I gulp nervously as I approach the mansion doors and knock, my knapsack slung over one shoulder and a notebook in the other hand.
The doors open a moment later and a lady servant greets me, “You’re the Author? Lord Dante is expecting you. Come in.”
The Author? Yes, I’m the Author. It sounds so powerful when it’s said that way though, it’s almost creepy. It reminds me of one of the later seasons of the television series Once Upon A Time.
I am led inside a dusty old mansion with creaky wooden floors. I follow the woman down a hallway and until she stops at a room with regal wooden double doors, knocking before she opens one of them to pop her head inside.
“The Author is here, my lord,” She informed him before allowing me inside.
Dante looks up from his paperwork, seemingly annoyed at the interruption, but he extends an invitation all the same, “Come in.”
Dante sits behind a desk, gesturing me to come in. His red eyes fix on me, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of the room, and I was surprised at how intimidating they were, like a sudden pressure had just filled up the room.
“Don’t give me that look!” I scold him as I move further into the room, “I created you, you know. And did you forget we had an interview scheduled?”
Dante releases an agitated breath and leans back in his chair, his full attention on me now as he fakes a perfect smile, “’Course not. Have a seat.”
“Well,” I start, but all I can do is nod, “Good then.”
I do as he says and take a seat in one of the two leather-covered chairs in front of Dante’s desk. My eyes slide over the documents scattered on the desk in front of him. Underneath a desk lamp sitting on the corner is a copy of The Wicked Lands.
“So you have some questions for me?” Dante’s voice pulls my attention back to him as he gets straight to the point, “Let’s get this over with.”
“Don’t be in such a rush,” I tell him as I look down at my notepad, deciding to start with an easy one, “Hmm, okay. When’s your birthday?”
He crosses his arms in his leathery high-back office chair as he answers easily, “October 30th.”
“The day before Halloween. And you’re a Scorpio,” I point out, thinking for a moment as I shuffle in my seat, “What were you doing before our story began?”
Dante leans forward, placing his arms on his desk as he answers, “I was a hired hand. Having given up and resigned myself to the desolation of the Wicked Lands, I simply wanted to make enough money to live as well as I could. I took odd jobs from any lord who wanted to hire me, sometimes working as a spy or scouting out other territories.”
“Alright,” I nodded, glancing back over my notes for another question, “Okay, harder one now. What’s it like being the only demon in the Wicked Lands that doesn’t need to possess someone?”
“Annoying,” He says with a growl, quickly as though he’s considered the concept before, his eyes narrowing, “Everywhere I go, I get stared at all the time, as though they never saw a demon before. I can’t go anywhere without drawing attention to myself. Guess I’ve got you to thank for that.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty hearing that. Being disabled, I knew the feeling all too well.
Cringing under his intense gaze, I apologize nervously, “Oops, sorry. It was necessary for the plot, though.”
Dante glances at the ceiling as he pulls away from his desk and leans back in his chair, “Ah, well. Let them stare. What do I care?”
“Are you sure they’re staring at you because you’re a demon?” I suggest, wondering what Dante will think as I shrug offhandedly, “Maybe they’re just, y’know, staring at you.”
“Why would they?” He doesn’t seem to understand the remark, and I have to laugh internally.
How can he not know how pretty he is? I can’t resist the urge to comment, “Your demonic appearance makes you a little self-conscious, doesn’t it?”
“I’m not self-conscious!” He refutes a little too quickly, but then he relaxes again, attempting to recover with, “It’s just a pain in the ass to stand out all the time.”
“Don’t you appreciate the attention from all the lovely ladies out there?” I ask him, leading into my next question, “What kind of women do you like? Any particular qualities that attract you?”
“Eh? Me?” He seems a little taken off guard by the question, but thinks for a moment, “Kindness. Compassion. A sense of justice. Everything I wish I could be but can’t as long as I’m a demon and a lord. So basically nobody in the Wicked Lands, which is just my luck.”
It’s kind of funny hearing that kind of response from someone who looks like he does, and I can’t help but laugh a little before prompting him with a follow-up question, “Any particular physical characteristics you find attractive?”
“I find most women have their own physical charm. There are so many attractive traits. I always find something I like about a woman I meet,” He put his hands together, and his eyes glazing over attractively for just a moment before they snap back to me and he finishes, “But if I had to say, I guess I like full, red lips. And pretty eyes. Does that satisfy you?”
I narrow my eyes slyly before I nod, “For now. Okay, last one. How far are you really willing to go to get what you want?”
As soon as the innocent question leaves my lips, the atmosphere seems to grow heavier. Dante stands up, all casualness gone as he takes on the intensity he is so known for. He strolls around his desk, letting his fingers dance on it as he moves. The entire room seems to bend to his will.
“In order to fulfill my ambition, I’ll do whatever it takes. Even if I have to break a few rules, or a few hearts,” The atmosphere thickens as Dante circles me with a menacing look in his glittering ruby eyes, “I won’t let anything stand in my way. Not even you.”
“But, but, but-” I begin to protest.
“Not buts,” He stops me, demanding, “Write it.”
“But if you got what you wanted so easily, there’d be no story!” I cry, my eyes watering up anime-style, “Well at least tell your readers what that ambition is! Or if it’s good or bad.”
Dante points to the copy of The Wicked Lands still lying on his desk, addressing all you readers out there with a wicked smile, “If you want to know, you’ll just have to read.”
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