Dante looked at the woman and engulfed her with his wings, making her entire body disappear completely. He now held Avarice by his side, or rather, the New Avarice.
"Will this cost something?" Dante questioned, feeling a discordance. "Will this really not cost me anything?" He questioned again.
"No," he heard, then fell silent, watching all the destruction he had caused. His strength stabilized, his energy surges stopped, his dominion began to unravel, and the Eclipse died.
"Supreme Demonic Weapon, Excalibur," Dante said, and from his hand the sword began to emerge. He looked within himself and saw King Arthur, not pleased to see his Sacred sword corrupted. "I'll fix this when I have time, I won't tarnish your honor," Dante said with respect, and Arthur nodded.
"Legacies... are complicated. If I'm not careful, I could truly lose them if I keep rejecting them like this," Dante said in the space of his mental world as he walked to see the changes.
In fact, his mental world had transformed into a part of the Inferno Dimension, more precisely the Tenth Floor of Hell.
"Sanctuary," Dante said, as he named his world, a beautiful world formed by scarlet red rivers and cozy little temples. The sky was completely blue, unlike the completely black clouds before. There were flowered fields of Spider-Lilies and various tombs, symbolizing the beings he had killed.
"This is calm," Dante said as he sat in a Lotus position in a small temple.
"Want to tell me why you decided to bring that woman back to life?" Dante said, and a Man manifested in front of him, Alter Dante had... changed.
Long White hair, completely black eyes, and a robust demeanor. He was a cover of the new Dante, but in light tones.
"Her soul was in her body. I believe it's better to have an 'Original' by your side in the future," Alter said, and Dante raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that's really Eva?" Dante questioned.
"Well, in general terms, it's a Fragment of Eva. Her soul was fragmented over time and may be wandering around in other forms. As they appear, maybe we can merge them, but that's for later," Alter said, and continued. "Cultivation. You've reached the Master Realm." He said. Dante had skipped several stages to get to this point.
"Compared to Morgana, who is in the King Stage, you probably can still fight her now in close combat, but magic is difficult to handle," He said, something that left Dante horrified after all... "Yes, you're already reaching out to your women little by little," Alter said.
"And this power that-" Dante was about to comment, but Alter raised his hand. "This is just a skill of the Progenitors. Don't rely on it. Avarice was a dead cocoon for Authority, she was easy to defeat, now... The others, who have adapted to your body for millions of years, will be complicated for a Master Level. I recommend you keep cultivating."
"I would do that already," Dante commented and Alter nodded. "Yes Yes. Now return before they notice and try to attack you. The Little Prince is about to fight you again if you keep looking at this place. Your body is still there."
Dante opened his eyes and was faced with something he never thought he would see... "Are you really going to kneel and beg?" He questioned as he saw Ethan on the ground on his knees, next to a slightly broken sword.
He trembled with fear, his entire existence exuded horror, it was as if he had seen a God in front of him, an evil god that would corrode his soul. Well, he wasn't wrong.
"Please... spare me... this was ten years ago," He said, pleading for his life as his body continued to bleed.
"Tsk, how pathetic," Dante was already losing the will to fight. It was so... Insignificant. "Aaralyn," Dante said and the woman appeared in front of him. "Yes, my master," She said quickly.
"Summon Nagasawa," He said and Aaralyn disappeared. The reason for this? It was time for Ethan to understand that he messed with the wrong person.
They were far away to avoid problems, so Aaralyn appeared amidst the women coming out of his shadow. "The Master is summoning you, Nagasawa Scarlet," She said respectfully and Nagasawa raised her eyebrows... "He wants me to do his work, doesn't he? Well, I would love to," She said and propelled herself toward Dante, who was standing looking at a desperate Ethan.
"What's wrong," she said, still angry at this idiot for hiding that he was alive all this time. Of course, she still didn't know the circumstances, but she wouldn't give in to this big idiot! At least that's what this woman thought.
Dante saw the woman's serious expression, she was clearly angry, very angry. But him? He already knew how to deal with her...
"I'll punish you if you keep acting like this with me," Dante said, and Nagasawa turned even more furious. "Don't think I'm that perverted demon!" She shouted and Dante was startled... 'Okay, I was an idiot.'
Dante approached her calmly, and she noticed the approach. "What are you going to do," she said seriously, and he couldn't help but find it cute how she was beautiful when angry. Dante's large hands touched her face, and she was slightly startled and turned to the other side, not wanting to look at him.
"Hey, look at me," Dante said, and Nagasawa denied, but subtly. "What-", her muscular body was pulled into a tight hug as he held her spine, preventing her from making any movement to pull away. "You're mine, it's enough to be angry because I want to love you even more," he said, "I overcame death to come love you more, isn't that enough?"
Dante's words entered her head like an arrow, after all... Dante overcame death to come back to her again, why is she so angry? Despite being absurd to think about it, it was true. Dante was killed and yet, he came back to her.
"It's enough...", she murmured softly as she pouted, the woman's posture completely broke and she became just one thing again... "My Viper," He said and kissed her.
The kiss was calm and small, they were still on the battlefield so he couldn't keep showing off and lowering his guard at any moment like this, when they pulled away, she seemed a little shy, but looked at the man lying in front of her...
'It's your fault.' She thought, all discernment about right and wrong died, in front of her was just one thing... The unfortunate one who made her suffer for ten years.
"He's all yours," Dante said, with a mischievous smile, and Nagasawa's eyes, red as blood, began to manifest in a brutal look of hatred and resentment.
She unsheathed the ice nunchaku, which Dante had given her, the only memory she could take with her for ten years. Despite this, she never reached the Grandmaster stage in weapons.
"You," she said and with a strike, Ethan's arm exploded into millions of pieces, turning into shards of ice.
"Dared," she said, breaking the other arm.
"To try to kill me!" she said, breaking his legs.
Only the trunk and head remained in place, Nagasawa, however, raised her hands and a green mist, followed by small neon drops, began to come out of her nails. "What is this?" Dante wondered, after all, she didn't have so much strength when he left ten years ago, was she at a high level?
Yes of course, but she wasn't comparable to Morgana, Valentina, not even the sword masters or anyone of a higher caliber, however...
Dante thought about Velryna's words, from a few days ago. 'I'm the one who stopped in time, right?' He wondered, Nagasawa's hand began to approach Ethan, who no longer felt anything.
The pain was so excruciating that he had no reaction, what good would it do to scream? He just cried in pain, without making a single sound.
Before Nagasawa could place her venomous hand on Ethan's face. "Wait." Dante said and Nagasawa turned "What? Let me kill him right away!" She roared, she was obsessed with anger remembering several past things.
"Hm? He has to suffer, kill him after he regrets living." Dante said and began to heal Ethan again, as if nothing had happened to him. "There, now, he's all yours." Dante said with a captivating smile, after all, it had been a long time and he wanted to see how his beautiful wife tortured the enemy. Nagasawa, who smiled at him. After all... It was a great pleasure to kill this trash!
Again, the torture began. Breaking his limbs and healing them, destroying him completely and then healing him again, it was all an infinite cycle of suffering from which Ethan could no longer escape, this was his karma, everything he did to Dante's kingdom and family turned against him.
This was just the beginning of the end of times, the beginning of his eternal torture trapped by Dante's hell chains, a divine comedy that would be told to everyone in the future.
The First man that Hell welcomed to be the test toy, a soul that would be tortured until the end of time, something that honestly, will never happen.
After all, the World will never end.