Book 2: 14- Dante/Mila PT:3

“Do you remember Mila? Do you remember how I came to be? How you help create the being that I am today; do you remember? No? Then Let me remind you. Let me remind you why your mine and I’m yours. Why you’ll always be mine and I’ll always be yours no matter what.”

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MILA POV:

I couldn’t let this happen; this couldn’t happen. He couldn’t die because of me. Guilt settle in on me as I realized that his death would be on my hands.

All because of love.

Before I knew it, being with Dante wasn’t just about gaining energy anymore. I’d started to grow feelings for the mortal, and that was something that was never supposed to happen. But it did and now his life is on the line. I cradled his head in my lap as I watched the waves crashed against the shore. Tears dropped from my eyes and I let them.

At least I got to see him in his last moments. There was nothing I could do now.

I could feel eyes staring, burning a hole in the back of my head and I just knew who it was.

“What do you want father?” I asked him, my voice quivering with sadness. I could hear the sand crunching under his feet as he walked up to me.

“I told you this would happen Baby girl.” He spoke and I sighed rolling my eyes and just stared out into the sea. I knew he would bring this up.

“Yes, you were right.” I sniffled as I felt sadness fill me up once again. “Your always right.” My tears started to fall more and more dripping down on Dante’s emotionless face.

My father sighed and I felt his hot hand on my shoulder. “Do your really care that much about him?” He asked me and I just nodded as I looked down at Dante. He sighed again. “If I helped you would it make you happy and stop these tears?

I looked back and up at him, surprise and shock on my face. Then I narrowed my eyes at him as I nodded my head slowly. “What’s the price?”

I knew my father could save him, if anyone can save him it was him, but I also know it would come at a price.

“He would no longer be mortal, and he would work for me. Do you agree?” He bargained and I nodded without a second thought. I want to be selfish, I wanted to keep the only man I’d ever loved to myself, even if he was a mortal.

“Are you sure about this baby girl?” he asked me. I just nodded not trusting my words.

With a nod my father teleport to both of us into one of his candles lit ceremonial chambers. The wall was black with red writings of different languages, Latin, Aramaic, Hebrew, and ancient Sumerian. I’ve seen him do the revival ceremony a bunch of times. But not one like this. One where a demon was involved emotional with a human. Usually, the person requesting the ceremony would have to sacrifice something, what, depends on the person. What I would have to sacrifice I didn’t know. But I would give anything for him, any, and everything.

THIRD PERSON POV:

Mila watched as Dante laid on one of the dark metal tables. His spirit long left his body, now he was just a lifeless body lying there. Mila knew she was being selfish, but she didn’t care. She wanted Dante and if this was the way, then so be it. The ceremony started and the candles dimed as Lucifer started in Aramaic.

Mila just watched, staring down at Dante’s naked body. Hoping and praying that he wouldn’t hate her for making this decision. Lucifer turned to Mila and she knew he wanted a sacrifice.

“What are you willing to give in order for him to live?” He asked her, his eyes glowing red.

“Anything,” Mila said automatically.

Lucifer rose an eyebrow “Anything?” he asked her, and she nodded. Lucifer gave a sharp nod then looked between his daughter and the mortal man. And it hit him, he knew what she had to sacrifice but he hoped she wouldn’t.

“Since this mortal owns your heart and you own his.” Lucifer started. “You will sacrifice half of your heart of his.”

Mila’s eyes widen as she stared at her father. Did he really want her to give half of her heart to Dante and take half of his?

“Will you do it?” Lucifer asked, “Sacrifice half of your heart for a mortal?”

Mila closed her eyes for a moment, took in a deep breath then opened her eyes and stared at her father. She pulled down her dress and it pooled at her feet. She stood proud and naked in front of her father.

“Do what you have must.” She said as she laid down on the empty table next to Dante’s. She grabbed his cold hand, as she looked at his pale face. Even in death he was still handsome to her.

Lucifer frowned in disappointment but gave a sharp nod. He promised to help his daughter and that’s what he would do. No matter how much he didn’t like it. Lucifer walked over to Dante, picked up a dagger and cut into his chest. His blood weakly spilled out of his wound, and Lucifer reached inside Dante’s chest and pulled out his heart.

Lucifer placed it on the head of the table, in the middle of Dante and Mila and then walked over to his daughter. The tip of his dagger pointed directly over her heart. Putting on a brave face, Mila nodded to him. In a quick motion, Lucifer cut into her flesh making a straight line over her heart and she hissed at the pain.

Lucifer watched as her black blood spilled out of her wound. Taking in a deep breath, Lucifer put down the dagger and then reached into her wound. Mila closed her eyes tightly as she felt lucifer’s grip on her heart. And in one quick motion, Lucifer pulled it out and Mila went still, her breath steady as her heartbeat steadily in Lucifers hand.

Lucifer placed Mila’s black heart next to Dante’s and continued the ceremony.

Cutting the two hearts in half, Lucifer used golden thread to one half of each together. But he had to be quick, her heartbeat was starting to slow down, with each passing minute.

When Lucifer was done, he had sewn together Half of Mila’s heart with Dante, and Half of Dante’s with Mila’s making two whole hearts. He took each heart and placed one back inside Mila and placed the other back inside Dante. Using the golden thread, he’d sewn back the wounds sealing them shut.

Sitting back he waited. There was no coming back from this. Dante was going to be apart of Mila forever and Mila was going to be apart of Dante forever. There would be no separating them. But this is what his daughter wanted and he was pretty sure, the newly Immortal Dante would want this as well.

As long as his daughter was, alive, well and happy that’s all Lucifer cared about.

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“You see Cara Mia, we are together. We are one. You can never leave me, and I will never leave you. We are together forever. Just give into me Cara Mia, forget about that wolf and give yourself to me once again. It was bliss between the two of us you know that. Now, give yourself to me.”

“Dante, I-I” Mila knew he was right. Now that he was here again. There was no going back. “Ok Dante, I give myself to you, once again.”

Dante smiled a devilish smile as he wrapped his arms around Mila. “Cara Mia.”