"First day of school, Princess, please do well.", the king said. Everyone was entering the Magic School of Boana. One person came without parents: Dante. Dante walked in, looking at smiling parents and innocent kids, disgusting. The princess was also entering the school as she saw beauty. She looked at Dante, then smiled and waved, but Dante looked and walked away, leaving her stunned. Many kids whispered to the princess, "That's the Devil's artificial child." Dante got to class, staring at the window. The lecturer walked in. "Hi, I'm Miss Sheera. I'll be your combat teacher. What are your names?" she said. Most people said their names. "I'm Princess Ashra. I'm the daughter of King Edward. Dante looked at her, intrigued, but not because she is a princess, but because the princess' father is who he wants to kill. He looked at her, but looked down and thought, 'She should not be included.' If you want a quick synopsis of Dante, here it is:
Dante is fifteen. He has white hair due to having albinism, but because his creator was the devil, his eyes are red. He's an orphan, since the devil was killed. The reason why he hates King Edward is personal, and you'll find out yourself.
Everyone was praising Ashra, because of course she is the princess. Then Dante introduced herself. He looked at the teacher and the class, then stood up. "Hi, name's Dante.", he said and sat back down. Everyone looked at him strangely, then Mrs. Sheera broke the ice. He looked at the window, tired and wishing the day would end. After class, school was over, and you would think Dante is rich.
Right?
Right.
Wrong!
He lives in a farmhouse and works as a delivery guy. He changed his uniform, then left to go to work. On his way to work, he drank a can of soda, too tired to go to work, but he knows the barn's bills are coming back. After work, he lit a cigarette while going home. He then stumbled upon a fast-food restaurant and bought two burgers, two fries, and a milkshake. He'll eat the first burger and fries, and tomorrow, he'll eat them at lunchtime. Dante smiled because he was pretty pleased with himself. All of a sudden, he saw Ashra getting picked on by street thugs. He ran, boosting his leg, and did the butterfly kick on one. He then grabbed one's shirt and uppercut the thug on the face. He then threw the one that was kicked at both of the thieves. They got up and ran away to escape. He looked at Ashra and helped get her up. "Are you alright?" Dante asked. She said yes, terrified of what happened. He took her into the farmhouse and told her she could use the bath as he looked for spare clothes. He gave her his hoodie, with a vest, and shorts that he hadn't worn since he was thirteen. She looked at him with gratitude. He then went to the bath. He put on his clothes and gave her his burger he would have tomorrow. She insisted at first, but she was hungry. He looked at her. She began eating like there was no tomorrow, which made Dante laugh. "Have you had their burgers before?" Dante asked. "No, father says it's degrading, but it tastes so good!" Ashra exclaimed. Dante began chuckling more, as he saw a side no one had ever seen. He smiled at her. "Eat up then!" he said. Ashra blushed, then continued eating. "By the way, do you know where you'll spend the night?" Dante asked. Ashra then realized she forgot to book a hotel. He got to the telephone and called her mom. Surprisingly, she was nice enough to let her stay the night, but he had to use voice magic to speak to her. She did say she could stay the night, and that's when he prepared her his own bed, while he would sleep on the couch. "Please, you don't need to give me a good place just because I'm a princess.", she said.
He looked at her, confused. "Why do you think that? I honestly think that's a shitty statement. In all honesty, I don't give a crap you're the princess." She was shocked, then smiled and said, "That's good; I don't need that work on me." Dante saw her and saw a good look at her. 'Beige hair, icy blue matching the color of a crystal, and a nice bod- that's where we cut it, ' Dante thought.