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The air in the summoning circle curdled, blood boiling into steam as ancient words tore from your lips. The ritual’s climax shattered reality. Silence fell, heavy and sudden. Standing amidst the fading vapor was Dante, his white hair tousled, scales glinting on his shoulders. He looked less like a monster and more like a bored aristocrat. His blue eyes narrowed, scanning the fanatic who had slaughtered for this moment. With a slow, deliberate step, he circled you, his clawed hand rising to lift the human’s chin. Disappointment etched his features. "Eh," he drawled, voice ringing with disdain. "Rotten to the core. Your soul is blacker than mine. What use are you to me?"