They would call it weakness. A contamination.
They would say she didn't belong here—that her softness was dangerous, that her warmth threatened everything the demon legacy stood for. They'd demand her removal from the kindergarten without a second thought.
Maybe even ask him to apologize… for allowing it. For not stepping in. For standing silently in the shadows while a human taught demon-borns how to feel.
But Dante…
He didn't feel like stopping it.
In fact, he liked what she was teaching.
And maybe that's what unsettled him the most.
Because once upon a time, not so long ago, he had agreed with every word the elders would now speak.
He had been cruel.
Ruthless. Sharp as a blade and just as cold.
To him, kindness was always a flaw. Emotions were liabilities.
And mercy? A soft illusion that only fools entertained.
He had lived by those rules. Breathed them. Ruled by them.
Until Lucien came into his life.
