<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dante</span></div><br/>Image removed at artist's request.<br/><br/>The blue eyed demon ignored Eril's unfinished attempt to explain himself. Typical, really. Once Eril started something you could count on him to abandon it. "I need nothing, myshka (mouse)," Dante murmured quietly. Unlike his only commander, Dante was soft toned, though mixed well with a certain character of apathy. More often than not he seemed disinterested. Engaged, informative yet holding all but bastard attachment to what carried on. "If I recall, you are the one in need. Unless being the sole tarnish of GHOST was what you had wanted to achieve…" he continued, turning to face the other.<br/><br/>Clear annoyance flared in those cool blue eyes of Dante's as his vision ascertained the other. Such a disgusting display of worthlessness. His brows furrowed in a rare show of emotion as fingers swiftly but lightly slapped under Eril's chin, making his head sit straight on his shoulders. Their eyes met, Dante keeping his locked on Eril's causing chills to prick up the back of Eril's spine. While this sensation could be mere product of Dante's gaze, it was also known as one of the first side effects of being victimized by Dante's powers.<br/><br/>The instinctive block on Eril's part had been anticipated and Dante broke through it with skilled ease. Before Eril would be able to grasp that Dante was lurking in his head, the eerie ring of whispers would be heard by Eril, tickling his ears as Dante made quick work of what it was he was looking for. And then there was a silence, the voices quieting as one punctured the silence, "Always the bastard, Eril. Abandoned by your parents, then caught in the middle of the split… You ruined it. Kasper will never look at you as his own again… Such a waste…"<br/><br/>"You could make it right, though," Dante said, "Kasper wants something, something Aciel holds very dear," he explained, "I think you know what I speak of…" The demon's lips curved at the corners, a wicked grin on Dante's face, as those eyes once dulled became so full of life, the knuckles of his fingers running so delightfully down the back of Eril's neck as he pet the lower ranking demon, pulling him in slightly closer, until Dante's lips grazed against Eril's ear, "Find a way in and create a distraction. Can you do that, myshka?"