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Name: Never Let Go~ Character: Dante Sparda Anime/Game: Devil May Cry (Quick Author's Note!!!: This is Part 1 of a 3 part series for Yandere Dante Sparda! So be aware that 2 and 3 are coming!!) It is a quiet day, slow and cloudy. Many believe, after the whole demon escapade, that the dark clouds above are a bad omen of things to come but it's mainly their paranoia gaining the better of them. The familiar demon hunter is someone they tend to look towards when it comes to days like this. He's easy to quickly sense when demons are coming and is out to kill them faster than a cheetah chasing a gazelle. He's strong, witty, charming, handsome,

Translated by : Wheatleylemoron Caption: Your name: (y \ n), last name (l \ n), hair length: (h \ l), hair color: (h \ c) and eye color: (e \ c). ° Narrator's Point of View ° (y \ n) (l / n) has been working at the SCP Foundation for 10 years now, she is also an SCP, she is immortal, and for her it's the worst of curses. She has never spoken of her past to anyone and for good reason; it is far too painful. She was born (y \ n) (l \ n) in a small town in Kansas, her father owned the town's grocery store and her mother owned one of the restaurants. When she was 11, her mother left her father overnight and left her alone with him,it

Since 2 days you were on your way once again, following the traces of the black death. You had shown the old paper from Angelo to Hal and his friends, wich were all as confused as you were. You had met him in prison the first time, so how could he have known you would search for the reason of this sickness? And those words and letters confused you even more.   in nigrum mortem-364-15 You had spoken to many people and in every city people reacted the same way. They were scared and many tired and weak from less sleep. Many were plagued from nightmares and every person told you about the same thing. The creature Angelo always talked about.

                                 PRINCE HAL x READER                                          Ch. 1 It has been days now since you have been in a town. Having grown up as  vagabond was always exhausting. You spent most of your days wandering or riding through forests, fields and long, lonely routes.  Even though you enjoyed it most of the time, you sometimes felt the desire to stop. You wanted to stay in a town, live in your very own house and maybe have a family one day.  You never really had one, because your father died during a war. He was  a knight. Your mother, on the other hand, got hanged and her dead body burned. She was accused be