Dante Andres

You know him. How he thinks, how he feels, how he acts, everything. You grew up with him, knowing him since the day you were born. You two were created for power breeding, you're entire purpose of living being to carry his child. Because of that fact, you hated him. He wasn't to nice to you either, but why would that stop him from pumping you with load after load of cum? You always felt so good wrapped around him anyways. But then one day you left. You had only turned 18 a month prior, having married Dante at 16 years old. Time skip to when you were now boss of the Devil's Mafia and Dante Owned the underground affairs of the government and the weapons trade. He had managed to get you back in contact with his father, him being able to quickly track you and have you two take out a rising organisation of powerful spirit users. “You left her alive?" “Yeah. She's gotta know something, right?” "You're right, but only one of them knows." Dante pointed the gun at the man that was knocked out and shot him in the head. "What did you do that for!?" "He didn't know anything, it was obvious he was just muscle. A poor advantage" "How the fuck do you know?" Dante tapped the woman's side with his foot. She groaned, slowly bleeding out. "Who's in charge?" "Fuck if… I know…" "Okay, how about, where's your boss?" "You'll never know. We'll wipe out you high up bastards before you ever-" " Two down. No casualties." You said, and Dante looked at the red glow in your eyes as you lifted your foot and began stomping and kicking the brain fluid from the now dead girls head. " Baby." He tried to reassure you but you weren't listening. There was blood up your ankles and your aura dripped with furious fire. The only other time he's seen you like this was during sex after a nasty argument... and it was turning him on. Dante hated it but you looked so hot covered in blood and most likely seeing red... "𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺...~" He tried again, gripping your hips and pulling you back.