Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 27, 2012 21:39:21 GMT -6
Name: Dante
Age: Looks to be 20 unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Angel / Demon Hybrid
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Canon
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Physical Appearance: At about 6 foot tall, he weighs in around 180 if not lighter. His hair is black and his eyes are a dull bluish grey color. His skin tone is rather tanned while still remaining Caucasian. He wears a long leather jacket with a red interior, the jacket itself appears to be old and worn in. His entire attire appears to be worn in, his gray tank top, and his faded jeans, along with the old military combat boots.
Abilities:
Given his roots of both holy and unholy lineage he uses his rare blood type to his advantage.
His demonic blood grants him superhuman strength allowing him to match the strongest demons with ease. He has been known to wield his massive claymore with one hand and even toss cars with the right momentum.
With the holy blood running through his veins as well he can heal from just about any wound inflicted on him in a matter of seconds depending on how bad the wound is. Of course, most fatal wounds take much longer to heal from.
He is much faster than the normal man, able to cover distances in short amounts of time and even leap to great heights. He can take a fall off a building that would normally kill a man and walk away from it. He uses his speed with his attacks as well giving himself the edge in battle with his overly massive sword.
Dante possess superhuman stamina allowing him to almost never tire in battle, he has been known to fight legions of soldiers, sprint long distances, and stay awake for days on end without giving in to exhaustion.
Weapons: Their Looks
The Rebellion: What appears to be a customized claymore sword is actually the key to his power, a weapon that can shift its shape depending on how it is used. It has multiple usages and multiple powers behind its history of bloodshed. Dante utilizes the weapon being able to manipulate it’s energy flow with holy and unholy energies.
Ebony and Ivory: Extremely customized versions of what appear to be Desert Eagle pistols. They use .50 rounds with a detachable box magazine of 7 rounds each, even though he is never seen reloading the weapons. His pistols are designed for two handed use, one being made specifically for his left hand to eject the bullet casing to the left, while the other ejects it to the right. They can be empowered by his holy and unholy energies depending on the needs.
History:
Prologue
“Let’s rock.”
He planted his heel across the demons face and stepped forward round housing the second demon. He didn’t bother landing on his feet, when his hip hit the ground he kicked off with both legs rolling backwards and sliding on his knee’s pulling both pistols free and raining hail fire between every demon in the area dropping them to the ground.
All at once he holstered his weapon kicked off with his foot launching himself over the lunging demon coming up on him and sliced him in half with his claymore. When he landed on his feet he stared into the endless sea of demons around him, “That’s it?” Dante pushed the two halves of the demon forward and away from him, “And here I was hoping for a party.”
’It wasn’t always like this. The demon thing I’m talking about. Fuck, everything else has been pretty much the same. The buildings the architect, the completely fucked up world ran by demons. It’s shitty. But this is how it began.’
Chapter 1
Father? I don’t have a Father. I just don’t like you that’s all.
’So there I am, in my mother’s arms. Just a crying baby, and there she goes.’
The cloaked woman sets the baby on the step of the orphanage and knocks; all in one instant she bursts into a hundred thousand golden feathers and floats up to the sky long before the door opened. The woman takes him into her arms and looks around not seeing a note or any soul in sight. She turns and closes the door behind her.
’Yeah, it was like this for a while, I grew up in an orphanage at first ‘til it burned down, then another orphanage that was ran by demons, got pretty beat up there. Then after I ran away from there I went to a boarding school, again, demons. Eventually I grew up enough to fight for myself and learned of what I am.’
A young Dante stood on top of the table with a metal dinner tray in his hands, the man his struck down was no normal man. He stood up with the blood rolling down his face, those ruby red eyes shined brightly through his disguise.
“You’ll regret that kid.”
“Then make me regret it.”
Dante cracked him across the skull again with the metal tray and jumped off the table as the man ripped through his own disguise destroying the table with a clawed swipe. Dante landed on his feet hurling the tray at super human speeds catching the man in the chest and ripping him straight in half.
’By then, I had been training myself, watching some old school boxing and began developing my natural talents into something more deadly. Punk ass demons never expected it. I’d stroll in eat their food, sleep for the night, they’d try to feed off my life force, and then I’d begin slaughtering them. It was a hobby.’
“Where did he go!?” The demon searched with the others through the halls of the building unable to find Dante after he brutally fist fucked one of the other demons skulls into the pavement. Then from the darkness down the hallway a baseball came flying at supersonic speeds crashing straight into the demon throwing him off his feet. Dante stood there with a baseball bat in his hands.
“Sorry, did I throw you off?”
“KILL HIM!”
“Come on then.”
The demons ran down the hallway, Dante ran toward them, he stopped running and slid on his feet going low and swinging hard with the baseball bat hitting the first demon straight through the wall. With him out of the way he foot pressed the second demon and pushed himself backwards away from the strikes of the other demons who missed by just enough.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dante turned in a full 360 avoiding the next attack and planted the bat across the top of the demons skull. All in one movement he brought it back into the ribs of the other one. They both collapsed at the same time.
“God damnit!” The final demon rushed forward and took a baseball bat straight under the chin. As his head went up so did the bat, and then it came crashing down straight into his face breaking away his features. Dante kicked him in the chest.
’I eventually got a name for myself, Dante the Demon Killer. The low class demons avoided me they all caught on to what I was doing when I went into the boarding homes. It became easier to just go in and beat everything to shit take their food, sleep in the beds, all while they were in the next room afraid of what I’d do next. But I eventually moved on to bigger things.’
Chapter 2
Jackpot!
“This is all you got?”
The demon was on its knee’s, the scene around him was of pure gore, hundreds of corpses and his own blood stained the asphalt. He was crawling away from Dante who impaled him with his sword then ran it along his body finishing him off. Dante looked more mature now, he wore his signature red coat, however it was in pristine condition.
“Guess so.”
’By now, I had the weapons I use today. The Rebellion was a weapon my father used. It was lost to time after his supposed demise. Got it off an unlucky bastard who didn’t know what he was carrying around. The two pistols I carry around were used later on in his life, they too were found in the underworld market. Won them after a drinking contest. Poor bastard didn’t stand a chance.’
The demons surrounded him on all sides, he had his arms crossed and his foot on the head of the last demon he downed. A cigarette hung in his mouth slowly burning as he sucked on it, “This is pathetic.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out the smoke, “Come on then,” he said bored and lazily, “I don’t have all day.”
One at a time they came forward following the leader almost. Hesitant at first but eventually they were all converging in on him from all sides. He kicked the demon away from himself and it flew into the crowd giving him enough time to draw both pistols and turn in a 360 firing off both weapons rapidly taking out the entire front shell. As he turned he went to a knee avoiding all the attacks the second wave had for him.
But he was still surrounded. From the outside you would see the glint of metal as the Rebellion was drawn and cut down all that surrounded him. He slashed his way through the crowd swing for swing before twisting the grip of the sword and grabbing it with his other hand. The sword shifted straight into a scythe.
He put a foot on the inside of the blade and flipped forward cutting through the closest demon, during his flip he slashed out with the scythe screwing over the next row behind them. His feet landed on the ground and he simply twisted bringing the scythe blade close to his body but making it an easy weapon as the closest demons were cut down, during this twist the scythe extended outward cutting through the farther ranks.
He paused for only a moment to flick the cigarette that was between his fingers still. It hit the demon straight in the eye right before the scythe came straight down and shifted into an axe as it cleaved into his neck.
Dante pressed his foot against the demons face and kicked him off his axe. “I’m beginning to think you’re not taking me serious at all.”
’These attacks began daily. I’d fight my way through the demons until they stopped coming then I’d go about my day. It was like a shitty alarm clock. So, I made a name for myself and a living all the same. Opened up a demon hunting business, made money off just my daily routine. Called it the Devil May Cry.’
Chapter 3
Devil May Cry
“I’ve got a job to do here. Move out the way. C’mon get out the way.” The crowd around him was screaming in terror as the demons burst into their reality in the shopping mall killing several people and feasting on them.
Finally he raised one of his guns and fired clearing the path away from him, “For fucks sake.”
He walked into the open and stared at the demons while they gnawed on the human corpses, “Devil may cry… Uh… I’m here to kill you.” Dante stared at them and shrugged, “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to come up with a jingle for that later. Let’s rock.”
’The jobs became more frequent. The pay was good, but I did myself no favors with the damage I’d do and the repairs I’d have to pay for. I found myself in debt more than anything else, but business was booming.’
Dante was standing in a pool of blood, his jacket worn in and slightly tattered; obviously time had gone by a good number of years. There lay corpses of freshly slain demons at his feet. A large thud hit the ground behind him. Dante slowly turned with a smirk on his face, “Aww, come on.”
The demon roared mightily at him before lunging straight at him smashing the ground with its fist. It lifted its hands and there was nothing there. A sharp whistle blasted in its ear as Dante landed next to it and jumped avoiding the quick swipe from the demon which destroyed the entire wall. It began moving in on him swiping and trying to murder him with each slam and swipe of its hands.
Dante was far too seasoned to just fall to something so pathetic. He kept dodging waiting for the demon to just punch itself out. And finally it did, its massive body lumbered slowly toward him roaring still ferociously. Dante just laughed in its face.
“All that muscle and body weight finally got to ya?” He walked toward it, “Too bad. I was kinda hoping for a good fight. I’ve been taking the trash out so much that I’m starting to lose interest in your shit.” He pulled the Rebellion free from his back and rested it on his shoulder.
“See you later,” He swung it cleaving the demon straight in half with little to no resistance. The camera in the area locked onto him, he looked up slowly at it, “I’m coming for you.”
Chapter 4
The King of the Underworld
“Just like your father. Too big for your fucking boots,” Mundus looked into the monitor, “Me, a god, you a piece of shit.” Dante smashed the camera.
’I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. But I didn’t give much a shit either. So I cut my way through Mundus’s hordes of demons, broke those shit cameras, ventured deeper into Limbo. He wanted to talk shit? That’s fine.’
“Dante, I’m going to stomp you out like I did your pathetic fucking whore mother,” Mundus spit out his cigar and was rolling his sleeves back.
Dante just smirked at him and shrugged to his left and right, “Whore Mother? I don’t know much about my mother, but if you’re calling me a son of a bitch, you wouldn’t be the first.” Dante pulled his sword free and ran straight at Mundus. He turned his body enough to thrust the sword powerfully at his foe.
Mundus however clapped his hands together at the tip of the blade stopping it in place then pulled it to his right letting go of the sword then drove his arm through Dante cloths lining him to the ground. Mundus turned and kicked Dante straight in the face sliding him across the floor. “Dante the demon killer? You’re just a little bitch.”
He was still lying on his stomach. Dante finally pulled himself together and pushed himself to his feet, “It’s got a nice ring to it, don’t it?” Dante moved forward again thrusting his sword in the same way, Mundus yet again caught it, but Dante let go of his sword and planted both of his feet across Mundus’s face dropping him. He landed on his feet and grabbed his sword before it hit the ground and turned his body throwing it as Mundus began standing.
The sword caught Mundus in the chest and pinned him to the ground.
"Stomp on that shit head.”
Mundus instantly rose to his feet, the sword still sticking from his chest. Dante turned his head slightly with a smile, “Alright then. Round two.” The sword flew from his chest, Dante jumped and caught it. Mundus appeared behind Dante now and smashed him toward the ground, as he fell Mundus appeared again at ground level driving his foot through Dante hurling him into the air again. This time Dante’s guns came free.
He spiraled and fired at the same time in rapid succession peppering the demon with lead. And then he was dragged straight into Limbo, the walls exploded outward the ceiling parted and Mundus himself ripped apart growing in mass until he was four times Dante’s size. He was entirely a black mass of darkness.
His voice filled the area now holding a chaotic possessed tone, “Dante, I will devour you as I devoured your father and mother. I will shit you out like the dog you are.”
“Oh yeah?” Dante smirked looking up at him, “Shit on this.”
Dante jumped as the mass shot out for where he was standing. He swiped with his sword far out of its normal range but the blade shot out like a bladed whip cutting through the darkness but largely doing no damage to it at all. Dante landed and jumped rolling to the side as the mass shot out again hitting the ground. He continued running as the mass began dragging in his direction all the while he was pegging .50 Caliber bullets into the central mass that he was running around.
The three red eyes burned in his direction following him, “Nothing but a bitch!” Dante stopped and jumped back flipping over the swiping mass, but Mundus was ready for this as another tendril of darkness shot out hitting Dante square in the chest throwing him away. Dante hit the ground and rolled, he didn’t move at all. The darkness loomed over him.
“Just like your father, weak, cocky, and rebellious. Had you only accepted who you were and joined me… But like father like son.”
The darkness went to crush him but suddenly Dante’s hair turned white, an angelic holy aura surrounded him and he rolled out the way just in time. In a crouched position he raised both pistols, “Just saying, you talk too much. Coulda finished me off there, but like all cliché movie villains you had to do a monologue. So, let’s rock!”
The black mass that was Mundus shot out in a large area with hundreds of dark tendrils looking to impale Dante. All the while he opened fire, his bullets now encased in holy powers that cut the darkness down as it hit every tendrils spot on destroying them. Dante stood up and began strutting to his right while facing Mundus head on still shooting into the mass blowing chunk upon chunk of darkness off the mass.
Mundus roared out obviously frustrated by the new found holy power in Dante, “What? You don’t like that? Here have some more!”
Dante holstered both pistols as he ran directly at the mass and pulled his sword free, but Mundus moved forward all at once and engulfed him within his mass. Dante fell through Limbo shattering through the walls, the floor, every window, every reality until he landed face first on cold stone.
“Mother fucker,” he said pushing himself up.
’Yep, that bitch threw me into another reality because I got the edge on him… Fuckin’ Pussy. So here I am.’
Dante sat on top of one of the large statues by the church smoking a cigarette looking down at Aircano.
’Business is booming.’
Age: Looks to be 20 unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Angel / Demon Hybrid
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Canon
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Physical Appearance: At about 6 foot tall, he weighs in around 180 if not lighter. His hair is black and his eyes are a dull bluish grey color. His skin tone is rather tanned while still remaining Caucasian. He wears a long leather jacket with a red interior, the jacket itself appears to be old and worn in. His entire attire appears to be worn in, his gray tank top, and his faded jeans, along with the old military combat boots.
Abilities:
Given his roots of both holy and unholy lineage he uses his rare blood type to his advantage.
His demonic blood grants him superhuman strength allowing him to match the strongest demons with ease. He has been known to wield his massive claymore with one hand and even toss cars with the right momentum.
With the holy blood running through his veins as well he can heal from just about any wound inflicted on him in a matter of seconds depending on how bad the wound is. Of course, most fatal wounds take much longer to heal from.
He is much faster than the normal man, able to cover distances in short amounts of time and even leap to great heights. He can take a fall off a building that would normally kill a man and walk away from it. He uses his speed with his attacks as well giving himself the edge in battle with his overly massive sword.
Dante possess superhuman stamina allowing him to almost never tire in battle, he has been known to fight legions of soldiers, sprint long distances, and stay awake for days on end without giving in to exhaustion.
Weapons: Their Looks
The Rebellion: What appears to be a customized claymore sword is actually the key to his power, a weapon that can shift its shape depending on how it is used. It has multiple usages and multiple powers behind its history of bloodshed. Dante utilizes the weapon being able to manipulate it’s energy flow with holy and unholy energies.
Ebony and Ivory: Extremely customized versions of what appear to be Desert Eagle pistols. They use .50 rounds with a detachable box magazine of 7 rounds each, even though he is never seen reloading the weapons. His pistols are designed for two handed use, one being made specifically for his left hand to eject the bullet casing to the left, while the other ejects it to the right. They can be empowered by his holy and unholy energies depending on the needs.
History:
Prologue
“Let’s rock.”
He planted his heel across the demons face and stepped forward round housing the second demon. He didn’t bother landing on his feet, when his hip hit the ground he kicked off with both legs rolling backwards and sliding on his knee’s pulling both pistols free and raining hail fire between every demon in the area dropping them to the ground.
All at once he holstered his weapon kicked off with his foot launching himself over the lunging demon coming up on him and sliced him in half with his claymore. When he landed on his feet he stared into the endless sea of demons around him, “That’s it?” Dante pushed the two halves of the demon forward and away from him, “And here I was hoping for a party.”
’It wasn’t always like this. The demon thing I’m talking about. Fuck, everything else has been pretty much the same. The buildings the architect, the completely fucked up world ran by demons. It’s shitty. But this is how it began.’
Chapter 1
Father? I don’t have a Father. I just don’t like you that’s all.
’So there I am, in my mother’s arms. Just a crying baby, and there she goes.’
The cloaked woman sets the baby on the step of the orphanage and knocks; all in one instant she bursts into a hundred thousand golden feathers and floats up to the sky long before the door opened. The woman takes him into her arms and looks around not seeing a note or any soul in sight. She turns and closes the door behind her.
’Yeah, it was like this for a while, I grew up in an orphanage at first ‘til it burned down, then another orphanage that was ran by demons, got pretty beat up there. Then after I ran away from there I went to a boarding school, again, demons. Eventually I grew up enough to fight for myself and learned of what I am.’
A young Dante stood on top of the table with a metal dinner tray in his hands, the man his struck down was no normal man. He stood up with the blood rolling down his face, those ruby red eyes shined brightly through his disguise.
“You’ll regret that kid.”
“Then make me regret it.”
Dante cracked him across the skull again with the metal tray and jumped off the table as the man ripped through his own disguise destroying the table with a clawed swipe. Dante landed on his feet hurling the tray at super human speeds catching the man in the chest and ripping him straight in half.
’By then, I had been training myself, watching some old school boxing and began developing my natural talents into something more deadly. Punk ass demons never expected it. I’d stroll in eat their food, sleep for the night, they’d try to feed off my life force, and then I’d begin slaughtering them. It was a hobby.’
“Where did he go!?” The demon searched with the others through the halls of the building unable to find Dante after he brutally fist fucked one of the other demons skulls into the pavement. Then from the darkness down the hallway a baseball came flying at supersonic speeds crashing straight into the demon throwing him off his feet. Dante stood there with a baseball bat in his hands.
“Sorry, did I throw you off?”
“KILL HIM!”
“Come on then.”
The demons ran down the hallway, Dante ran toward them, he stopped running and slid on his feet going low and swinging hard with the baseball bat hitting the first demon straight through the wall. With him out of the way he foot pressed the second demon and pushed himself backwards away from the strikes of the other demons who missed by just enough.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dante turned in a full 360 avoiding the next attack and planted the bat across the top of the demons skull. All in one movement he brought it back into the ribs of the other one. They both collapsed at the same time.
“God damnit!” The final demon rushed forward and took a baseball bat straight under the chin. As his head went up so did the bat, and then it came crashing down straight into his face breaking away his features. Dante kicked him in the chest.
’I eventually got a name for myself, Dante the Demon Killer. The low class demons avoided me they all caught on to what I was doing when I went into the boarding homes. It became easier to just go in and beat everything to shit take their food, sleep in the beds, all while they were in the next room afraid of what I’d do next. But I eventually moved on to bigger things.’
Chapter 2
Jackpot!
“This is all you got?”
The demon was on its knee’s, the scene around him was of pure gore, hundreds of corpses and his own blood stained the asphalt. He was crawling away from Dante who impaled him with his sword then ran it along his body finishing him off. Dante looked more mature now, he wore his signature red coat, however it was in pristine condition.
“Guess so.”
’By now, I had the weapons I use today. The Rebellion was a weapon my father used. It was lost to time after his supposed demise. Got it off an unlucky bastard who didn’t know what he was carrying around. The two pistols I carry around were used later on in his life, they too were found in the underworld market. Won them after a drinking contest. Poor bastard didn’t stand a chance.’
The demons surrounded him on all sides, he had his arms crossed and his foot on the head of the last demon he downed. A cigarette hung in his mouth slowly burning as he sucked on it, “This is pathetic.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out the smoke, “Come on then,” he said bored and lazily, “I don’t have all day.”
One at a time they came forward following the leader almost. Hesitant at first but eventually they were all converging in on him from all sides. He kicked the demon away from himself and it flew into the crowd giving him enough time to draw both pistols and turn in a 360 firing off both weapons rapidly taking out the entire front shell. As he turned he went to a knee avoiding all the attacks the second wave had for him.
But he was still surrounded. From the outside you would see the glint of metal as the Rebellion was drawn and cut down all that surrounded him. He slashed his way through the crowd swing for swing before twisting the grip of the sword and grabbing it with his other hand. The sword shifted straight into a scythe.
He put a foot on the inside of the blade and flipped forward cutting through the closest demon, during his flip he slashed out with the scythe screwing over the next row behind them. His feet landed on the ground and he simply twisted bringing the scythe blade close to his body but making it an easy weapon as the closest demons were cut down, during this twist the scythe extended outward cutting through the farther ranks.
He paused for only a moment to flick the cigarette that was between his fingers still. It hit the demon straight in the eye right before the scythe came straight down and shifted into an axe as it cleaved into his neck.
Dante pressed his foot against the demons face and kicked him off his axe. “I’m beginning to think you’re not taking me serious at all.”
’These attacks began daily. I’d fight my way through the demons until they stopped coming then I’d go about my day. It was like a shitty alarm clock. So, I made a name for myself and a living all the same. Opened up a demon hunting business, made money off just my daily routine. Called it the Devil May Cry.’
Chapter 3
Devil May Cry
“I’ve got a job to do here. Move out the way. C’mon get out the way.” The crowd around him was screaming in terror as the demons burst into their reality in the shopping mall killing several people and feasting on them.
Finally he raised one of his guns and fired clearing the path away from him, “For fucks sake.”
He walked into the open and stared at the demons while they gnawed on the human corpses, “Devil may cry… Uh… I’m here to kill you.” Dante stared at them and shrugged, “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to come up with a jingle for that later. Let’s rock.”
’The jobs became more frequent. The pay was good, but I did myself no favors with the damage I’d do and the repairs I’d have to pay for. I found myself in debt more than anything else, but business was booming.’
Dante was standing in a pool of blood, his jacket worn in and slightly tattered; obviously time had gone by a good number of years. There lay corpses of freshly slain demons at his feet. A large thud hit the ground behind him. Dante slowly turned with a smirk on his face, “Aww, come on.”
The demon roared mightily at him before lunging straight at him smashing the ground with its fist. It lifted its hands and there was nothing there. A sharp whistle blasted in its ear as Dante landed next to it and jumped avoiding the quick swipe from the demon which destroyed the entire wall. It began moving in on him swiping and trying to murder him with each slam and swipe of its hands.
Dante was far too seasoned to just fall to something so pathetic. He kept dodging waiting for the demon to just punch itself out. And finally it did, its massive body lumbered slowly toward him roaring still ferociously. Dante just laughed in its face.
“All that muscle and body weight finally got to ya?” He walked toward it, “Too bad. I was kinda hoping for a good fight. I’ve been taking the trash out so much that I’m starting to lose interest in your shit.” He pulled the Rebellion free from his back and rested it on his shoulder.
“See you later,” He swung it cleaving the demon straight in half with little to no resistance. The camera in the area locked onto him, he looked up slowly at it, “I’m coming for you.”
Chapter 4
The King of the Underworld
“Just like your father. Too big for your fucking boots,” Mundus looked into the monitor, “Me, a god, you a piece of shit.” Dante smashed the camera.
’I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. But I didn’t give much a shit either. So I cut my way through Mundus’s hordes of demons, broke those shit cameras, ventured deeper into Limbo. He wanted to talk shit? That’s fine.’
“Dante, I’m going to stomp you out like I did your pathetic fucking whore mother,” Mundus spit out his cigar and was rolling his sleeves back.
Dante just smirked at him and shrugged to his left and right, “Whore Mother? I don’t know much about my mother, but if you’re calling me a son of a bitch, you wouldn’t be the first.” Dante pulled his sword free and ran straight at Mundus. He turned his body enough to thrust the sword powerfully at his foe.
Mundus however clapped his hands together at the tip of the blade stopping it in place then pulled it to his right letting go of the sword then drove his arm through Dante cloths lining him to the ground. Mundus turned and kicked Dante straight in the face sliding him across the floor. “Dante the demon killer? You’re just a little bitch.”
He was still lying on his stomach. Dante finally pulled himself together and pushed himself to his feet, “It’s got a nice ring to it, don’t it?” Dante moved forward again thrusting his sword in the same way, Mundus yet again caught it, but Dante let go of his sword and planted both of his feet across Mundus’s face dropping him. He landed on his feet and grabbed his sword before it hit the ground and turned his body throwing it as Mundus began standing.
The sword caught Mundus in the chest and pinned him to the ground.
"Stomp on that shit head.”
Mundus instantly rose to his feet, the sword still sticking from his chest. Dante turned his head slightly with a smile, “Alright then. Round two.” The sword flew from his chest, Dante jumped and caught it. Mundus appeared behind Dante now and smashed him toward the ground, as he fell Mundus appeared again at ground level driving his foot through Dante hurling him into the air again. This time Dante’s guns came free.
He spiraled and fired at the same time in rapid succession peppering the demon with lead. And then he was dragged straight into Limbo, the walls exploded outward the ceiling parted and Mundus himself ripped apart growing in mass until he was four times Dante’s size. He was entirely a black mass of darkness.
His voice filled the area now holding a chaotic possessed tone, “Dante, I will devour you as I devoured your father and mother. I will shit you out like the dog you are.”
“Oh yeah?” Dante smirked looking up at him, “Shit on this.”
Dante jumped as the mass shot out for where he was standing. He swiped with his sword far out of its normal range but the blade shot out like a bladed whip cutting through the darkness but largely doing no damage to it at all. Dante landed and jumped rolling to the side as the mass shot out again hitting the ground. He continued running as the mass began dragging in his direction all the while he was pegging .50 Caliber bullets into the central mass that he was running around.
The three red eyes burned in his direction following him, “Nothing but a bitch!” Dante stopped and jumped back flipping over the swiping mass, but Mundus was ready for this as another tendril of darkness shot out hitting Dante square in the chest throwing him away. Dante hit the ground and rolled, he didn’t move at all. The darkness loomed over him.
“Just like your father, weak, cocky, and rebellious. Had you only accepted who you were and joined me… But like father like son.”
The darkness went to crush him but suddenly Dante’s hair turned white, an angelic holy aura surrounded him and he rolled out the way just in time. In a crouched position he raised both pistols, “Just saying, you talk too much. Coulda finished me off there, but like all cliché movie villains you had to do a monologue. So, let’s rock!”
The black mass that was Mundus shot out in a large area with hundreds of dark tendrils looking to impale Dante. All the while he opened fire, his bullets now encased in holy powers that cut the darkness down as it hit every tendrils spot on destroying them. Dante stood up and began strutting to his right while facing Mundus head on still shooting into the mass blowing chunk upon chunk of darkness off the mass.
Mundus roared out obviously frustrated by the new found holy power in Dante, “What? You don’t like that? Here have some more!”
Dante holstered both pistols as he ran directly at the mass and pulled his sword free, but Mundus moved forward all at once and engulfed him within his mass. Dante fell through Limbo shattering through the walls, the floor, every window, every reality until he landed face first on cold stone.
“Mother fucker,” he said pushing himself up.
’Yep, that bitch threw me into another reality because I got the edge on him… Fuckin’ Pussy. So here I am.’
Dante sat on top of one of the large statues by the church smoking a cigarette looking down at Aircano.
’Business is booming.’
