shock when it transforms into the man she was running from. Dante. He grins at her and looms over her as he crouches to her level. He grips her jaw and leans in so his face is inches of (F/n)'s, smirking to show off his fangs.

"You tried at least, I'll give you that; but once a demon's found its mate," he roughly pulls her in and kisses her intensely, the girl trying to fight away but weak against him. He pulls back and stare deep into her teary eyes. "He never let's go.~"

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Name: Never Let Go~

Character: Dante Sparda

Anime/Game: Devil May Cry

(Quick Author's Note!!!: This is Part 1 of a 3 part series for Yandere Dante Sparda! So be aware that 2 and 3 are coming!!)

It is a quiet day, slow and cloudy. Many believe, after the whole demon escapade, that the dark clouds above are a bad omen of things to come but it's mainly their paranoia gaining the better of them. The familiar demon hunter is someone they tend to look towards when it comes to days like this. He's easy to quickly sense when demons are coming and is out to kill them faster than a cheetah chasing a gazelle. He's strong, witty, charming, handsome, at least most believe so.

"(F/n), have you cleaned the bathroom yet?"

"No, and would it hurt for you to help Dante? This is your place after all."

The silver haired adult, at his desk with his feet kicked up on the top, flicks his magazine while reading it, sighing. He flips pages, eyes drifting over the near nude woman on the page before turning their attention on the (brunette, blonde, etc.). She's sweeping the floor and isn't paying much attention to his glare digging into her back. She finishes up at the spot she's at and moves towards his desk to continue and Dante once more speaks.

"Yeah but did you forget you owe me?"

(F/n) stops, breathing out a breath she hasn't noticed she's been holding. With a few last sweeps she goes and puts the broom away then grabs the supplies needed to clean the bathroom. A sponge and toilet cleanser are in one hand while glass cleaner is in the other and she heads into the space, slamming the door. Dante blinks his eyes to the barrier and for a moment they flash crimson before returning to normal as he does his routine: Order pizza of course.

~*~*~

'Damn that pig headed, egotistical, womanizing, jerk! 'You owe me.' I'll owe you my foot up your...' She shakes her head and sits on her knees before the toilet she's scrubbing down and uses her arm to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. It's about 4:30 so once she's done here she's figuring she might have time to rush to the store for groceries. 'Dante needs more than pizza, idiot.'

(F/n) stares off as memories flood through her mind of when she came to the store for the first time. When she met Dante before he left for a few weeks and returned. He'd changed, something she instantly noticed the moment he'd stepped back through the door; the shop was rebuilt for the majority by then luckily.

1 year, 2 months, and 3 days today.

A 19-year-old-nearly-20 year old (F/n) stands tired and alone in clothes from her deceased mother. Being left without money and food she's hunting a job down with only some experience and the clothes on her back and in her bag. It's about 5 and her stomach is grumbling for food which she hungrily hopes for soon. Shop after shop no place wants to hire her or can't and slowly her faith in finding a place to work at and possibly sleep at is slowly dwindling like sand in an hourglass, ticking away until she finally just dies off.

In a moment of passing a certainly peculiar store she freezes when growls are heard to her left. She slowly looks and gasps, backing up slightly. A creature, one ugly with a crooked nose, broken or sharpened teeth, boiles and claws like daggers hisses at her and takes a step her way. She shudders and backs away again.

"N-Now listen, big guy, I'm not here to, um, start trouble so please-"

It growls loudly and takes about 5 steps forward which surprises the female and she goes to back away but finds herself unable to when bumping into something hard. She's shocked when she finds it isn't a brick wall but instead a muscled man who stands much taller than she. He's shirtless, only wearing baggy gray pants, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. His silvery white hair hangs messily over his gleaming blue eyes and he cocks a brow at the cowering female. His attention goes to the demon and he sighs, shaking his head.

"I just open this place and already got customers. Wow, I really am living the dream," he remarks sarcastically and stretches, his back popping. "Well guess I'll take this one, since it is my 'grand opening'."

The man, in a surprisingly quick succession, pulls out a silver hand gun and points it at the beast, smirking as he pushes the girl so she stands behind him in protection. (F/n) glances at him, a bit at awe that someone is helping a bum like her and is now curious what he means by 'customer'.

"Let's rock.~"

~*~*~

The beast lays dead as the man keeps one foot atop it's blown out head. He flips his guns and settles them into their holsters once more before running his fingers through his tresses of sweaty hair. He sighs, stretching, then once more gives his attention to the small woman.

"So how are we doing the payment? You pay upfront or am I gonna be waiting every month for a certain amount? I have to pay the bills somehow so what's it gonna be?" He steps up to her folding his arms and cocking an expectant brow. (F/n) goes cold at hearing this, confused and sort of intimidated by his somewhat cocky attitude. She's only silent and the man leans forward, eyeing her with what looks to be suspicion. "Hello? Don't tell me you're deaf; if you are then that'll suck cause I don't know whatever it is they use."

"No, no, it's, uh, not that...," She stutters, scratching the back of her neck. Her other hand grips her (pants, skirt, shorts) and she looks slowly back to meet his eyes.

"What? Spit it out already."

"I have no money..."

The man looks taken aback at first, his demeanor slipping a moment before he gives a glare.

"You don't? How are you supposed to pay me back for saving you then?" He questions, shouting. She shakes and looks down, shaking her head.

"I don't know. I'm sorry, please, I'll find a way to pay you back, just I don't have a job or anything so it's difficult-"

"So you're on the streets lookin' for a job?"

She blinks, interrupted but surprised at his question. He's looking thoughtful, as if he's trying to think of something but she's more concerned with his question. Maybe... Maybe he asked and knows how to get her help? Sure, he seems a bit scary but maybe he's a thoughtful guy underneath it all! She nods, eyes sparkling with bright curiosity.

"Yes! I've been hunting somewhere to work and maybe sleep at 'til I get back on my feet!"

She's surprised though as he slowly grins and begins to take steps towards her. (F/n)'s first reaction is to back up in these situations but she's met with a wall and soon the male is towering over her. She blinks at him owlishly and gasps when he sets a hand against the wall beside her head, in a way trapping her.

"I have an idea of how you can pay me back, without money, and I might even be willing to let you stay with me," (F/n), though concerned by this point, gulps and nods waiting for him to continue. He lightly grips her chin and lifts it so their faces are only a few inches apart and he continues,"If you pay me..."

He leans in close to her ear and whispers,"With your body."

(F/n) freezes, not sure what to even think at this point. Her body? Like a prostitute? His eyes land to watch hers and she blinks, face dusted in red. He grins.

"Well?"

"I-I... Do, do you need a cleaning person?!"

Her outburst makes the male blink, surprised and she stares up at him. He cocks a brow along with his head.

"What?"

"Like a maid, someone to clean around your place, make food, that sort of thing," she explains eagerly. It's his turn to stare and his mouth is agape at how she avoided his perverted question so quickly. Most girls normally faun over him and would jump at the chance to sleep with him in a heartbeat but this girl...

"I guess. I mean, then I wouldn't have to do all the work." He answers and gains a smile from her.

She'd finally gotten a job! Sure, her boss didn't seem the nicest, but who cares! And he's going to let her sleep there and live there! It's almost too good to be true.

"Oh thank you! You won't be sorry, I'm (F/n) by the way," She holds out a hand and he blinks at her before slowly taking it and shaking it. "What's your name?"

"Dante."

(F/n) remembers it like it was yesterday and is still surprised she's stuck around this long. After that, time passed with her working there and eventually the shop had been destroyed (she was luckily out shopping when it happened) and Dante had left, leaving her behind to deal with hiring workers to rebuild the place. Though she worried for the silver headed idiot she didn't let it eat her to know if he was still alive; somehow she knew he'd make it back.

2 months and 5 days ago...

The bell above the door rings to alert the cleaner of someone's arrival. Though busy with tidying up the kitchen after the repairs had been finished she hurries out to see who had come inside.

"Hello? If you're looking for the demon hunter he's gone at the moment but if you leave your info I'm sure..." She trails off as her eyes land on the one and only owner. Though he'd been through hell he sure didn't show it and she's shocked by seeing him. His eyes meet hers and she gasps. The woman shakes her head smiling and jogs up to him.

"Dante you're-you're alive!" She cheers and grips onto his shoulders to make sure he isn't a simple hallucination. Feeling his firm shoulders she's ecstatic and pulls back to look him up and down. He still looks like Dante, snow white hair, muscles, handsome looks, all there. She notes his torn sleeve and is curious as to what could've happened.

"I see your sleeve is the only thing torn," she comments, pointing it out while glancing back into his face. He blinks, eyeing it but a moment before his attention is returned to her. He only shrugs, something a bit unlike Dante. No snarky comeback of how she'll have to resow it or how he already knew that, just silence. (F/n) furrows her brows slightly but even lower when a flash of red glows in the man's eyes. She blinks, wondering if she'd imagined that and let's it slide though hesitantly.

"Well, anyways, it's good to have you back Dante." The (h/c) haired woman grins and gestures for him to sit at his new desk; he slowly complies and settles in it. Once he does (F/n) says she'll be back after she's finished up in the kitchen and heads back. The male watches her go, red once more flashing in his irises.

"(F/n)? Are you almost done? I have to piss."

Dante's voice knocks her out of her flashbacks and she shakes her head, coughing and standing.

"Yeah, I'm done."

Opening the door the female passes the male to let him in. As she does his nostrils flare as he sniffs like a dog, her scent wafting through the room. After he intakes her scent completely he clears his throat and rushes into the bathroom, slamming the door. (F/n) only cocks a brow at this odd behavior but doesn't think much of it. Dante's been like this since he came back so she's done trying to figure him out.

Dante leans against the door, breathing heavily and digging his nails into the wood. His fangs are long and sharp and his eyes are red as blood. His heart is beating at an incredible pace and he tries to calm his nerves but finds himself unable to. Her scent...

'Why does this keep happening? Before she was just some bum I picked up off the streets and who only did the cleaning in this place. Now... Now I can't get her out of my head. What the hell is wrong with me?!' He shouts at himself, smacking his head against the door. His eyes are shut tight as he takes in deep breaths to avoid punching a hole straight through the door. He can't think, can't comprehend what the hell is happening; all he ever does is watch her, think of her, ever since his awakening. Her scent drives him into a state of animalism, a certain feeling flowing through his bones. Mating. That's what his demon keeps trying to push; to mate with (F/n). 'I can get any girl I want, a gorgeous babe with a nice body, so why am I so set on having her? Why do I have this anger whenever I see a guy even glance for a second at her? Why, why, why?!'

Though he can't comprehend Dante just tries to calm down, finding it incredibly difficult due to all these circumstances.

"I can't stop this... It wants her... I need her..." He whispers and growls, finally deciding the fate of this bond. Dante only can do one thing.

~*~*~

(F/n) blinks out of her concentration during reading as a shadow crawls over her. She peeks up at the owner, surprised to see Dante there, looking sheepish in a way, something unlike Dante to do. She blinks at him.

"(F/n), I need to talk to you..." He says, looking at her, eyes flashing but a moment as he intakes her scent again. She slowly closes the book and sits up on her bed now giving him her full attention.

"Sure Dante, what is it?"

He sits down, a little too close but (F/n) ignores the awkward feeling and waits for him to talk.

"I'll just come out and say it. (F/n), I... Want you."

The (brunette, blonde, etc.) is a bit taken aback by this and blinks. She tries to make sure she heard right and is even more surprised she had.

"W-Wait, what do you mean...," she freezes when his eyes glow red and she stands slowly, backing away slightly towards the door. "Dante, are you okay? Your eyes, they-"

He smirks at her, his fangs poking out of his slightly parted lips and begins to step towards her in which the female is taken aback and backs up every inch closer he gets. She is afraid but more concerned than anything for her friend who she has no idea is allowing his demon blood to fill him more and more.

"Dante, please, stop. This isn't you, please come ba-"

He chuckles lightly, stopping in his tracks which allows (F/n) to as well. His head is lowered so that his silver locks shadow his eyes and he continue laughs. It only frightens the female before him more and more until he knocks his head back and cackles, the sound having a demonic embodiment that shows it isn't the Dante she knows. He calms and only smiles at her; his eyes are hungry with lust and something she can't tell but it scares her nonetheless. She is wide eyed and her mouth is gaping with no words able to be said.

"Oh, it's me babe, I'm just letting out my other side to have a bit of fun.~" He says, taking another step forward in which she counters. "You see, before I left I never really noticed how sexy you look, or even how amazing you smell, the sweet scent.~ What is it? Strawberries maybe? No matter, it's delicious.~"

"Dante, look, I-I don't know what happened to you but please, knock out of this! This isn't you; this is some crazy thing that's taken over you. Please Dante, stop. It's me, (F/n), your "maid", remember?"

He only chuckles again, shaking his head. "Oh I remember you perfectly (F/n), your strong demeanor, the way you ignore my advances. Well, you can't ignore them anymore.~ I want you (F/n), only you. You're my mate, and I'm not giving you up. Now," he holds his arms out in a hug way, smirking devilishly. "How bout a kiss from your Dante?"

(F/n) shakes her head, whispering 'no' before she turns, bolting out of the room and rushing down the stairs. She doesn't look back in fear of seeing him right behind her and is nearly to the door when something appears before it. A demon, one red with white on its head, nasty teeth and evil eyes. It roars at her and she screams, falling onto her backside in shock and hissing as her ankle twists wrong. She tries getting away from the beast but is in pain and looks up at it in utter fear. Expecting to see the demon she is in utter shock when it transforms into the man she was running from. Dante. He grins at her and looms over her as he crouches to her level. He grips her jaw and leans in so his face is inches of (F/n)'s, smirking to show off his fangs.

"You tried at least, I'll give you that; but once a demon's found its mate," he roughly pulls her in and kisses her intensely, the girl trying to fight away but weak against him. He pulls back and stare deep into her teary eyes. "He never let's go.~"