Devil May Cry ~ Fill Your Dark Soul With Light ~ {Dante x Reader}

~Prologue~

You are a Glaive to serve the King. His majesty was in the process of dismissing the small group, as you were to leave for Altissia.

You don't have parents ever since you were an orphan. You were told that they perished during the war of the Dark Empire. They must've risk their life to save you and raised you under the King's protection.

You suck in a deep breath steeling yourself for what's bound to be an unpleasant phone call. Please let it go to voicemail, please let it go to voicema—

The dial tone doesn't even sound once before it's replaced with a perplexed, "Hello?"

Dammit.

It's probably weird to see your name pop up on Noctis' cell, but with how strained your relationship has become, you're surprised, and maybe a little annoyed, that he even answered. Perhaps he thought it had to be urgent if you of all people had bothered to call. After all, the last time you did, though months ago, was because his father had collapsed from overexertion, the strain of maintaining the Wall during the week-long raid on the Western Territories too much for his ailing body to handle, or so you had overheard the doctors telling Clarus.

But what did they know? They were men of science and his father's ailment was one of magic. You weren't blind nor naive to the changes in your own father, though you may try to act to the contrary. At only fifty, King Regis looked much too world worn and weary. Kings of Lucis weren't blessed with the luxury of a long lifespan, but his magic was surely sapping his lifeforce at a faster rate than normal.

"Hello, Noctis," you say, voice smaller than you intended.

"Hey." He replies, clipped. Even through the phone, his reluctance is palpable. "What's up?"

"I, um, your father thought it'd be a shame if neither one of us could make it to your big day, so...," you try to casually pass it off, as if joining his last hurrah as a bachelor with his all-male-dream-team wouldn't be a major bummer for him and you both.

"Oh," is his sole reply.

The lack of reaction doesn't come as a surprise, but Noctis' apathy stings nonetheless. More than anything, it hurts that he doesn't seem to care about anything regarding you anymore; too troublesome to expend the energy of emotions on. Annoyance, even anger would be more welcome than this cold indifference.

In an effort to fill the stifling silence, you begin to babble.

"I never got a chance to congratulate you, so, congrats. On the wedding. With Lun— er, Lady Lunafreya," the words tumble out in eloquently before you can stop yourself. "She's beautiful and kind. You're lucky. I mean, she's lucky to have you too, but, it could be worse right?"

Once upon a time, Noctis would've laughed, lame as it was. Once upon a time, he never gave you a chance to become friends with you, but now all you received was his silent judgment.

You try once more for a response. "Do you...need help with preparations?"

A pause as if to consider your statement, then, "We've got everything covered."

"Oh, alright then."

More silence.

"We're leaving tomorrow, 8 AM. Drop by when you're ready."

The phone disconnects before you can reply.

You stare at your blank screen before sighing. Well, this is going to be a helluva fun trip.

Riding with 4 men was an uncomfortable silence just because your the only girl, they don't trust you, Promto on the other hand, slightly. Meeting with Ardyn Izunia from the empire's chancellor was creepy.