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Figured you’d turn up like a bad rash.

Old friend is a little much, Dante, don’t you think?

Only for those most important to me.

Let’s see what we got going on in here.

One would think you’d be a bit nicer to an old friend and pay him some attention, Raphael.

Raphael eyed the knife too late, his eyes focused on the girl’s face– enraptured by the sure change in it. It truly was like he was looking at Dante once more, Dante’s words sending a shiver down his spine. “Dante,” he shouted as he watched in horror as he cut of the girl’s finger. Raphael always knew what things Dante could do, he’s felt it– but seeing it in person? Even as the girl cried, the knife still moved. Without thinking, Raph stepped forward, grabbing the blade and ripping it from the girl’s grip; not caring that his own blackened blood joined hers on the blade. “Enough, Dante,” Raphael said as he stared down the girl, knowing that he could hear her as plainly as he was the one standing in front of him, “you got your point across, now leave the girl alone– if you want to pick on someone, pick on me.”

Her voice trilled with maniac laughter – His laughter. Dante watched through Lily’s eyes, delighting in the look in Raphael’s eyes. Lily was shaking, frozen to her core as He took full control of her. “Oh, precious Raphael,” her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “You’re not the only toy in my toy box.” Lily’s legs trembled as Dante walked towards Raphael. “I’m going to pick on however want, whenever I want. But don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me soon.” With the last show of power, Lily’s eyes rolled back into her head and collapsed on the floor. Her head smacked against the floor with a loud crack, passed out on the floor as Dante crept back into his own body. 

Raphael’s lips quirked with annoyance before he listened to what the girl was actually saying; her body language displaying not confidence or a demanding demeanor– but of one that is reserved and anxious. She was like him, and was like him a lot longer. He’d only gotten tastes of what Dante did– he could still feel him in his mind. Dante was a presence that scratched against his psyche like nails on a chalk board; sometimes he could feel little spurts of Dante’s emotions during his day like he was there. It was disgusting– and to know that there was someone out there that was suffering worse than him… it gave him a sympathetic pain that he hasn’t felt in so long that he almost forgot what it felt like. Empathy– it was almost foreign to him now. “Look, kid, I’m not the one who you need to talk to, who can actually help. You need to talk to the ones that put him under that spell,” Raphael said with a sigh, “and they aren’t going to be very helpful seeing as he helped almost destroy this town. I can take you to Dante, but unless you’re a very powerful witch, you’re not waking him up.”

“Nooo—” she moaned. Her body was shaking, trembling from His laughter as he watched through her eyes, as he catalogued every feeling she felt. His magic was clasped around her heart like fingers, squeezing tighter and tighter as she failed to do what he knew she would. It was all a game, a reminder that no matter where he was locked, he could still do this to her — to them. He wanted Raphael to know that no one was safe, no one would ever be safe while he still existed in them. A parasite that festered in their corpse, moving and controlling it however he like. Lily’s eyes widen out of fear as He took full control of her arm, moving it to her back pocket where the knife was. The blade was long, sharp, and covered with dried specks of the black sludge that made up her blood. He couldn’t stop the thick tears that rolled down her cheeks, or the shake in her arm as He raised the knife from behind her. He moved her lips into His familiar smirk took place on her, but it liked gnarled and awkward from her fear. Then she spoke, her voice forced from her mouth. “Send my sister my regards.” Her other hand was pressed against the wall, and with His whim He pressed the knife into the flesh of her little finger and cut it off. Lily’s throat was hoarse with the mixture of her screams and His laughter. All she could do was stare as He mutilated her hand, moving to the next finger and pressing the blade down.

That is where you’re wrong. I know exactly what and who Dante is. I’m not the the one who chose his fate, his coven mates did. You wouldn’t even be here if I had chosen what happened to because if it were up to me, Dante would be dead.

It’s not up to me, so the answer is no.

She’d meant to play it cool, to be as unbothered and emotionless as she possible could. To see him, the Raphael who haunted her dreams with the images that He intended to destroy once he was free. The happiness that he felt when with the dark haired witch – Ravenna – it soured inside of, her thoughts turning dark like His.  “Am I supposed to thank you? And for something I never asked...” She scoffed and crossed her arms, her sleeves pulled over her hands. “You’ve been like this for what? Barely a year? You can’t imagine what it even means to be like this. To be rotten inside. You’ve only tasted what he is, what he’s capable of. He treats you like some fucking pet that he actually likes—” The words cut themselves from her throat, Lily felt a flare of anger and a crushing in her throat. Her next words fell with a breathless rasp, as tears swarmed in her eyes, “Please. Just let me do this.” Panicked had settled into her voice, her eyes wide as she felt her limbs stiffen and muscles shift.

I wanted to hear you say it. So since you know who I am, and I know who you want to see, you should know I’m not going to help you. That little asshole is fine right where he is.

Asshole? God – you really have no idea what he is, who he is. You’re standing there like nothing can touch you, like the bad dream has been put to rest and you can go on with your life. You have no idea what you’ve done.

Yes it does when you know my name.

You’re going to have to be more specific.

Let’s just say it came to me in a dream.

Uh… yeah, that’s me.

And you are?

It doesn’t matter.

Let’s see what we got going on in here.

You’re him.

Ravenna knew going in she needed a stone-cold expression and guarded mind in case things did not go according to plan, but even she could not hide emotions while a strange spark of hurt emanated from Dante. He would try to make her feel guilty, she would slightly fall for it, then the upper hand is taken away. That’s how Dante worked, though, his genuine woe was quite convincing. “Even if I was not one to show it, Dante, you meant the world to me.” Ravenna glided over and reached out to smooth the back of her fingers along the boy’s cheek, “You were my brother and I’m sorry I left you feeling as if I did not care, but you chose Rowan and now I don’t have a choice. Now, I have to do what’s best for the people of this town.” The woman took a step backwards and shot out a hand while the magic flourished throughout her entire body as she began the chanting, “Gefultuma híe þæt heo onslæpe swefe nu acene slæp swilce cwalu ic ácwice þé. Ic þé bebíede þæt þú ne slæpest brimstréam unspanne þás mægþ min strengest miht hate þe tospringan,” The dimming lights plunged the trio in slight darkness, “Lasa n-uile fil ocum ocus lasa nuile fil indium, ar-focraim atot-oilg! Lasa n-uile fil ocum ocus lasa nuile fil indium, atot-oilcfe, gìallfae dom!” The chanting briefly stopped as Rav grabbed for the other witch’s attention, “Gideon, now!”

His ocean eyes moved between the two as they spoke– his magic the only constant variable between the two keeping the other dark witch down. Gideon was waiting for his cue, the beginning of the end for all the madness that plagued the town. As soon as the chanting started, Giddy felt the swell of energy in the room– the flare magic so powerful that it flickered the lights. At the mention of his name, Gideon nodded, his own voice carrying in the room as he began to chant the same spell– urging Dante into a deep slumber. One, hopefully, that he would not be able to wake up from. It was the only solution that Ravenna and Gideon could find that would spare Raphael from death. 

“I have to say, it was bold stealing a Chamberlain away in the night.” Expressing a desire to exterminate what was left of her coven and actually following through were two completely different things and Ravenna knew that. Despite personal feelings, it needed to be done. “That last batch of hybrids, Dante, will be your last.”

Unlike Ravenna, Gideon never held the personal feelings for Dante as she did– it made things a little easier for him; made things more final. This was their last stand against their coven, and they had to end the chaos so they could have normal. He was in the room with the two of them– shrouded by his abilities, but as soon as Ravenna spoke her last word, Gideon bled out of the darkness that sheltered him. Gideon moved his hands to control the shadows in the room– each tendril taking hold of Dante’s body and forcing him to the ground. He got flashbacks of what he did to Bonnie and the things he did to Alec; he couldn’t let it go that far again. He looked at Ravenna as he maintained his hold over Dante, “we have to do it now– start the incantation.”

You are vile. You’re all vile.

It doesn’t take a genius to plainly see your days are numbered.

What? Isn’t it rude to walk away when someone asks you a perfectly ordinary question?

That is all you have to say for yourself, miscreant?

I know loaves of bread far more intimidating than you are. You do not scare me.

Pretty much.

And if you knew why I am forced to ask such a question when I remember that fact, you’re clearly as dumb as I am. We had no way of showing our so-called love.

I know what I am and I know what I’ve done, all of which I’m either atoning for or taking action making myself a better person. Dante, despite my betraying the coven, I do not want to watch you punished. This, all of this, it is about Rowan and it was always about Rowan. I cannot believe you were this heartlessly cruel before you met my brother and I, darling, so I just…I need you to open your eyes and see what he’s done to us.

“You’re not as innocent of that as you like to think yourself as being. When you found me you showed me no affection whatsoever. But when Gideon came along...” Dante trailed off, giving Ravenna a pointed look.