-The rain drops slowly collapsed along his face before they grew into a downpour. Waking him up slowly, he could feel again, he could see again, thought barely. As his vision blurry gazing down at the mud and rocks below him. And then like a train it hit him right away. Multiple pain and discomfort through his entire frame. Cuts, and the dried blood stinging though they finally healed up fully. It was as if he had really died? As his ocean hues finally fully opened out and his vision back to normal. The legendary devil slayer finally pushed himself out of the hole along the rock formation he had slammed into.
-Falling down into the wet dirt below. His coat and attire torn and dirty. His body stiff as a board. And he could slowly begin to smell smoke. Gazing around he wasnt sure where he was. Fallen into some kind of ravine of sorts. Gazing upward he could see the bright orange lights and the smoking rolling through the rain. He leaped up easily, though his whole body still felt like hell. And that was when it all crashed back to him. The chase, Yamato, his brothers sword. The battle with Azmodan, but the ending. It was all a blur. What stood before him was a ruin city in flames and rubble. The entire city of DeadHaven was reduced to nothing.
-Dante couldnt explain it, he sensed empty and death. Had the battle with Azmodan been this drastic? Did he lose? It felt as though Dante had been laid down in that ravine for days. His guns, and weapons all gone as he gazed up at the sky then running his hand through his hair. It was when he noticed it. Only to glaze right back to his wrist again instantly. The chains of mephistopheles were gone! The ancient demon seal tattoos placed on him had vanished. Dante opened his black vest under his coat to reveal his chest suddenly. The ink was fading rapidly, he grew a slight panic and dared off into the dark rainy night.
-He hadnt much time, unable to find any of his gear. He quickly took running at a blinding speed as he headed to reach a cliffside end. And he leaped off it in a wide jump reaching out into the air. The wind chimed as Rebellion flung from wreckage and rubble slicing through the rain and into Dante's hand in near instant. Dante then charged the blade with his demonic energy as it began to glow a bright red. The sword infused with his power was cosmic level as he then threw it toward the ground. It stuck in and then exploded revealing a demon portal straight to where he needed to go. Dante fell down into the portal grabbing his sword as he passed and it closed;
-The portal exploded open before a massive looking monastery like building. Seemingly in a wild looking realm, it was then Dante using his demonic power. He could feel his soul going into flux. As he reached to grab the door handle to go inside. His hand flashed between his demon body and his human form. It felt as if diablo was breathing down his neck; "Kasmina..." -Dante opened the large door slowly struggling in;
It almost seemed that it was days ago when Kasmina had first met the Devil Hunter, placed the Chains of Mephistopheles on his body, and moved into his Realm. The day Dante had saved her still haunted her memories, and her sleep, most nights were filled with nightmares and she knew her screams echoed throughout the halls from them, but not once had anyone questioned her about it. Now, she spent her day's furthering her Dark Arts and constantly reminding herself that she was one of the 3 Witches of her kind left, and any progression made, the more powerful she got, the more she would be hunted, she constantly had a bounty on her head.
Sitting In front of Kasmina, resting upon a massive black desk, was the Book of Breathings. In it contained a spell that would help her try and track down that last of her people, or help her get into contact with them. At least she hoped. Her people were skilled in hiding, and these witches were much more powerful than her. The book opened, turning exactly to the page she had needed, and her eyes slowly scanned the pages. Reading the words once. Grabbing the knife that set next to the book, she ran the smooth blade across her palm and instantly balled her hand, raising it over the pages, and watched as it dripped onto it. Instantly dropping the knife, she slowly began to repeat the words. "Cibè àit to air an aimer fhàistineach tusa." And so she kept repeating those words until her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes went a pitch-black, none of the whites of her eyes left. Then they shut.
When she opened them again, she was surrounded by snow. Her breath was visible in the freezing air. She gave a full spin, taking in the sight before her. Snow and ice-covered mountains, and a small cave before her, illuminated with blue fire, instead of a red. She took step after step in the freezing snow towards the light until the cave swallowed her silhouette, and then she felt as if she was falling. The icy land was gone, and it was pitch black, and her feet never touched any ground. She was just... there. "H-Hello...." She whispered out. There was nothing but silence. She called out once more, and as she did a pair of golden eyes glimmered throughout the darkness.
"Kasmina." It rasped. The creature stalked in a circle, never once leaving Kasmina's eyes as she watched it. Then its head came into view and her eyes widened. The Demon Azazel stood before her. During Kasmina's tracking spell, Azazel had been tracking her, using the blood of one of her Kind to find her, interrupting her spell to bring her to him, her mind at least. Her mortal body still sat within the Dark Realm, eyes black as the midnight sky and drops of blood dripping out of her nose. Even though it could have felt like a mere minute or two, Kasmina had sat there for hours, her power slowly draining as Azazel kept her mind trapped with him. And there, she was face to face with him.
It was then, as Azazel's clawed hand reached out to grasp for her, she heard her name once more. This time it was more familiar and a cry for help. Dante. She fought the darkness Azazel had been keeping her trapped in, and with a single word she managed from her lips, Azazel was gone, and there she sat back in her room, gasping for air. Blood dripped from her nose, eyes, and ears, but that was the least of her concerns. She was a streak of black as she appeared in front of Dante. Her eyes were bewildered as she was him. His form was shifting, and her eyes met the eyes of Diablo. "Shit, shit, shit! Dante, what the fuck did you do? And now of all times!" She growled, grabbing his arm, and pulling him inside, making sure the doors behind him were shut securely. His timing was the worst. She was drained and tired, and from the looks, as it so was he. She made her way to Dante, her hands making quick work of his coat and vest, tossing them to the side, as she watched the last of the chains disappear fully. Her eyes met his and she whispered softly, "I need you to fight him a little bit longer, Dante." One of her hands rested upon his chest and the other on his abdomen, and she willed the energy she had left, and started chanting in the foreign language Enochian, she spell she had used to give him those chains, but she was struggling. Diablo was fighting her powers, just as he was fighting Dante for control. She knew what would happen if she couldn't get those chains back on Dante's flesh, and it was something neither of them could afford at the moment.
-Dante was struggling immensely. He was confused, nothing had made sense. It one moment he was fighting Azmodan, then suddenly he awoke in a heap of a mess. A surge of demon energy was about to explode out his chest. He wasnt even sure it was Diablo. All he knew was that the power in his body was crippling him at an alarming rate. His human body could not contain this. As Kamina acted quickly, Dante could barely focus though he knew something was off with her. He could feel her magic faint and as she began to chant and draw the seals back on through magic.
-Dante growled with a voice that echoed the halls and shook the entire foundation. As the demonic tones were wild and ghastly. He screamed her name; "KASMINA!!!" -He screamed as the very ground Dante was standing on was turning dark and looked tainted. His breathing was heavy. And finally after a few moments of outbursts of red lightning and objects levitating through out. The devil trigger flashes ceased and Dante was fine temporarily. "NO...No time...you gotta hand key them.."
-When Kasmina first applied the Chains of Mephistopheles, she used an enchanted Tattoo-Gun. As her skill set of a tattoo artist, using her magic she was world renown for creating "healing" tattoos. And special inked seals for all sorts of things. However the Chains of Mephistopheles was not just a simple walk in the park. Each application of a seal was damaging on the body. But Dante was running out of options. And he knew this was the only way. As he pointed to the silver case along her desk he took a deep breath slowly pulling his attire off piece by piece as the seals along his body still slowly fading off; "just do it!"
-Dante had taken a beating in his time. Survived so many wounds and battle scars. But the searing pain of the application the first time still haunted him to this day. He stood up out of the seat she had placed him in as he began to strip completely heading toward a far corner. Dante pressed a switch revealing a operation like table and slowly he began to strap himself in; "I think...I know what happened..." -Dante never one to pull the punches simply gazed back at Kasmina with a glare as he locked himself in to the table standing; "you have an hour tops....or ill explode....and level the entire realm" -Dante reached for a mouth guard and placed it into his mouth before securing the last restraints along his body; "no pressure yeah.."
-He said as literal red sparks shot from his mouth as he spoke. His soul was in influx, struggling to balance itself. If Dante did explode, Dante's soul would be free and easy for Diablo to take. And a quicker resurrection would take place. The fight with Azmodan, it was all starting to slowly flood his mind once more. And it made sense why the other evils were chasing Dante. They wanted to be beaten, for their defeat only fueled Diablo greater. A Challenge Dante would deal with when the time came. As the skies of the dark real drew darker than normal.
The floating castle of castle Locthwain, the demon castle and massive sky ship that Dante restored from the damned burning hells. As his own flagship castle. Was even starting to sway causing a great distortion visible through all the realms;
"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP DANTE! I KNOW WHAT I NEED TO DO!" Kasmina screamed back towards Dante. She paced over towards the silver box. Her hands gripped it tightly as she took a split moment to regain herself. She was tired, lightheaded, drained. Blood still slowly dribbled from her nose, but she just wiped it off. Her eyes watched Dante as stripped off his clothing and chained himself up to her tattooing table. This time she wouldn't be able to take her time on the chains. Even though every marking had to be perfect, precise, the stress he was about to endure on his body and put on her was immense.
She made quick work of setting everything up, double-checking all of the restraints on him, and sealing them with a few charms for an extra layer of protection for herself. With the gun in hand, mere inches away from his skin she eyed him one last time. "Don't you dare fucking move, or speak. If one thing goes wrong we are both done. Be a good boy and shut the fuck up." As she spoke the last words the needle of the gun met his skin, and thus began the reinstallment of the Chains of Mephistopheles.
Kasmina did her best to ignore his groans of pains, and any sparks that seered her skin from his struggling with Diablo. All of her concentration and remaining magic she could draw from him went into each seal. Her hand was steady and she drew each chain, faster than she normally would. Soon it would seem that the chains were drawing themselves, each one she added would slither around his body before stilling into their rightful place. As she worked, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the events that had happened before. Azazel. He was coming for her. She knew it. She could feel it. When? She didn't know. He had planned to track her. Keeping her trapped until she was weak, knew that Dante wouldn't be able to help her in his state. She gave a curse under her breath. She should have been more careful, more prepared... but just how did he track her? It was a blood tracking spell... he didn't have her blood. She had never met Azazel before... unless. No. It couldn't be? Did he kill Jeanne or Cereza? There was no way. They were both powerful witches, significantly more than her.
The hour was finally approaching its end, and Kasmina was on her last seal. It was taking everything she had to finish it. Dante wasn't much help. He had been struggling until most of the seals had been placing, and finally, he was quiet. As she finished the last seal she looked up at him. He was pale and sweaty. The pain was written all over his face, but he was out for the count for the time being. Much as the last time. He needed to heal, but the seals were placed. The Chains of Mephistopheles were back... hopefully for a long while.
As she stood up, and headed to put her equipment away, she heard screaming, and a loud growl, followed by the sound of her name. "KASMINA." The voice was all too familiar. Azazel. How had he tracked her to the Dark Realm so fast? The room to the door burst open, and there stood Azazel in all of his demonic glory. Within the split second before he targeted her, her clothing shifted. A tight leather bodysuit appeared on her body, her boots thigh high and black, with two of the Unforgiven on the back, the other two she wielded in her hands. West pointed directly at Azazel. "Why hello dollface, finally come to play?" She purred softly, blowing a kiss soon to be followed by the first rounds from her gun.
-Dante and Kasmina's relationship was always unique to say the least. As she yelled and screamed, though he knew it was always her style of dealing with things. She set up her things in no time and before Dante could let another word go, the sheer pain through his body instantly rose beyond as he strained hard biting down on the mouth guard. The reason it was so painful was because of what the Chains did. Their magical seals locked into his soul. Restricting his full power but also restricting Diablo from crossing over into this world. As each seal was applied, they locked on his soul causing cosmic pain.
-Kasmina continuing to work, after a few more applications. Suddenly Dante's soul began to express outward. Reflecting his powerful devil trigger state. His demonic red image flared around him snarling and howling from the immense pain. Soon, the beautiful blue eyes of Dante turned to a ghost white as the sheer. He gave a slight twitch and then, he was out. Even for a powerful man like him, the pain made him black out. After all, Dante was still half human. In no time she completed the seals. And finally Dante's demonic shadow converged back into his body and the everything around them felt quiet. Normal, no crazy explosion. No soul influx, just a near lifeless Dante covered in fresh ink and blood.
-As the door of her temple busted wide open. Somehow and someway, Azazel had tracked her, and was even able to gain access into the Dark realm. This was alarming in a number of ways. Though, it was most likely able to to do so through the emergency rift Dante opened up back on the mortal realm. While the portal itself closed, it left a signature along the ground that with the right knowledge one could "hack" and easily make their way here.
-Azazel was a very powerful demon, once an angel. And one of the biggest demons that the Umbra Witches prayed to for their powers. Course, after the witches war, that all changed. And while Azazel's true motives were unclear. One thing was for certain, he wanted Kasmina. As his wicked yellow eyes gazed upon her already suiting up and ready for the battle. He laughed as his wild and deep voice echoed through the halls; "you still defy me girl....you should bow before me!" -He snapped his fingers as small rifts slowly opened up from the ground and small lesser demons began flood the palace.
-They moved like lizard like beasts running up the walls and all around as Kasmina opened fire with her guns. Azazel had a sphere like shield around him. As he seemed to control the demons all of them converging toward her. "foolish! you are weak!...you will be MINE SOON!" -His voice echoed through her mind already claiming his victory and be able to channel his forces in here. This would not be easy. Azazel began to fly among the palace coordinating his demons to attack her. He then summoned his demonic black trident in his hand aiming it toward but then gazed at Dante's lifeless body strapped to the table ;
"hmm....two birds with one stone..." -Azazel blasted his trident as black lightning fired from it striking the area and exploding sending Dante on the table into the floor in a heap. As his body seemed to hardly move. Then he aimed the trident toward Kasmina firing several bolts at her one after the other; "bow!" -He yelled hovering above;
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