@dantesdick​     /     “  ‘ Hey sexy. I’d like to cut that cake, if ya know what I mean.’ 👁 u 👁  “

                    That’s an antique, you won’t ruin it with your filth; reminded him of Sparda. When he and his brother were kids. Wasn’t a very pleasant memory had, though a roll of the eyes came and he situated himself once more. Now his boot lay across his knee, arms folded in turn. Guess he’d have to obey for now, since demons tend to leave him alone here… on top of a whole other world there was to discover. He never really explored outside of Limbo City, on top of everything crumbling with Kat, his brother back then. May as well make the most of it – – Not like he could die by normal means or anything.

    “ Gimme that – “    He snatched up that cheap bourbon he’d been waiting for. It’s not as strong as his usual, but he chugged it like iced tea nonetheless. Having the inhumane taste buds and alcohol tolerance could get a little annoying compared to a normal human.    “ B’uh…. Not sure. Heard some crazy shit happens here, decided to take a vacation ‘n make my way here through Limbo. Then I found your daughters, they called ‘emsevles, which lead me to you. You all really related to each other, or just have a common affliction in yourselves which makes you claim your family? “

     At  least  he’s  quick  to  correct  his  mistakes  .  Good  .  Alcina  relaxes  shoulders  ,  lifting  her  skirt  enough  to  cross  one  leg  over  the  other  .  A  bit  more  rebellious  than  she  usually  prefers  ,  but  perhaps  there’s  some  benefit  ...  boiling  rage  ,  bitter  as  taste  may  be  ,  is  all  the  more  intoxicating  .  

     He’s  made  it  very  clear  he  has  a  lot  of  it  .  With  his  incessant  snapping  ,  the  images  of  slicing  into  his  neck  to  have  just  a  taste  become  all  the  more  tempting  .  With  time  .  Soon  the  bourbon  will  take  its  toll  ,  and  he’ll  either  be  fumbling  out  the  truth  and  pleas  for  mercy  ,  or  putting  up  quite  the  entertaining  hunt  .  

                     “ Bingo. “    Dante had been the type to be predictable, especially with his personality type being so heavily referenced in media of all kind… Surely, this vampire-bitch has come across her fair share… yanno, since being over a million years old. He snickers to himself. Feel kick up on the nice table placed before the pair, mud (and other particles) fall off his combat boots. How rude of him, really.    “ What’cha got for me, in that regards then? I’m all ears, baby.~ “

    He doesn’t mean to have his words come out as degrading or antagonizing there, although his lack of self awareness with it surely had it seem so.    “ – – Look, I gotta ask ‘cause it’s been bugging me since I even saw you and those girls of yours. How the hell did’ja get so damn tall, ‘n this vampire crap? How come I’m only seein’ this sorta thing ‘til I came to this castle? It’s fucking weird, bro. “

     Predictable  indeed  ---  normally  not  one  to  let  class  slip  so  easily  ,  Alcina  finds  herself  rolling  her  eyes  before  she  can  even  stop  it  .  As  inappropriate  as  such  talk  may  be  ,  she  does  have  her  stories  ...  far  more  bloody  than  he’d  enjoy  ,  surely  .  

     Baby  ?  And  feet  on  the  furniture  ?  Groan  of  disgust  escapes  her  ,  and  a  long  sip  of  her  wine  ---  she’s  going  to  need  it  with  him  .  “  This  is  a  castle  ,  not  a  barn  .  And  that  table  is  an  antique  .  You  will  not  ruin  it  with  your  filth  .  “

     “  Bela  ,  darling  .  “  One  last  sip  of  her  wine  ,  soon - to - be  emptied  glass  placed  on  the  table  as  the  Lady  lifts  her  book  instead  .  “  I’m  surprised  you’ve  left  your  chambers  this  late  .  I  do  hope  your  sisters  aren’t  causing  trouble  for  you  ...  they  know  I  cherish  these  quiet  hours  .  “

    The way she spoke was almost too hilarious, and a bit spine chilling. Odd, considering the demon hunter liked to deem himself scared of nothing. He’s fought and killed scarier monsters and demons than this woman… Maybe for that fact, that’s she’s a woman, is why he’s a little intimidated. And nearly twice his size… he wondered what Lady Dimitrescu’s cup size was.    “ Bah, y’won’t have what I like. Ever heard of somethin’ called ‘666′? I drink that on the daily. “    While he may act a bit stupid sometimes, he knows there’s something inside this wine the other had. The smell of blood reaks in these grounds… About as much if he were thrown back into the Blood Palace.

    “ Welp… Maybe I will just take that offer. Otherwise I’m stuck havin’ awkward convo’s with you an’ nothing to drink on top of it. “

     As  cocky  as  he  appears  to  be  ,  Alcina  can  sense  that  there’s  something  off  .  Every  man  stupid  enough  to  enter  this  castle  is  stupid  enough  to  talk  too  much  .  Even  if  he’s  held  off  on  his  drink  ,  composure  and  inhibitions  tend  to  drift  away  with  only  a  few  sips  .  Annoyingly  ,  he’s  not  letting  out  as  much  as  she  had  hoped  .  What  is  it  ,  then  ,  keeping  him  so  stiff  and  quiet  ?

     Lucky  for  him  ,  she  can’t  hear  what’s  going  on  in  that  head  of  his  .  

    “ I hear th’ place was haunted and could be some fun – – “ Little did the Nephilim know, it had been full of horrors to the normal person. This place seemed no different than Limbo… Maybe a little calmer and welcoming than that hellish place, though.    “ – Yuck, this shit is so gross. I dunno how it could’ve been so popular since what – – Like a million years ago….!? “

    Maybe Dante shouldn’t insult someone so willing to let him stay, or make him their little pet, play thing… As everyone else that seemed to enter this old-as-fuck-castle would get torn to bits, and drained of all blood. Fucking vampires.

     “  Haunted  ?  How  preposterous  .  “  A  scoff  ---  soon  followed  by  a  chuckle  .  “  Silly  stories  shared  between  children  .  Nothing  more  .  I  would  not  expect  a  man  such  as  yourself  to  believe  ghost  stories  .  “  Haunted  halls  ,  screaming  out  in  agony  for  young  life  lost  ...  perhaps  the  whispers  are  true  ,  but  never  would  the  Lady  of  the  castle  share  such  with  an  outsider  .  

     No  ,  no  ---  he  is  to  receive  some  hospitality  before  her  daughters  rip  him  apart  .  Man  blood  is  to  be  savored  ,  boiled  up  with  just  the  right  amount  of  adrenaline  before  draining  .  

                   “ My thoughts aren’t so clear, I can feel the venom enter my veins. “

@dmitrescu​ / starter call.

     “  Common  with  wine  ,  you  know  ...  “  No  surprise  a  buffoon  like  him  doesn’t  understand  the  pleasures  of  anything  but  cheap  booze  .  Scowl  is  masked  by  red - stained  glass  ,  lingering  ‘pon  lips  .  Just  what  had  her  daughters  decided  to  bring  ...