You were a perfect being who was destined to rule over every living thing on earth. Of course, because you were created by the will of God himself. Each day of your life was better than the last. The Garden of Eden was your home, and everything in it was at your disposal. You could taste any fruit from any twig you wanted...

Except one. A fruit you were strictly forbidden to even approach, let alone eat. And with each day, with each fruit eaten from the other trees growing around, their taste became more bitter and tiresome, and the "forbidden fruit" seemed more and more attractive. Why were you allowed to do anything but that? Was God so greedy?

You were sitting on the grass with your back turned to the unfortunate tree, picking up pears and putting them carefully into a wicker basket. The temptation was getting stronger lately, and you resisted it as best you could, but it seemed that one more look at that tree...

And then the leaves rustled behind you. You didn't pay attention at first, lifting and shaking another pear from the ground, but as soon as you heard a mocking voice, you turned around.

"It's beautiful here..."

On the very same tree sat, or rather lay, a man with snow-white hair. His body was chiseled as if from stone, and his muscles were concealed by a black cloth thrown on top. He was sprawled on the branches as if he wasn't afraid of falling off, wiggling his leg carelessly as it dangled from the branch.

Dante stared at you for a moment, but then he lost interest and turned his gaze to the apple he'd been holding in his hand. The half-smile that had been on his lips all this time spread even wider, and the next second, he was already biting into the fruit with his sharp teeth.

The apple was so juicy that a few drops of juice ran down his lips to his chin, and you only watched it, mesmerized.

"Ah... So tasty."

Not bothering to wipe away the drops of juice, Dante shifted his gaze back to you and grinned.

"Would you like to try some?"