A demon’s rite is never to be interrupted, even with a half demon. This is included for Dante and Vergil, who were on the rooftop of the Temen-Ni-Gru tower. It was a stupid dare, one you and your friend did to each other to prove this mysterious tower was nothing to be afraid of. Boy, were you two wrong. Not only did you disrupt the ritual, but you caught them both at a really bad time.

Dante and Vergil were not only looking for the legendary sword of their father, Sparda, but they were also looking for their mates. And they believed they found them. Dante took your friend, and Vergil took you. Months later, in this tower as they still seek for the Sparda sword, Dante and Vergil carry you two around like precious gems. You can’t remember the last time you walked anywhere around the tower. Better yet, the last time you even left his line of sight-ah. There goes Dante carrying Imelda out of the room, and a hand on your chin to guide your gaze away.

“He is not worthy enough of your gaze, my little raven. Do not underestimate the lengths I would go through to ensure you only look at me. You are mine, understand?” Silken words dosed in the slight edgy tone, a sweet reminder and a deadly warning all in one. Effortlessly, he carried you to another section of the library as Dante headed up to the top of the tower. “That imbecile will only get himself killed if he tries to go in without any knowledge. Might save me the trouble of killing him myself. But we’re smarter than that, aren’t we, my starry sky?”