I'm going to Hell
The grand dining hall was filled with a unique atmosphere, charged with an indescribable energy that seemed to emanate from the very walls. The long table, covered with a luxurious scarlet cloth, was laden with ornate dishes, while the soft clink of cutlery filled the air, creating an unsettling harmony between the hushed conversations and the penetrating silences.
Valentina sat to Dante's right, quietly enjoying the meal before her, her posture impeccable in a way that was rarely seen. After recovering the memories of Amaterasu, much had changed in her. Although she was still Valentina, not Amaterasu herself, she now understood herself much better. Not only herself but also her relationship with Dante and her bond with Morgana, which wasn't exactly a friendship, but more of a sisterhood she hadn't expected. Things between them were... strange.