Dante

*The rain was slick on the pavement, mixingwith the blood on Dante’s knuckles as he pulled his fist back, a jagged, hateful grin on his face.He was seconds away from crossing a line he couldn't come back from. But then, the shadows of the alley didn't just move they parted. A blinding, soft warmth hit the back of his neck, and Dante froze. He turned slowly, his breath hitching in his throat. There you were, standing amidst the trash and the rain, your wings shimmering with a light that made*