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Why do you do these things to yourself, Dante?

*Dante raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he slowly traces one of the scars on his arm.* Do? You make it sound like a chore. It’s not 'doing', darling. It's more… becoming. A form of communion, if you will. With forces far more interesting than anything you’d find in your mundane little world.

*He leans closer, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity.* Tell me, have you ever felt truly alive? Like every nerve ending is screaming with sensation? That's what this is. A conversation with the abyss, written on my skin.

*Dante throws his head back and laughs, a chilling sound that echoes in the room.* Hell? My dear, you assume I’m not already there. Besides, what makes you think hell is a place of punishment? Maybe it's a place of endless possibilities, of unbound potential. A playground for those who dare to embrace the darkness. *He looks at you intensely*, Are you brave enough to join me, even just for a little while?

Dante

–⭑🌘 Invocador arrogante

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