After Dante gave the two won his input on the event where a demon chased gan, Camille asked him if there was a way to kill one.
"Of course. Demons don't die from old age, but they can certainly be killed," said the warlock.
Going deeper into his explanation, he said that warlocks had the ability to kill a demon's soul, as killing them with normal ans would just send them back to hell.
"Demons are very vengeful creatures, so sending them back to hell is just like setting a tir for them to co back and hunt you…" he continued.
As he kept explaining the different ways he had to kill a demon, they were interrupted by the sa waitress from before, who was guiding a woman with short, blonde hair into the office.
The woman was wearing pajama shorts and a cropped tank top, showcasing bags under her beautiful blue eyes, which were a sign that she had been woken up in the middle of her slumber.
"Dante, this is Sophia Ragucci…" Camille introduced the two.
The warlock recognized her na from the story that gan had told him a few minutes prior to her arrival—the second girl who survived the demon's attack.
Sophia was a bit confused, but she still extended her arm to shake Dante's hand, who held it abruptly while staring into her eyes.
The blonde woman felt a little nervous at the warlock's gaze, thinking that his crimson eyes were beautiful and scary at the sa ti.
"Yup, she also has it…" Dante muttered as he grabbed Sophia's palm with both of his hands.
"Dispell…" he continued, producing the sa gust of wind as before.
Sophia was perplexed at what just happened, thinking that it was a magic trick and that a vent had been placed sowhere in the office to create that effect.
Camille asked gan to explain everything to Sophia, but the brunette didn't know where to even start without sounding absolutely crazy,
Luckily for her, Sophia trusted gan's words, no matter how insane the things she said were.
As the two childhood friends talked on the side of the office, Camille approached the warlock, still looking quite distressed.
"Dante, you said that curse was a tracker. How long did they have it for?" the handler asked.
"Hmm, I can't say for sure, but it looks like they had it for years. You hadn't encountered any demons since that ti, correct?" he replied, inquisitively placing a hand on his chin.
"Correct."
"Then it was probably placed on them the night of the attack…" the warlock said.
Camille suspected that was the case, but she wanted to make sure. However, now that the curse had been dispelled, she wondered if the demon would co looking for them.
If the monster had been tracking them for years, then it was safe to assu that it knew the location of their apartnt.
Moreover, the curses were cleansed at Midnight Bar, so it was possible that they would co looking for them as it was the last place the two won were tracked.
"The bar is compromised…" Camille muttered, ordering the waitress to close down the establishnt for the night.
As the waitress rushed out of the office, the platinum-haired woman stood closer to the warlock.
"Dante, I want to ask you sothing. Now that you are here in this world, what is it that you want?" she asked, her gaze locked onto his crimson eyes.
The warlock closed his eyes and reminisced about his life in Terra, his old world.
He spent a long ti training to beco a powerful warlock, traveled through hell for a few years, fought thousands of demons, and protected his world from tyrants, monsters, and evil gods.
It was an eventful life and one that he didn't regret living. However, it wasn't a peaceful life, and now that Dante had the chance to live a second, he wanted to live it more leisurely.
"You know? When I was 25 years old, and my friends received a blessing from a goddess…" said the warlock, recounting a story from his past world.
During the tis that he was traveling the world with his party, they ended up saving a city from the grips of a powerful demon.
After the battle, the four of them were visited by a goddess, who chose them as the protectors of Terra, giving them a blessing that stopped their aging.
Dante and his party weren't immortal, as they could still die, but their bodies would never age and would keep the sa appearance for eternity.
However, even after being given all the ti in the world, the warlock and his party could never enjoy the peace they brought to cities in Terra, as they were always on the move, from one battle to another.
He was seen as a villain in so places, while others looked up to him as a hero, but his reputation was never sothing he personally cared about.
He had only been on Earth for a few hours, but in that short amount of ti, he could feel that his body resud aging, which ant that the goddess' blessing didn't reach that world.
Back in Terra, Dante put up with all of the battles because he believed that he would eventually live peacefully.
He didn't mind battling for a few hundred years if it ant he could relax for a hundred more, but obviously, that didn't co to pass, as he ended up sacrificing himself to kill an evil god on the sa day of his 225th birthday.
"Now that I know this new life of mine is limited, I want to live it peacefully. That's what I want," said the warlock as he finished telling his story to the handler.
He wasn't in the body of an ageless 225-year-old man anymore but in the body of an ordinary 25-year-old.
Camille chuckled a little, "We have similar goals, then…" she comnted.
"I know we already had a deal, but I'll do it again. Dante, let's work together and achieve our peaceful lives!" she exclaid, shaking hands with the warlock.
"I'll be under your care for so ti, so I'll help out with anything I can," he replied with a smile, making Camille blush slightly at his unapparent gentleness.
*Ahem-* "Very well then, for starters, you will be staying with gan and Sophia!" Camille exclaid, catching the attention of the two girls on the other side of the office.
"Wait, what!? We don't have space for him at the apartnt," gan refuted.
"So? Just have him sleep on the couch for now. It's not like he is going to be there forever…" Camille replied.
gan was grateful to Dante for helping her out earlier in the alley, but she didn't feel comfortable taking him to her apartnt, as he was basically still a stranger to her.
Sophia didn't seem to have a say in the matter and just kept staring at Dante with a curious gaze, still processing the information about him that gan had summarized for her.
"Look, I understand, but Dante is the only person who can see and sense this 'umbra' energy…" Camille explained.
With the tracking curse cleansed, there was a possibility that the demon would try looking for them at the places they frequent the most, so having Dante with them would add a layer of protection.
gan reluctantly agreed, and as the establishnt was cleared of guests, they guided the warlock to the back exit, where another black SUV was waiting for them.
"I'll visit tomorrow to bring a change of clothes and so other stuff that you are gonna need to make your life in this world a bit easier…" said Camille to Dante as he boarded the car.
"Thank you, Miss Camille," the warlock politely replied.
"Please, just call Cami or Camille. I'm not much of a fan of honorifics…"
Once the car drove away, the platinum-haired woman called one of the servants to approach her, instructing her to "beef up" the security around the bar.
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