47: Dante

The tension in the air was sickeningly thick as he, Aiden and Jayce walked the dirt roads of Aiden's community. A Rogue town with no name. Far off the winding path of society. Dante had walked many roads like this one. In every direction, an endless passage. Such was his immortal fate.

Immortality. For the longest time, the word was only just a word to him and held no significance. He watched many civilizations rise and fall. Buildings crumbled on either side of him. The sun and moon constantly shifted in the skies, but time remained effortlessly still yet forever moving forward with him. He had all the time at his disposal only for it to be forever wasted on his greedy tendencies and frivolous style of living. But time finally seemed to slow down when he met Willow. His dear, sweet Willow. So youthful and wise with centuries of Magic and knowledge coursing through her veins. Many women had stood before him. Many women have lain beneath him. There was no woman like Willow, however.