A Show for The Emperor
Badump Badump
Those were the only sounds Dante could hear: the heartbeat of the beauty he held in his arms.
He was calm for the first time after coming back to life; he had succeeded once again. She's mine. It was a different sense of conquest, similar to the feeling he remembered when he kissed Nagasawa years ago.
Despite missing all of them, this feeling was different now. He held the blonde woman in his arms as she peacefully slept. He didn't want to let her go for anything, but unfortunately, his time had come to an end.
Putting her back on the couch, she felt uncomfortable and began to groan as she turned, slowly opening her eyes, and the light hit them, fully awakening her. Dante was reverting to Ziriel; unfortunately, time was up.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Ziriel said as she brushed her hand over the girl's forehead and lightly kissed the spot, causing her to blush softly.