DARK AND DANGEROUS...
Are the only things that can define Dante Hall.
He is the monster in your nightmares, he is the death that follows you endlessly, he is the darkness swarming the shadows.
I thought my life was broken after my soul had been c...
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"Alright, Luca, it's time to—" I broke off when I entered his room, finding him fast asleep on his bed.
My lashes immediately lowered. "Oh, poor thing. You're so tired."
I stepped into the room then, settling on the bed as his expression remained relaxed, and he breathed gently.
I just brushed his hair away from his face. "Luca."
His face scrunched in annoyance and he groaned.
"It's time to go now," I whispered to him. "Wake up."
He just snuggled his face further into the mattress.
I smiled a little. "Alright. I'll carry you then."
I got off the bed, but immediately stopped and glanced down at the nightstand.
There were papers scattered all over it as well as an opened textbook. He had notebook papers all crunched and crumpled tossed about the floor, and his pencil looked half out of lead.
All he does is study, doesn't he?
I mean... he hadn't been to class in a while, so I wouldn't blame him.
But this was probably the reason he was so tired all the time.
"Dante...?" Luca said quietly.
I glanced down at him to find him tiredly rubbing his eyes.
I smiled. "Good morning. Or should I say... good afternoon?"
"Oh, don't get so cocky," he snapped then, glaring at me. "I know I fell back asleep so shut it."
I chuckled a little.
He just made an impatient sound and looked away.
"Luca," I said softly, "I have a... proposition."
He gazed up at me in question.
I just looked up. "Quit college," I told him.
His eyes immediately rounded. "WHAT."
"I can teach you," I finished then, making him blink. "In more efficient manors. And I can teach you anything. I've done it before with other magical creatures... I know everything, my Lor—Luca."
He immediately blinked and stared at me for a moment. "Were you just about to call me... your Lord?"
"Yes," I said then, gazing up with a smirk, "would you prefer it, your short majesty?"
He just glared at me. "I hate you."
I chuckled when he shuffled off the bed and stormed to his bedroom door.
"I mean it," I said then, making him stop. "I can teach you."
