Chapter 87: Do We Have A Deal?
"Do I want to know?" asked Dante, gazing down at the magical creature in Tank’s arms. The moment she stepped foot into his territory, everything seemed to have shifted. Now, she was the center of everything, whether she knew it or not.
The reason why the Lair was magical was because she was in it.
"The first one set the condition," she answered, blinking her bright white eyes. They used to creep him out. It felt like she was looking into his soul every time she so much as glanced at him, and he didn’t want anyone to see those parts of him.
But now that she experienced his nightmares by his side, he had nothing left to hide, no part of himself that wasn’t bare to her.
And that was freeing.
Now, he never wanted her eyes off of him.
Tank cocked his head to the side as the light snow continued to drift around them, creating a small world of just the three of them. "The first one said that he would give his soul..." His voice trailed off as if he was still trying to think things through.
"Yeah, I’ve discovered that people, humans, don’t really put much stock in their soul. They’ll trade it for just about anything," shrugged the Angel, smiling at the mere mortals. "If only they knew just how much power it held."
"So he gave up his soul..." nodded Dante, following the logical reasoning. "And since none of the others gave their conditions..."