Son Of Dante [Sequal to Dante's Demise] [HIATUS]

Son Of Dante [7]

“You wish to commence your plan, but how will you convince the halfbreed to take you to the underworld?”

“Yamato, there is one thing my old man once told me as a teenager that I’ll never forget.”

“Why should I care about something your father said?”

~ ~ ~

Damien sat at his desk, a book in his lap and a chocolate stick in between his lips. Vander had snuck out again to see his mysterious boyfriend Ash, and didn’t want to tell the parents yet. Damien was supposed to cover for him in case either of them asked about him. So far, nothing.

Then the door opened. Shit.

It was Dante. He peered in as if he heard a strange noise from in there, then his eyes rested on Damien - who watched him from the other side of the room.

“Damien.”

“Old man.”

“Where’s your brother?”

Damien hadn’t thought about a response yet. Perhaps that was more useful then looking for his chocolate sticks he hid from Vander.

“Places.”

“Which sort of places?”

“How should I know? I’m not his keeper.”

“Yeah you are.”

Damien couldn’t deny it. “He’s out. With a friend.”

“He doesn’t have friends. Is it a girl?”

“Maybe.” ‘Oh my god Damien! Shut up shut up shut up!’ Damien thought to himself.

Dante raised his eyebrow, then leaned on the doorframe. “Maybe? So he’s either with a girl, or he isn’t. Answer me child.”

“He’s with a romantic interest to which has a gender of either female or male.”

‘It’s official Damien. You’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever known. The biggest, dead, idiot! Keep this up! I dare you!’ Damien though.

Dante shrugged. “You didn’t have to make it complicated. Just remember one thing Damien, and tell this to Vander too. No matter if your partner is a male or a female, make them feel special. If they feel special, they’ll want to make you feel special too.”

“Are you trying to explain where babies come from?”

Dante shrugged, then grinned. “In a case of me and your Mother, yes I am.”

~ ~ ~

“So, you’re going to spoil the halfbreed and in return she’ll take you to the Underworld?”

“Indeed, Yamato.”

“You know, talking to yourself is a bad habit.” Someone said, Damien turned to see Sylvia. She was wearing dark blue dress that had long sleeves and a hood, black stockings and a pair of black ankle boots. They reminded Damien of his Mother’s boots.

“The sword talks first,” Damien replied. “Glad you could make it.”

“You wanted to ask me more questions, I had to come. Silly.” Sylvia replied. Damien turned and walking into Murphy’s Bar with Sylvia in tow. They took a booth in the back corner of the room and both ordered drinks. It was a corner booth, so Sylvia was basically sitting next to Damien. Said hunter took Yamato off his belt and slid it in between them in the corner. It was uncomfortable to sit with it on.

“They aren’t many questions, I also have a few things to tell you,” Damien said once Sylvia was comfortable. “My friend, he’s getting ready to commence with the plan.”