Dismas gave a lopsided, nasty grin. “Can’t you guess?”
“All I know is you come out of nowhere and want me to go with you. You must be mad.”
“Don’t you understand? Isn’t it coming clear yet? This is the night of your birth, Dante. You were born in a lab deep in the earth. Your creator is Satan. He gave you life. Taught you all you know. He sent me here to help you. I’m your only family, Dante. You’re new, like a babe in the woods.” He paused, his voice becoming insistent. “You need a friend. Someone who can help guide you in the mission you were sent here to do. You need me, Dante.”
“A friend? Don’t you mean a lover? Does this…this…Satan know that? You stay away from me. I know what you want. You want to touch me, feel me. You want to do disgusting things to me.”
“Disgusting? Is a kiss, a stroke, a caress disgusting? Is pleasure disgusting?”
“You could get those things from anyone, why me?”