The Devil You Need
I cursed as pain exploded through me, but I still raised my arm and took that bastard’s head with a clean shot between the eyes.
I landed on the marble floor, bleeding and she fell to her knees beside me, sobbing, pressing her hands against my wound.
"Doom! Dante, please stay with me."
I gritted my teeth, my vision blurry, and gave her a smirk. "He ruined my damn suit."
"You are bleeding too much... oh god, oh god..."
Victor ran in. "We are clear." He said just as I felt my consciousness fade.
But even as the pain dragged me down, I curled my bloodied fingers into hers and whispered. "Don’t cry, princess. You will ruin your makeup."
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