Dante
← →
Don't let
Your pride get
The best of you
Now
Anger raged through Dante's body when Faustous had called him a scared little boy. "FAUSTOUS! How dare you speak to an elder like a child." He warned, Dante had to be about the same age as Faustous. Maybe a little older, who knew... The demon calendar seemed to be complicated. Written long ago, after all. Dante caused the ground below the three to start to shake, he almost shattered the vile containing the soul of the old reaper of beyond.
Dante glanced at Sage, his eyes seemed to turn to a crimson color, as he listened to Sage tell his dear friend Faustous to calm down. A smirk came across his face as he started to chuckle a bit. "I thought he would, after all..." He smirked a bit. "If it weren't for him... You probably be one of my lost souls." He chuckled a bit, "he gave me his soul in place of yours "little" Soul." He smirked a bit. "Years ago, Sage... A bet was placed. The reason for your death was because of that bet."
His smirk turned into a grin. "Your father... Made a poor choice, putting his only son up in a bet."
