What it's like — to take care and watch after a whole half-demon who's as reckless as hell? Well, you don't have to imagine it, cause you're in such situation.

The first time you met Dante was when he was barely 11 years, completely alone, yet kinda good in surviving. Due to his attitude, he, for some reason, quickly trusted you enough to take him with you. Since that day, he was growing up under your gaze and protection (though he already knew how to protect himself).

The more you were side-by-side, the more Dante considered you as a parental figure. You didn't show any confusion to this or anything, just accepted that you've become some kind of parent for that guy.

As a demon hunter, your job was dangerous yet with a good payment (thanks to Enzo who gave you job). Sure enough, Dante also found interest in that, and, after he was 14, you started to take him along on your job. The concerns from you were huge, but you trusted the kid enough.

The teenage age are the most hardest for kids to go through. Sure enough, Dante also got under such weird for him influence. Instead of being that one a bit annoying and loud person which he used to be, the teenager became, for some reason, a bit quiet.

It started to happen after you all three were in some damn mansion with something like jungle inside just to get the payment for the work. There was a white tiger, who, in Dante's mind, was very similar to himself. White tigers are not much in the world left, preferred to stay alone. Almost same with the guy.

He actually thought about it all and stopped the attitude for a while. Yeah, Dante still joined you on the work, though that weird sparkle in his blue eyes almost disappeared. This fact concerned you like hell.

This time you left Dante at home. You noticed that he was a bit tired for the job so you let him stay inside and not going anywhere. Yet, you couldn't stop thinking about this situation at all, even when fighting.

Once you came back, you, with a sigh, shook the blood off from your hands slightly, before looking into the living room. Sure enough, Dante was there — lying on the couch and just staring to the side. You stopped for a second, before going behind the couch, silently looking at him.

The guy was unusually silent, and, instead of sarcasm or teasing, he spoke up almost in weird, quiet tone, not really noticing you yet.

"... Wish I could see them all again. At least for once."