"Mamma!'

"Dante, go hide!"

"But Vergil is missing mamma!"

"Just go hide"

The last thing Dante heard haunted him.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!"

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Dante woke in a cold sweat. The image of his mother was still fresh in his mind. He could still see her face covered in blood. He could see demons jeer as they slowly tore his mother limb from limb. Dante never knew a person had so much blood stored in their veins. His mother's eyes appeared, tearing his soul apart. Oh God, how his soul fell to pieces when he thought of his mother's eyes.

Dante looked over at the clock. It blinked 12 o' clock. He watched as the clock continued to blink. The clock seemed to mock him. Torturing him about time. Dante turned his gaze and looked out the window. A blood red moon gazed at him, begging him to give in to her gaze and his bloodlust.

Dante could feel the bloodlust rising in him. He wanted to see demons beg for mercy, to have them scream in agony as he ended their meaningless existence. He wanted to feel them struggle and try to escape his wrath. Dante wanted to kill every demon that killed his mother.

Dante sat up. He was breathing heavily and his eyes flickered from their normal color to red. He tried to calm the bloodlust, to no avail. It was going to take him over tonight and drive him until he could see, feel, taste nothing but blood.

Dante rose from his bed, eyes glowing a devilish red. He didn't bother grabbing his coat on the way out of the door. All he needed tonight was his sword and twin pistols. Dante looked at his shop one last time as he stepped out. Then, he disappeared into the shadows to hunt every demon scum that crossed his path.