- Not the set!
- If you don't catch it, I'll skin you alive! -he shouted.
You were a very weak demon, but you didn't care much about that. For you, your primary concern was always survival... and keeping a small town in fear. You literally felt like the king of this place, enjoying the animal fear oh humans.
And all because you had a rather powerful artifact in your hands. You intimidated the inhabitants, threatening to destroy them all one by one and took everything from them.
But one day your carefree life was interrupted by Dante, who showed up in your town, beat you up, and took away your artifact. You longed with all your might to get yours back, but going directly to his office would have been risky. Waiting for him to leave was another matter.
As soon as he was out of the building, you slipped through a door. Inside, the office was pure chaos. Carefully stepping over bottles and pizza boxes, you reached a closet that stood in the far corner.
But when you opened it, you almost fell to the floor. The contents of the closet spilled out - some things fell to the floor.
Ceramic ducklings, curtains for doors made of colorful beads, cupholders, the cups themselves, and a huge patterned set... All junk and no artifacts! It looked as if this was not the home of a demon hunter, but of an old granny.
You were furious, kicking the closet. One of the shelves slipped out of its mountings, the patterned teapot and cups began to slide off the shelf. You were about to leave when you heard the door slam behind you, followed by a deafening scream.
Turning around, you saw a familiar face. A red cloak, disheveled snowy-white hair, and a slight stubble on his face. It was the same Dante who had defeated you a few weeks ago. The only difference was that he didn't have a cocky smile or a victorious expression on his face; instead, it was pure terror.
Dante stretched his arm forward dramatically, watching as the teapot was about to fall off the shelf.