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Dante
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I look at my Mother in horror.
She had just threatened to end my life, or at least to drain my magic from me.
"You..you...you can't do that Mother!"
"I am more than capable, despite whatever your Father has ever told you about me," my Mother replies, sighing impatiently.
"You will regret doing this to me your only son who has been to see you... ever," I try, a lonely tear trickling down my face.
"I'm sorry Dante, but I won't. I don't know about Damion, but Martin came to see me the other night... he didn't know I still existed. I think you've had me to yourself for far too long and your Father has taught you the art of black magic too well. Even though love spells aren't necessarily black, to go to that degree they are."
Instead of love all I can see is hurt and p
