“One, don’t call her a chameleon or I’ll light your hair on fire. Two, why do you wanna know about Demonology? You’re like 12. You shouldn’t be messing with this kinda stuff.” Shimmer said sternly. “A lot of demons out there aren’t as nice as I am.”
“H-Hey! I am not 12. I am three years older than that, so, so yeah,” She crossed her arms, sticking her nose up in the air. “And I know most d-demons aren’t really nice, but.. b-but I think they’re interesting, and I want to catch them on film. So I usually hide from most of them. S-Sparda got me into them!”
“Pssh, Sparda– …” Armadia blinked, her dismissive attitude changing and becoming fearful, her eyes suddenly going wide. “…Dante, son of Sparda… son of…”
The human-demon hybrid that had succeeded in beating the hell out of her and didn’t let her get a single attack in… was related to Sparda. That was the demon that made her want to do this?! Surely a demon that birthed someone so powerful was–
“… Do you know Dante?”
Savanna shook her head. “You said he was one of his sons?! That’s so cool!”
Armadia heaved a sigh of relief. “So Dante won’t mind that I’m doing this. … This Sparda demon – is he dead?”
“… Yes, he sacrificed himself for humanity …” Savanna said sadly.
“Who’s Sparda?” Shimmer asked. Noticing Armadia’s sudden mood shift, she moved a little closer to her and slid an arm around her waist, flashing her a quick smile.
“Also, you need to be careful kid. Especially if you don’t know what you’re doing. What are you gonna do if a Demon does find you?”
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