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The name's Dante. You may have heard about me some on the news. Believe it or not, the rumors aren't true. I'm apparently supposed to save the world or some shit. There's a lot on my to do list. And I'm most likely gonna piss off a whole lot of people along the way. Only question is, what should I do first?

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

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timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

“That’s sick.” Dante grumbled, taking another deep drag, the cig burning down halfway. “Ooh, struck a nerve did I?” Dante replied amusingly to her outburst. “My apologies, ma’am. Don’t mean to offend,” He mused.

“Suit yourself.” He had expected her to turn him down, so he wasn’t particularly surprised.

“Let him come either way. I’m dying for a rematch, now that i know what i’m up against. Haven’t met a demon yet that I can’t kill, and I owe him payback for droppin’ a building on me.” He tapped his ash onto the floor with a sigh. “I’m worried about what he plans to do with Legion. Limbo is endless, it’ll be a long ass time before he finds it. What do you think he’ll do with it once he does?”

“Eh…not a big deal,” she said with a shrug, “Still nicer than my own father,” she muttered pouring another set of shots and quickly. The smile quickly returned to her face though and she chuckled softly at his response. 

Her eyes darted to him and she shook her head, “Along with not really wanting to kill you, I also don’t want to be the cause of your death either if I can help it, I have seen what he does to people and demons alike, he’s good to me…other people…not so much…” she looked away from him, and ran a hand through her hair. Somehow she just knew if he faced Mayor Wilkins head on that he’d die. 

She looked back to him, “Well…he feeds off the souls of other living things…humans and demons alike…it makes him stronger…as is he can’t consume the numbers he wants fast enough I guess…but with Legion…all that power, it’ll be in him, and what he could do after that would be…” she shuddered her hair actually raising on her skin, her leg bounced a little, “Dante…” she said after a minute of being quiet, now the fear in her was more obvious, “He always gets what he wants…”  She was afraid of what would happen when he finds Legion and she was afraid of what would happen if she opposed him too. Even the thought of that downright congenial sounding voice mixed with disappointment sent chills down her spine. She didn’t know what to do.  

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

“It’s probably for the best that I barely knew mine.” Dante took one of the shots that Faith poured with a muttered word of thanks. He didn’t drink it right away though, rolling the rim of the glass across his bottom lip in thought. “He gives me the creeps. That’s a whole lotta evil in one package, I could smell it on him.”

He knocked back the shot finally, pausing to let it burn down his throat. He watched Faith squirm in her seat, listening carefully. Had he ever encountered something like the Mayor before? Mundus had been a powerful son of a bitch, but he was a King of Hell. Maybe the Mayor was something similar?

“Faith.... I need you to understand, that I have a job to do. If your Mayor is a threat, I don’t have a choice but to go after him. If what you’re saying is true, then the destruction could be apocalyptic. Something has to be done, and my guess is, Limbo will only hold him back for so long.”

[almxst-angelic]

timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

Dante’s steps were tentative as he drew closer to her, eyes scanning her small, cowering form. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” Dante said softly, not wanting to touch her for fear of scaring her further. 

At her question, Dante eyed the dried blood on her wrists, the specks of blood on her face. Fuck, this girl was a mess.”I… I don’t know,” He said finally. “When we were in Limbo… Something happened to you, I’d never seen anything like it. I’m doin’ fine, I’m more worried about you.” All of his wounds had healed ages ago, leaving not a scar in their wake.

He had so many questions… But clearly this girl needed some help. “You told me your name was Stormy. I’m Dante, do you remember me?”

“—a – a little.  Is… Is that what that place was called?  Limbo?”  Stormy questioned with a timid shift in her stance, keeping her arms tight around her body.  Nothing made sense.  Ever since she had come to this city, everything was somehow off.. Who was this man?  His name was Dante.. Okay, that was one step in the right direction.  She hoped.

“I-it’s Stormy, yes.” she confirms next, offering a quick nod.  “What is.. Limbo?  How… How did we get there?”  Wait, had he said she did something?  No… No no.. Surely he was mistaken.  “I – I couldn’t have done anything.  I can’t even fight..”

Something else had to have happened.  “M-maybe God helped us.” The woman said quickly, stepping back a little more, “Maybe.. His angels..?  S-someone.. someone helped us.. I-it wasn’t me.”

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

Seemed she had as many questions as he did. “Limbo’s another dimension, I guess? Between the real world and hell. How did-” He paused, remembering himself. “I don’t know what you are, or how you got into Limbo, but you were the one who saved us in there. I don’t know how you did it, but it started when you started to bleed like that.” He gestured to the dried blood on her wrists.

“There was this bright light, and the next thing I knew, we were back in reality.” He furrowed his brow, trying to wrap his head around it. That white light was so familiar. It held the same pure aura as his own angelic energy. “I hate to break it to you, but God hasn’t helped anyone here in a while, least of all me.” He kept his distance from her for fear of spooking her, noticing her small steps backward. “Stormy, how did you do that?”

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timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

“Yeah. If I was smart, I would kill you. I could put a bullet in your head right now.” He knew that tucked into the small of his back, hidden by his coat, Ebony and Ivory rested, prepared for use at any time. “But, I won’t. I’m not a murderer. Not that smart either, apparently,” He snorted.

“What d’ya mean, he didn’t want you to fight me?” His brows rose as he took in her body language. She was looking away from him again. It took him a minute before he realized what she meant. 

“Wow. He really asked that of you, did he?” So what, this mayor guy pimped her out, too? Fuck sake. “Well, bad news is, I’m not that kind of man, not anymore. You’re cute and all, but knife wielding crazy ladies aren’t really my thing,” he said jokingly. A bald faced lie, but she didn’t have to know that.

“Good news is, you need a place to crash tonight, I got a couch and a fridge stocked up with beer. The couch is actually pretty cozy.” He shrugged, taking another drag off the cig. “That is, if you try not to kill me in the middle of the night.”

She didn’t look back up at him as the realization hit him and she just shrugged a little, “Not the first time, you know…didn’t really work that last time either A girl’s gonna develop a complex,” she let out a bit of humorless laughter, but finally looked back up at him, “First of all I’m not cute, I will kick your ass all over this bar, I am goddamned sexy and don’t you forget it,” she narrowed her eyes with a slight joking tone as she swallowed another shot. 

She quirked an eyebrow, “I, uh, naw, man, I’m…good…I’ll just go back and tell him it didn’t work, and see what happens, he was understanding the first time, we’ll see if that holds true this time,” she muttered looking back down at her empty glass, “But uh, thanks anyway, you probably don’t want him to come looking for me.”

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

“That’s sick.” Dante grumbled, taking another deep drag, the cig burning down halfway. “Ooh, struck a nerve did I?” Dante replied amusingly to her outburst. “My apologies, ma’am. Don’t mean to offend,” He mused.

“Suit yourself.” He had expected her to turn him down, so he wasn’t particularly surprised.

“Let him come either way. I’m dying for a rematch, now that i know what i’m up against. Haven’t met a demon yet that I can’t kill, and I owe him payback for droppin’ a building on me.” He tapped his ash onto the floor with a sigh. “I’m worried about what he plans to do with Legion. Limbo is endless, it’ll be a long ass time before he finds it. What do you think he’ll do with it once he does?”

[almxst-angelic]

timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

Dante would be found in a study down the hall, poring over several copies of books that he had strewn across the desk in front of him. Over the past couple years, Dante had set about collecting whatever information he could, and so had collected, found, or stolen more than a few volumes to use for research.

He had grown a little bored waiting, and had taken a shower and changed by the time Stormy had finally awakened. He paced back and across the study in jeans and a clean tanktop, looking like he had never sustained damage at all, having had plenty of time to heal.

He held a large,dusty tome in his hands, heavily focused in scanning its’ pages. He had looked through every damn book he had, but somehow came up with nothing largely useful. Dante growled in frustration, slamming the volume on the table with a loud, heavy THUD.

Dante’s head lifted at the sound of a timid voice down the hall, his interest peaked. He turned and made his way to the door, poking his head out into the hall. Sure enough, there not far down the hallway he heard Stormy calling out.

Dante started down the hall, peeking his head around the doorway so he wouldn’t frighten her; She’s probably had enough excitement for one day. “Hey…” He started, his hands out so he wouldn’t seem like a threat. “You shouldn’t be up, you got hurt real bad.” He took a look at her, his brow creased. She looked frazzled as hell, and scared to death. She seemed like the furthest thing from a threat.. “You okay?”

Ginger curls cling to a slightly moist forehead with a soft frown growing across her lips.  Whatever thoughts she had were lost upon the sound of another voice.  Silvery eyes lift wide, and puzzled, aiding in the slight fear at seeing Dante appear in front of her.  A step or two would widen the gap between them before she was helplessly staring down at the floor like a beaten dog, submissive and uncertain.

“I-I’m okay.” But she was frightened.  Was it him?  Some instinctive fear?  Perhaps memories of where the two had been?  The look she gives him says it was probably all of the above, not understanding the threat she had faced, or what role Dante had played in it.

A shaky hand lifts to push curls behind her ear with her body seeming shrunken inward to make herself smaller, and less intimidating.  She clearly didn’t want to provoke him, or get into any sort of confrontation.  Despite the questions flooding her thoughts as she struggles to try to lift her gaze and meet his, her attempts find no words.  Lips part to speak, but close quickly with eyes dropping back to the floor as if she were afraid to ask.

“Wh-who’s blood is this..?” she finally manages after some effort, glancing down at her wrists before rubbing a sleeve roughly across her upper lip to try to clear away the dry remnants of sanguine.  “A-are you.. h-hurt?”

Could she have hurt him?  Was this somehow her own?  No… Not possible.  A jolt of pain shoots through her head, forcing a hand to rise and press to her temple.  Small flashes of memories blink into existence in front of her with her eyebrows drawing up and pinching together in confusion.

Yet.. she seems to lack any recollection of what had happened between trying to protect Dante, and waking up here.  Had she lost consciousness?

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

Dante’s steps were tentative as he drew closer to her, eyes scanning her small, cowering form. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” Dante said softly, not wanting to touch her for fear of scaring her further. 

At her question, Dante eyed the dried blood on her wrists, the specks of blood on her face. Fuck, this girl was a mess.”I... I don’t know,” He said finally. “When we were in Limbo... Something happened to you, I’d never seen anything like it. I’m doin’ fine, I’m more worried about you.” All of his wounds had healed ages ago, leaving not a scar in their wake.

He had so many questions... But clearly this girl needed some help. “You told me your name was Stormy. I’m Dante, do you remember me?”

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"Hey pretty lady. Guess who's not dead~"

  ♛ — @timeforalittlereb3llion

      「Hey handsome〜」

      「Glad to see you’re alive and well〜」

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

“Ah, well. Protecting the earth from the forces of hell is busy work after all. But you know me, I always come back. Like a boomerang. Or herpes, but more fun.”

“Hope you’ve been stayin’ outta trouble.”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

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timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

Dante’s eyes flicked from his glass to Faith. “From what I’ve seen so far, it doesn’t really matter to him what you want.” He hummed, mulling the situation over. Finally, after a moment, he sighed, opting to pick up the bottle and take a swig, forgoing the glass. 

“Well, if this ain’t some deep shit we’re in.”

 “Tell you what. I’ll let you take your shot.”

He hummed, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He took one out between his teeth, lighting up and watching the cherry glow bright red at the tip. “If you can kill me, you can go back to Daddy Mayor, and go about your merry life.” He held out the pack of cigs, offering her one.

Faith nearly mirrored her movements getting a cigarette, “Me more than you I’m afraid,” she replied taking a long drag on her cigarette, then she let the smoke out, “You could just kill me,” she said through the smoke making her voice a bit gravely, “That’s probably fix this mess,” she laughed a bit humorlessly disguising the seriousness of the statement as a joke. 

Her eyes flicked to him and she quirked an eye brow, “Well…” Faith scratched the back of her head and looked at him, only visible cringing when he called him ‘Daddy Mayor’, “Here’s the thing…I wasn’t supposed to fight you,” this conversation had suddenly gotten awkward. Once again she looked away from him. 

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

“Yeah. If I was smart, I would kill you. I could put a bullet in your head right now.” He knew that tucked into the small of his back, hidden by his coat, Ebony and Ivory rested, prepared for use at any time. “But, I won’t. I’m not a murderer. Not that smart either, apparently,” He snorted.

“What d’ya mean, he didn’t want you to fight me?” His brows rose as he took in her body language. She was looking away from him again. It took him a minute before he realized what she meant. 

“Wow. He really asked that of you, did he?” So what, this mayor guy pimped her out, too? Fuck sake. “Well, bad news is, I’m not that kind of man, not anymore. You’re cute and all, but knife wielding crazy ladies aren’t really my thing,” he said jokingly. A bald faced lie, but she didn’t have to know that.

“Good news is, you need a place to crash tonight, I got a couch and a fridge stocked up with beer. The couch is actually pretty cozy.” He shrugged, taking another drag off the cig. “That is, if you try not to kill me in the middle of the night.”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

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timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

Dante almost laughed at her bewildered expression. “Believe me if you like. Or not. Doesn’t make a difference.” From someone who apparently fought demons and vampires on the regular, her skepticism was amusing. She could choose to believe him or not, that was her own business.

When he asked his question, her reaction told him everything he needed to know, before she even said anything. He nodded, a moment of silence passing as he calmly took two more shots.

“Mmhmm. And d’you intend to go through with that plan?” He poured them both another shot nonchalantly.

“Didn’t say I didn’t believe, I just, need to wrap my head around it,” Faith told him. She could understand demons well enough, but Angels were harder. She was more willing to believe in something at existed solely to hurt than to help. 

She stared at her glass, rolling it around in her hand before she tossed the shot back. She was quiet again, her finger tracing the rim of her empty glass, “I…uh…don’t know, I’ve never not done something he told me to, that’s um, kept me alive so far, I’ve seen what happens to other people that just…ignored him…it’s…not pretty,” she admitted staring much more intently at the glass, “If it helps I don’t want to.” 

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

Dante’s eyes flicked from his glass to Faith. “From what I’ve seen so far, it doesn’t really matter to him what you want.” He hummed, mulling the situation over. Finally, after a moment, he sighed, opting to pick up the bottle and take a swig, forgoing the glass. 

“Well, if this ain’t some deep shit we’re in.”

 “Tell you what. I’ll let you take your shot.”

He hummed, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He took one out between his teeth, lighting up and watching the cherry glow bright red at the tip. “If you can kill me, you can go back to Daddy Mayor, and go about your merry life.” He held out the pack of cigs, offering her one.

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“Yep, that’s me,” Dante chuckled, knocking back two more shots. How many had he had now? He wasn’t sure that it mattered, he barely felt a buzz.

He leaned forward on his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together in front of him. “The word you’re looking for is Nephilim. The spawn of angels and demons. That’s how i’m able to enter limbo.That’s why Legion didn’t care too much for me.” He cocked his head, inspecting her face with his icy blues. 

“My turn. Did that mayor guy send you to kill me? I’ll bet you’re not just here for the tequila and pleasant conversation.” His voice was even and calm, and his face showed no signs of anger or distress as he awaited her answer. He didn’t feel like beating around the bush with the question; and she was on his turf, after all.

She started at him, mouthing the word as he said it, ever so glad he clarified so she didn’t have to ask but the whole ‘angel’ part is what she found so incredulous. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he was telling the truth…it was just..the truth was hard to swallow because she didn’t believe in angels. Higher beings, they had proof of those, perhaps they were the same, she blinked, “Yeah…um…he definitely wasn’t a big fan…” she kind of tilted her head trying to absorb that answer. 

His question admitted caught her way off guard and she immediately looked away from him. It was probably a big tell but she didn’t have time to prepare of that blunt of a question, “Wow…you sure don’t beat around the bush do ya?” she muttered taking a breath and letting it out. She thought about lying to him, but she’d probably already answer his question without saying a word, “…he did…” she said finally still not looking direction at him. 

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

Dante almost laughed at her bewildered expression. “Believe me if you like. Or not. Doesn’t make a difference.” From someone who apparently fought demons and vampires on the regular, her skepticism was amusing. She could choose to believe him or not, that was her own business.

When he asked his question, her reaction told him everything he needed to know, before she even said anything. He nodded, a moment of silence passing as he calmly took two more shots.

“Mmhmm. And d’you intend to go through with that plan?” He poured them both another shot nonchalantly.

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timeforalittlereb3llion‌:

‘Son of Sparda,’ Legion had called him. He remembered that much. Dante chewed the inside of his cheek idly, trying to decide just what he should tell her. For all he knew, she had been sent by this Mayor guy to pump him for information. 

, he nodded. “Thing is, Faith, that’s strictly need to know. How are you at keeping secrets?” He grinned. “Should i have ‘faith’ in you?”

She quirked and eyebrow and proceeded to pour more shots for them, “You are a cheesy bastard,” she chuckled lightly then gestured, “Been keeping secrets all my life Peaches, kinda been one of my staples, this is between you and me,” her face took on a bit more of a serious look and she nodded for him to continue before she grabbed one of the shots she poured and raised it up to him and then downed it. 

She hadn’t been told to gather information on him, she didn’t have to tell The Mayor anything he told her. She was told to seduce and kill him. Of course the longer she sat there, the less she wanted to follow that order. The Mayor was in general pretty good to her, but she’d also listened to everything she’d been told to do up until this moment. The inner debate was killing her. 

[timeforalittlereb3llion]

“Yep, that’s me,” Dante chuckled, knocking back two more shots. How many had he had now? He wasn’t sure that it mattered, he barely felt a buzz.

He leaned forward on his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together in front of him. “The word you’re looking for is Nephilim. The spawn of angels and demons. That’s how i’m able to enter limbo.That’s why Legion didn’t care too much for me.” He cocked his head, inspecting her face with his icy blues. 

“My turn. Did that mayor guy send you to kill me? I’ll bet you’re not just here for the tequila and pleasant conversation.” His voice was even and calm, and his face showed no signs of anger or distress as he awaited her answer. He didn’t feel like beating around the bush with the question; and she was on his turf, after all.

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❛    i feel bad for her, living in that house, all alone.   ❜

❛  i see the bad moon arising, i see trouble on the way.   ❜

❛   hello?  ❜

❛   help me, please .. ❜

❛    you poor creature, my cottage is just down the road.   ❜

❛   did we just watch different movies?   ❜

❛    the only person you’re going to scare is yourself.    ❜

❛   1692, 13 witches were hung in the woods, their angry spirits haunt the woods.   ❜

❛   how do you know so much, about witches?  ❜

❛   no, [ name ], we’ll have none of your necromancy.   ❜

❛   you can bury it in the pet cemetery.   ❜

❛   familiars are goblins taking on the role of animals.   ❜

❛   when your fully a witch, you’ll be younger longer.   ❜

❛   your only supposed to miss things after you say goodbye to them, right? ❜

❛   i am continuously missing everything.   ❜

❛   now, spirits, we will wait.   ❜

❛    we don’t want half - breeds at the academy.  ❜

❛    and who exactly are you calling a half - breed?   ❜

❛   isn’t that what you are? half witch, half mortal? ❜

❛   i’m not going to be baited and bullied by you.  ❜

❛    what are you doing?   ❜

❛    a curse. you’re cursing me. ❜

❛    stepped into some poison ivy, got to wash it off of me.   ❜

❛    if truly i am cursed today, let water wash the hex away.   ❜

❛    there’s nothing we can’t handle, as long as we’re being honest with each other.  ❜

❛    we all signed the book and proudly, i might add.    ❜

❛    the path of night or the path of light but not both.   ❜

❛    witches without covens are easy pickings.   ❜

❛   a witch hunter? is that possible? ❜

❛    could of been a movie star if chosen, like cousin montgomery.  ❜

❛    when i was your age, i signed my name in the book of the beast.   ❜

❛   us girls didn’t have any options back then.   ❜

❛   you’ll be the death of me and i’ll be death of you.   ❜

❛   i’m pretty into comics and graphic novels.   ❜

❛    isn’t that why you summoned us?   ❜

❛    they’re your enemies, you’ll have to do most of the work. ❜

❛   you’re not meddling in mortal affairs again, are you?  ❜

❛   she annoyed me, so i killed her and buried her in the yard.   ❜

❛    you could have warned me. ❜

❛    save your breath, we know you lied, you’re a terrible lair.   ❜

❛   we don’t need a reason to torment mortal boys. ❜

❛    i want both, i want freedom and power.   ❜

❛   he’ll never give you that, thought of you or any of us having both terrifies him.  ❜

❛   eventually there will come a time when i bury you and you stay buried.   ❜

❛    it’s my satan given right to kill you as many times as i please.  ❜

❛    it’s better to forget the mortal world.   ❜

❛    how clever, you’re dressed as your future. ❜

❛     are you willing to place our dark lord above all other’s in your life? ❜

❛    show me mercy, please .. please, dark lord.   ❜

❛    i am worthy of your love by kissing your beautiful feet.   ❜

❛    i admire your defiance, girl/boy.   ❜

❛    you think you can defeat me? you cannot.  ❜

❛    your flesh is mortal and in the end, all mortal flesh must burn.   ❜

❛    i’m not going to the academy to hook up with hot warlocks.   ❜

❛   i’m going to learn how to defeat the dark lord.   ❜

❛    what about classes like conjuring, rituals, demonology? ❜

❛    why do you have to be such a warlock slut all the time?   ❜

❛   i don’t need you to tell me my business.   ❜

❛    this .. this was a mistake.    ❜

❛   the thing i carved more than anything in the world was revenge.   ❜

❛    we’re going to play a game.   ❜

❛    perhaps your life could do with more purpose.   ❜

❛   must you be negative about every idea that i have?  ❜

❛   a demon, demon. a scary demon.   ❜

❛    not the devil, [ name ], a demon, in the house.   ❜

❛   what do you mean a demon? what kind of demon?  ❜

❛   now that is how you trap a demon.   ❜

❛   never open a magic box if you don’t know what’s inside it.  ❜

❛    mother of demons? you abandoned me, mother.  ❜

❛    i believe, i’m in the wrong nightmare …   ❜

❛   well, now that you’ve done it, how’s it taste? your heat?   ❜

❛   you know what they say, you can’t polish a turd.  ❜

❛    once i wake you up, you must run.   ❜

❛    praise satan!   ❜  

❛   can witches perform exorcisms?   ❜

❛   my mortal friends are talking about demons, what if they talk about witches next?  ❜

❛   give me their names and i’ll make sure they stop talking about anything.   ❜

❛   maybe i can find out the demon’s name and what it wants.   ❜

❛   having a name is always helpful.   ❜

❛   leave? why would i do that? its so nice and warm and sinful in here.    ❜

❛    you’re not even here, how rude …    ❜

❛   it felt like he was slithering down my throat.   ❜

❛   demons have an awful sense of humor. can you blame them? they live in hell.    ❜

❛   do you think that god could be punishing me?   ❜

❛   so if witches can’t perform exorcisms then what can they … we do?   ❜

❛   that worm will burrow its way back to hell where it belongs.    ❜

❛   nothing. nothing has happened. which is the problem.   ❜

❛   i mean, how am i ever going to out wit the dark lord?    ❜

❛   your poor, weak, feeble heart couldn’t handle the strain, could it?   ❜

❛   out wit the dark lord? why, [ name ], what ever do you mean?   ❜

❛   this doesn’t happen as much as it used to, us walking home together.   ❜

❛   why does it look like the texas chainsaw massacre has been nailed to our door?   ❜

❛    what happened to the people? the hill people?   ❜

❛   wait, you want this? you want to be sacrificed?    ❜

❛   if you wanted to escape, i would happily look the other way.   ❜

❛   i don’t know what happens when we die, it’s impossible to know.   ❜

❛  yes but what do you believe?   ❜

❛   you’re killing the mood, either get in or get out.   ❜

❛   oh, you had me at boys to torment.   ❜

❛   and satan knows, who we might chance upon in the woods.   ❜

❛   i’ll tell ya, i’ve seen some strange things out here.   ❜

❛   once a hunter, always a hunter.   ❜

❛   you believe that, [ name ], after what we just saw?    ❜

❛   how’s your faith in the mortal boy any different than my faith in the dark lord?    ❜

❛   why is your faith more valid than mine?    ❜

❛   does dying hurt?    ❜

❛   are you talking about a resurrection spell?    ❜

❛   necromancy is one or the darkest and dangerous of sacred magics.   ❜

❛   why are we burying her here? why not just leave her in the woods?    ❜

❛   why must you always assume the universe grant you special privileges?    ❜

❛   there is no cheating fate.    ❜

❛   you’ve crossed a line. no, no, you’ve completely erased it.   ❜

❛   there’s no reason to think that the spell will fail.   ❜

❛   you’re playing with life and death and you don’t even know the basics.   ❜

❛   you lied to me. you did the one thing that i told you not to do.    ❜

❛   the witch you killed and brought back to life is getting sicker and sicker.

❛  you’ve opened pandora’s box.    ❜

❛   we are standing in a grave, all of us and you want to dig it deeper.    ❜

❛  you don’t know what i’m capable of.   ❜

❛   everything has a price.   ❜

❛   i can see things, things i shouldn’t be able too.    ❜

❛   but what does it mean to be witch?   ❜

❛   why are you virgins so aggressive?    ❜

❛   i smell virgins the way rabid dogs smell blood.   ❜

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timeforalittlereb3llion:

Dante’s shoulders finally relaxed when Faith sat back down, giving her an easy smile though his jaw still hurt. The bar’s volume began to rise again as people began to return to their own business, the bartender giving them a wary side eye as he returned to work. Dante waved over the waitress again, slipping her a tip. 

“You might just want to bring the bottle this time, yeah?” He said to her, giving her a wink. The waitress blushed, taking the tip before making her way off. 

Dante turned his attention back to Faith, nodding as he took his last shot.

“Alright, what do you want to know?”

She considered this question for a moment and decided to go with the easiest question. She had a very vague idea of the answer, it was still fleeting like all the knowledge she’d once had with Legion. She felt like maybe if she focused really hard she could recall it, but she really didn’t want to focus on that, “What are you exactly? I mean I remember what you looked like through Legion’s eyes…that was…something…” she shook her head. 

It was odd to feel like her very soul needed a shower to wash Legion’s presence from within her. She didn’t like to focus on what was left behind, despite this the image was brought up clearly in her mind. Legion seemed to see his very essence, demonic and…something else. Something pure that mingled with the demonic energy, in a manner that didn’t at all seem unnatural. Almost balanced. Legion hadn’t been so fond of it but in hindsight it was kind of pretty. 

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‘Son of Sparda,’ Legion had called him. He remembered that much. Dante chewed the inside of his cheek idly, trying to decide just what he should tell her. For all he knew, she had been sent by this Mayor guy to pump him for information. 

, he nodded. “Thing is, Faith, that’s strictly need to know. How are you at keeping secrets?” He grinned. “Should i have ‘faith’ in you?”