Dante’s arrival.
Eternals POV:
I’m stood in my glorious banquet hall waiting for the famous Dante Obis, King of the under world.
Feared by most, he drags his victims straight to hell it’s self.
The double doors open and there stands the man him self Dante.
In a full black suit, pressed to perfection.
His hair styled to one side in a quiff like way, not one single black strand out of place.
His stunning golden tan, his face could of been carved by the gods themselves.
He stands so talk, as he approaches me he stands over me.
Even in my beautiful dress and heels, I feel like a child.
I can tell under that expensive suit, he’s going to be completed carved by the gods.
In every part of his body.
The flushed feeling returns.
A smug expression covers his face and I just
