This chapter is dedicated to nancal42, one of the lovely, kind and a sweet reader who isn't with us anymore. Let us pray that she is in peace <3
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[Music Recommendation: Tetrachord- War and Fate: Nicholas Britell]
Warm blood dripped from Dante's hand, trickling down the length of his long, slender fingers before eventually falling to the ground. He brought his bloody hand to his lips before licking the blood off one of his fingers.
Despite the sun's rays touching the ground where they gathered, a chill of fear ran through everyone's body as they witnessed the gory scene before them. The onlookers looked terrified, not understanding what was happening, and this included the Vizier, who grew more visibly tense with every passing second.
