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As he kissed her, Dante slipped the ring onto her finger.

And it felt like, FINALLY.

They were accomplished. They were together. And nothing would pull them apart. Dante rubbed his fingers through Cas’s hair, kissed her mouth, her cheek, her eyelid, her press. “I love you.” He said, “I love you I love you I love you.”

“Cas, you don’t have to apologize. I love even more, I promise. With you I feel more like myself, more ME, than anything else. And I promise you, you are worth my love. You are worth so much more than me, and I wish I could show you that but isn’t. I love you so much.”

He smiled a bit, a breathless laugh coming from him, as he pulled out a chain from under his shirt. On the chain was a silver band; his ring. “Caspian Lamendola,” Dante said, “will you re-marry me?”

“You.. WANT my last name?” Dante whispered back, placing his forehead on hers.

Was this Cas’s way of re-proposing to him? Did they ever really get divorced in the first place? Either way, he accepted. Yes, yes, yes, over and over and over until she got tired of it and even after she did.

Dante sniffled. He felt like he was crying, which would be a first for him. He never cried. “Of course.” He said. “Always.”

Aeris’s eye twitched. The first time he met someone here, and the person had the AUDACITY to tel HIM that he wasn’t interesting.

The man was lucky he didn’t just kill him right then and there.

Aeris licked his lips and sat back down, calmly returning back to his demeanor. He watched as the Cafe came back to life around him, all signs of the Giustizia gone.

*if they have two kids, then it would be completely non sensical. FINEEEE you can play as Ace, as long as I get to play with Marcus again.*

Aeris tilted his head, surprised and caught off guard. Of course he was interesting, he was PLENTY interesting—

What was the man playing at?

Aeris stood up, and smoothly stepped in front of Beowulf. “Well, I would like to state that you aren’t very interesting yourself, sir.”

“Oh, I’m aware. Very aware.” Dante said, giving her a light snack on her lips. He tugged on a lock of hair, pulling just slightly hard enough for there to be some pain.

“What if… what if we decided to settle down? Just stay out of everything, not get bothered, stop chasing past ghosts and things that don’t matter. Just be Dante and Caspian, no Lamendola or Infernalis attached.”

“I’m surprised you were tall enough to reach my ass,” Dante said, then he smirked at Cas with his dimples showing, “the Again, you seem to like to grab it a lot.”

He swept the floor, collecting years worth of leaves and dust and dirt into a pile. “And now, you sweep it up and empty it into the trash,”. Just like that. Voila!” Then he looked at Cas.

“Now let’s my find my home.”

*I ALREADY CALLED DIBS ON ACE*

“What would they be drawn too? The fact that’s he one of the only witches with witches as parents?” He wondered.

“And I don’t shell go batshit. It doesn’t seem like Ace. Then again, I said the same about you, so we’ll see.” Dante grabbed the broom from Cas, and started to place it on the ground. “And I will teach you how to sweep, because clearly you suck ass at it.”


*lowkey I wanna rp Ace when she gets older, so I’m debating whether making this dad thing Cas and Dante last outing*

Aris smiled even wider, if possible. “Why not? I might like having you fuck with me.” He wondered if this would be considered flirting in this land. He wondered if he cared.

Dante’s back bowed as the handle poked him in the stomach. He grabbed the handle, and pulled it up, above Cas. At the very least, he would always have height over her, thankfully.

“Her having Chaos would be bad for everyone. Who knows just how badly she would fuck up with it, unintentionally taking people souls and such. I’m going to have to help her soon.”

He furrowed his brows, and moved out the way where Cas was sweeping. “So she has a connection with demons. Maybe she’s a demon whisperer.”

It was a inside joke among witches that all witches were “demon whisperers” because one of their parents were. Demon whisperers didn’t actually exist.

Arris’s tongue touched the roof of his mouth, as he smirked at the man. “Beowulf. Sounds childish, like a man trying hard to prove how tough he is.”

Aeris leaned forward. “Yes, I’m a Prince of Hell. Prince of Wrath, specifically. Why do you think my eyes are this color?”

White was the color of Wrath in Hell, though for humans, it was red. He wasn’t why. Since when did the color red associate with Wrath?

“Duke, Christopher, and I were SIX. We mainly ate jellies and taffies, of course we didn’t clean.” Dante also stood. His shirt was rumpled, and he had as many marks on his chest and neck from Cas.

“I might remember where my childhood home was… but that might require a memory spell, just to make sure.” He flicked his hand, a bout of Chaos flickering up from it. “If Ace truly does take after me, do you mean she takes after me with the fire magic? Or, I guess, your fire magic now, with all things considered.”

After Cas had… died? Fell unconscious? During the battle with Eleonora and her witches, Dante had given her all of his fire magic to help her live. He didn’t regret it. He never would.

“Or do you mean she takes after me with the Chaos?”

Dante looked at Cas beside him, before propping himself up on his elbow. “Well,” he said, “if my dad is alive, where is he? Did your stars tell you that or anything similar?”

They had both came to Aenia to find his origin and finally take down the root of the problem, but maybe they came to Aenia fro no reason.

* time skip occurs, ruining all sense of life and balance, and instead we made be to the end of the world—*

Joking.

*TF IS TE*

“I’m more sorry.” Dante said, letting out a laugh. “Seems like to me that we say sorry too damn much.”

He looked at Cas before laying his mouth on her.

She tasted wonderful, like fire and ice and stars and galaxies and he loved it. He loved it and her so damn much. Dante flicked his tongue against her before his mouth started to move, sucked and rubbing.

Dante wiped her tears away with the tip of his thumb.

“Don’t cry, love.” He said. Then he started to pull at her dress. Tug by tug, her dress came off, and Dante was exposed to Caspain sun kissed skin once more.

She was gorgeous.

The sight of her, of her waiting for him, made him catch his breath.

He loved her so damn much.

Aeris tilted his head and smiled.

“Do you think that groping your sword and twisting your mouth a certain way will make me scared?”

Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

He wondered when the man would guess who he was. It normally took others a couple of minutes to figure out he was a Prince of Hell, and then?

They were running, off to tell their friends that they met a really hot demon, blah blah blah.