The Heart Of A Beast (Dante x Reader)

~A shift within the seams~ Part:4

-Note: I'll be using google translate for a small part in the story, not knowing if it's right or not completely, so please don't get mad if you find it wrong or not. Thank you.-

(Readers P.O.V)

As Dante opened the door with such ease, my eyes widen in amazement and horror at the inside of the already crumbling building. It was horrible! The wooden floor boards had looked to be as old as Albert Einstein, while the walls had a terrible discoloration to them. The shelves and objects that cluttered the first room held packs and packs worth of dust. It was so visible that it was like a sheet of white snow. To add onto that, the corners of the room was disgustingly tangled in cobwebs of an unknown amount of years. If the front looked this bad then what would the rest of the building hold beyond this point? I reluctantly walked in at first, quickly yet quietly, closing the annoyingly, impossible door behind me.

"T-this place, it is um..... it's unique." I commented while looking around some more. "That's what I go for. Unique and unforgettable." He said with a hint of pride in his masculine voice. "Unforgettable is a understatement." I muttered under my breath while passing an empty glass jar on a old shelf that held rat bones on top of it. My face shriveled into a disgusted expression, my nose wrinkling upwards while my lips scowl. Not even a man of lacking qualities should have to live like this. "Dante when was the last time you did some... spring cleaning?" I said with as most politeness as I could muster. "No idea. I don't usually have time for that stuff." He admitted with what seemed to be full honesty.

"T-that's nice." I replied with a stutter. I looked over to what seemed to be the main desk and/or area of the room. It wasn't dusty, just a bit messy. What disturbed me the most was the play boy magazines that laid across the desk with no shame or care in the world. 'Father why did you have to send me here? This mans an old pervert!' I mentally screamed while zoning out for only a few seconds. I was quickly snatched from it by Dante's low voice. "Let me throw down some ground rules before I begin the tour. Rule #1. Don't snoop around areas that are mainly restricted for me. Rule #2. Don't go out at night with out some way of contacting me or someone I know, which I'll tell you about later. Rule #3. Don't enter my room without my permission and finally Rule #4...Keep headphones near you at all times." He said.

"Why the headphones?" I asked confused on such a strange request.

"You'll figure out why in the near future." He said, seemingly not wanting to explain it to me. Or perhaps just uncomfortable explaining it? I shook away the random thoughts and continued to listen to what he had to say. "Now the tour of my castle. I'll tell you what you shouldn't have access to and what you can." He said as we began going up the stair case. It was old and the wood looked like it could be rotting. But even by itself, even a feather on it could make the stairs creek somewhat. I looked amongst the walls that as we got to the top of the stairs. Some had mirrors, others scratched up wall paper. That or it was damp, which I can only assume is from leaks within the walls pipe streams.

He didn't seem to have much besides the creepy items from downstairs, which once again are cluttered in large piles on the shelves he has.

"First room, on the right is mine. You do not have permission to go in there. On your left is the bath room and next to that is a small closet area. At the end of the hallway is the guest room and beware it's pretty small so if you have any complaints, deal with it." He said sounding annoyed.

He looked back towards me to make sure I understood. His eyes slightly flared as he did while a shiver went up my spine. I nodded vigorously while trying not to show how nervous I actually was.

"Alright, then that's the end of the tour I guess, nothing much here besides downstairs but that's mainly only 3 rooms itself." He said while heading to the stair case. "W-wait, do you want me to just set my stuff down in there?" I asked while trying to understand what he wanted me to do. "Do whatever, it's your room now, though there's no bed or furniture." He said while thinking of something quickly and effortlessly. "You'll need a blanket and pillow though, so until you get a bed you can sleep on the couch down stairs." I nodded my head as I began to set items down in the small guest room. And least it was clean. Empty and dusty, but clean.