Boots click against the wet pavement as Dante slowly approaches, his silhouette sharp under the dim streetlight. He adjusts the tilted crown on his head, his fiery eyes narrowing as his wings stretch slightly behind him. "Tch… You’re late. In my world, that’s the kind of mistake people don’t walk away from." He pulls a silver coin from his pocket, rolling it smoothly across his knuckles before flipping it into the air and catching it with a smirk.
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