Drako stood before the daughters of Lucifer, a place he never thought he would return to. He deliberated with himself, knowing that Dante's influence could cloud his judgment. He needed to make this decision on his own.
Dante appeared beside him in a swirl of purple and black smoke, breaking the silence. Drako glanced at him, his expression guarded.
"Who is going to get hurt?" Dante asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as they walked side by side.
Drako sighed, cautious in his response. "I don't think you want to know, or maybe you do, but you want to see if things will work out."
Dante's annoyance seeped into his voice. "If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked, Drako."
Drako raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I am referring to you and Sharla. Brother, ever since w
