Amelia struggled a great deal with the demon, knowing well had she never crossed paths with Aiden - she would’ve been Dante’s. But she also had faith that Dante would have control over his satyromania. A gentle chirp escaped the hyena once he placed her down upon her feet and fixed her dress. “Thank you, Dante,” she said softly.
When he had crushed the wisp within his palm, furred ears aroused before returning to her crown. A flame of that particular wisp grew larger as Amelia closed her eyes, allowing the memories to rush within her mind. A tiny gasp escaped her when everything was pieced together as Amelia looked at the thief dumbfounded.
THAT’S WHY HE DIDN’T LIKE AIDEN.
A demon’s promise was important and many daughters of mated pairs or any ‘close’ pairs had no choice but to follow parents’ orders. Amelia was thankful she didn’t have such a situation. But even to Amelia bit down on her bottom lip. “…You poor things,” she stated gently.
Not the first thing she wanted to say; however, it slipped as she seemed troubled, knowing that bringing Rose back could also ruin her chance with Aiden. As a selfish thought; however, she frowned a little trying to get back on track. “…To do what you both planned. Death still needs a soul…in a sense. He won’t have a claim over Claire’s because she is the catalyst for keeping Rose alive…well perhaps the one who caused this. And any extra…” The soul-bearing demoness explained somewhat allowing her tail to curl around her.
"I would prefer speaking to Death but…I rather not do it alone. I can do all of this for you, knowing. A handful of things but…one major thing I want to ask. Will this make you happy?“
In a sense, Drago had doomed Dante and Rose to this fate by promising her to him in the first place. However, fate caught up to the one who denied her destiny to be with the one she was fated to.
As “you poor things” fell from Amelia’s lips, Dante felt a rare tinge of anger run through him. An instant desire to cause a little bit of harm washed over the wolverine. However, Amelia is lucky that Dante valued her more than he should. The need to strike is resisted and hand balled up into a tight fist to keep himself from making contact with a soft cheek or squeezable neck.
“Drago’s old man is the gift of the deity,” The thief mused with words tainted by a deep growl. “Claire, my girlfriend, has no idea yet that I plan on using her to bring Kaleila back. I do feel like she knows deep down what her purpose is in life. This will give her meaning and I know she desires such a thing. She will live through...Rose.”
Dante hasn’t spoken the nymph’s names in so long. They felt odd to the tongue, but something he looked forward to speaking more and more in the future.
Will this make him happy? “Yes,” He paused. “Yes. I’ve lived long enough being denied what is mine. I’ve cared for her. I’ve visited her ever since she’s been gone. That bastard had his chance. He didn’t even look for her.
“Tell me, is your bond strong with the boy, Amelia? If not, you better strengthen it before my flower wakes or you shall never have him and I’ll never have her. Do you understand? They are still marked and he needs to be rid of his.”
Dante takes a deep breath then and lets it out slowly to calm himself. It was clear that he’s frustrated now and still a little angry. He’ll give the hyena a slight bow in silent apology for his bitterness towards Amelia’s lover and his own situation.
Straightening up, hands take Amelia’s own -- thumbs caressing baby blue skin. “Amelia, you doing this for me, means more to me than anyone could understand. I may never have you again, but you and I share a strong bond I know you don’t really wish to disconnect. You won’t be alone. You need an anchor and I will always be that. You know that.”
