It was so very quiet.. Too quiet in fact that even He, high and mighty felt the certain eeriness which hung above the cloudless, night sky. How he hated this feeling, he was having one of "those days". Those days are the time where there was not much to do, where the aloneness and the quietness urge him to think about something not demon related, it makes him think about his life. Oh, Hell.

Maybe having her to stay with him before was a bad idea, he thought. When they were together, he felt much at ease, he thought she needs him more than he needs her, that there was no chance of loosing her, but with her gone. He has never felt this much alone ever. Sure, he enjoy the solitude before... but now, it's just loneliness. Sometimes he would picture her, sitting on her spot on his table, peering down at him while they argue about some small things, or how she would answer the phone calls right before he does.

He would look at his mother's picture only to see Trish. He used to anticipate everyone who enters the shop to be her, thinking to himself that she will eventually return. But she never did, she wants to see the world, to meet the people while he preferred to stay, secluded and safe. He was aware of the risk, that once she saw the world, she would choose it over him. How he thought of himself stupid for thinking she'd stay with him for good. Then he realized maybe he needs her more than she needs him..

But now he's over it, she's not coming back, yeah she visits him. And every time she does, he'd wish she'll just leave sooner before he starts to feel bitter about the whole thing. He did regret it, when she told him that she wanted to go solo, it sounded like she was asking for his permission. but he has no reason to say no, he doesn't own her.. though he likes to think he does. Why is it that when he finally saw that one woman he wants, she turns out to be that one woman he cannot have.

He pot the eight ball with a smooth and forceful hit, swift as a cat. He stood up straight from his arched position, holding the taco stick with one hand, the weather was strange, it wasn't raining, but the thunder and lighting were quite bothering him. He was getting anxious, he could sense the danger and he didn't like this feeling at all. He placed the taco stick on the pool table upon realizing that he was not alone.

"Shop is closed at nine" he said sternly, slouching back to his chair, the visitor did not leave, in fact she entered the shop, letting her eyes wander inside the barren establishment. Dante looked at her, it was a little girl. wearing a royal blue school uniform with lilac pig tails. She stared at him for several seconds before something caught her attention. Unspeaking and with no facial reactions, she walked across the room, eyes on that door.

"No minors allowed kid" Dante reminded, just before the little girl with full bangs could turn the doorknob, "Come back in ten years and I might give you that room" he sneered, "I never get to live at that age" the little girl replied with a soft, dollish voice. Dante grew suspicious of the girl, studying her attentively. He was well aware that her presence was neither human nor demonic.

"What do you want?" he demanded, though the humor was still there, not to mention the cockiness and all with his chin leaning on his knuckles. The little girl tuned to him, "You are with a woman, tall, blonde.. yes?", Dante sat up straight, "which one?" He smirked, The little girl scowled, "Your favorite one, the one you were thinking of before I got here" she replied. looking him through big, violet eyes.

Dante was somewhat taken back, thought he didn't let it show,

"What are you?", he asked.

Innocent eyes with thick lashes pierced through him,"I'm just a little angel" she replied,

"..right" he scoffed,

"where is she?" the little girl asked again.

"she left" Dante replied seriously.

"We need to find her" she said

"Why"

"If not then others might get to her first, they'll kill her with every chance they get"

"You don't know who you're talking about kid" confident with Trish's abilities.

"Or she might kill us all"

Dante raised his eyebrows, "You got the wrong girl"

The little girl shook her head violently, "She uses electricity yes?, I felt it, I can feel her!"

"Who are you?"

"Minor manifestation of lighting" she explained, but before she could say more, a phone call disrupted their conversation.

Dante picked the receiver, eyes still on the little girl

"Dante.." her voice was almost like a whisper

"Trish?!" how he wanted to hear her voice...but not like this,

"What's wrong?!" maybe he was just getting paranoid, the little girl watched him closely, like she was reading his mind.

"I'm scared..." she said her voice was faint and shaking. "I didn't know it was gonna be like this" she sobbed.

"Where are you?!" he clenched his fists and his tone was getting panicky

Then she hung up, it took a while before Dante could put the receiver down, thoughts flooded him and without any moments' hesitation he swung his red coat over his shoulder.,

"I know where she is" the little girl said,

"you didn't answer my question" said Dante, "Who are you?".

"I'm Eleria" she answered

AN

you guys thanks for the reviews! . my prelims are harder than I would have expected and I just wanted this week to end so badly. I miss talking to you guys, btw im doing this on my free period so it's such a rush! I hope I didn't screw this one up. And yeah no incest here! Lol curry chickenanti incest . ok, ill be back on duty on Thursday! Till then!