Alrighty then. This is the introduction to my new story. WARNING: Contains randomness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dante nor do I own I don't even own Lucifer. I do however own Luna and a Toyota Camry and that is all.
Onward with the introduction *nudges horse*
Dante can't remember the last time he felt this tired. Maybe it was after his first real job?
"Where is everybody?" The tall man asked as he walked inside the double doors of his own shop.
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His eyes searched the empty and dimmly lit open room. He couldn't make out any forms besides the desk and the couch that sat against the far wall.
"Anybody home?" He asked quietly. The brunette usually left all the lights on so she wouldn't stumble over any empty beer cans if he got up in the middle of the night. His fingers traced the edge of the large wooden desk as he casually walked toward the kitchen. He swung the door open but, to his surprise no one was on the other side.
"Strange." The kid always sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal around this time. It was like a weird ritual he had, claiming he couldn't go to bed on an empty stomach. Dante turned on his heels and walked back thru the door into the open room. He crossed the floor and took stride up the stairs. There was only one room at the very top of the stairs. It belonged to the kid and his girl. He turned the knob and the door creaked open. The curtains were drawn from the single large bay window. The moonlight faintly lit up the room. His icy blue eyes searched over the vacant bed to the night stand and rested on a sliding door that was a closet. He huffed as he slid the door open. All he saw was clothes and a few mismatch pair of various sized shoes.
"Well then." He growled lightly and rolled his eyes whilst racking his brains for an answer to this abandoned shop. He had hoped to come home and maybe have a pizza waiting for him, he could teased the kid a little and then have some alone time with Lucy. Instead he was now standing at the bottom of the stairs eyes still racing across the walls and even the ceiling. He walked back to his desk and flipped on a lamp.
"I guess they'll drag in at some ungodly hour." He threw his feet up onto the desk and tossed a random magazine across his face and closed his eyes but, before he could rest he heard faint footsteps outside...
So hopefully that wasn't bad. I'm not exactly sure how I want this story to turn out but, I would like it to be about the day to day lives of Dante and Nero and of course the wonderful women who love (and love to ) annoy them and all that goody. In the next chapter I will explain a little more about said women.
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Onward to my room to write the next chapter! *nudges horse* Giddy up!