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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"So," I said kindly, closing my eyes as I set my chin in my hands, "how's the production of the movie going for you?"
Garner gazed up then, lips parting. "Oh, it's quite amazing! I appreciate all the support you're giving our company, my prince."
I just giggled kindly.
"My lord... I cannot fathom that you are thirty and look so young!" he said then, closing his eyes kindly. "You look a child, almost. Although, I do ask..." he chuckled nervously, "you've grown from when we last met, yes?"
I just sighed, lashes lowering. "I regret to say, I haven't."
The door to the dining hall opened, and Dante came in with a pitcher of water.
"Was the meal to your liking?" Dante asked gently, pouring some more water into my glass.
"Yes, it was delicious!" Garner said then, oddly exstatic. "Did you make this yourself?"
"As it happens, I did," Dante responded swiftly. "Our other servents are more for cleaning. I do everything else, though."
I rolled my eyes.
"You are an excellent cook!" Garner said then. "If I hadn't known you, I would've expected you being a chef of some sort."
"Ah, no." Dante shook his head. "I only cook for my master. He gives me everything I want, anyway." He spared me a glance, smirking.
I just looked away, sweat sliding down my temple as I rubbed my neck unconciously.
My blood.
"Oh, I forgot to ask! How rude of me!" Garner said then, turning to face me. "My lord... what are you the prince of? I never really understood that fact."
I just smiled slightly, closing my eyes. "I'm the Prince of Coldwater."
It was a lie. I was the Prince of Hell.
"Coldwater...?" he echoed. "I never knew such a thing."
"It's a small little country in Europe," Dante answered then, smirking. "It's very large and has over a million people. We left there because my master was growing ill of the pollution."
Also a lie. Coldwater didn't exist. This was my cover story for being a prince when I was—literally—the Prince of Hell.
Dante and I crafted it together.
"Ah, so enlightening!" Garner said then, clapping excitedly. "So, my prince..." he looked over at me, "how are you so rich, if I might ask?"
"My master runs multiple cooperations," Dante explained then, answering for me, "his main coorperation is a clothing company. All the clothes he wears are based off his clothing lines."
Garner looked at me then, eyes glistening under the lighting. "That's fantastic! I always admired your style, my prince!"
