“I want to wipe that grin of your face with my sword, but my mother taught me to play nicely.”
Protective Dadte and Tay?
(Set during The Animated Series)
Dante hated PTA meetings. He hated dealing with people as is, they were harder to kill than demons. His little girl, however, needed an education so here he was, dealing with fucking Karens about how their little Timmy was so fucking perfect and could do no wrong. He ran his hand over his face and groaned.
He hated it here.
“Mister...er...Sparda.” He now felt a tinge of regret picking that surname but they needed one so he had to give on. He gave the name of Sparda on the spot, having nothing else to draw from, so now he was Mister Dante Sparda. “You claim that my Timothee harassed your Taylor?”
“Exactly. Good, we’re getting somew-”
“What a absolute lie!” The woman huffed. “My Timothee wouldn’t do anything like that! Your daughter is obviously lying for attention.” She smirked at her totally fool-proof logic. His demonic blood roared at her false accusations.
“I want to wipe that grin off your face with my sword but my mother taught me to play nicely.” Dante growled. The woman stared at him before backing off. Dante grumbled and went to the dessert table to grab a couple cookies. Maybe his sunshine would like a couple...