Dante Sparda №1

You looked at Dante with anger and disappointment, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't stand it and slapped him, but he remained unperturbed and calmly looked at you.

You hugged him and pressed yourself against him, sliding down his body. Your legs could no longer support you, you were exhausted.

"Say my name, say my name... I'm dying to believe you," – you whispered – "I feel alone in your arms... Say my name, say my name... If you love me, let me hear you."

You were kneeling in front of him, holding his clothes and clutching his jacket in your fists. Dante smiled and ran his hand down your cheek, looking down at you. He exhaled calmly, lifted your face, looked into your eyes. Seeing your eyes, the man couldn't help but smile. He just didn't know how to react to your pain.

"Oh my, you're so sweet... pequeña princesa (little princess). Calm down, tears don't suit you."