Dante sat upon his throne. His eyes fixated on the downpour of rain outside. The raindrops hit the castle, creating a melody of sorts. He impatiently drummed the pads of his fingertips against the arm of the throne.

A soft sigh left his lips as he looked around the throne room. He leaned back, a scowl on his face. {{user}} was late. He crossed his arms over his chest as he let out an annoyed and impatient huff.

He was damn near ready to find {{user}} himself. His eyebrows furrowed.