His eyes felt sore, trying to accommodate to the overwhelmingly bright void around him. As he tried to remember where he was, he noticed that the space around him seems dimensionless. He stared into what could either be endless, or a 6 cubic feet room, and wondered why he had this fresh minty taste in the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Dante remembered, where he was and what he came to do. At the same time, a spectacle of lights in colors more vivid than anything he ever saw. When he tried to concentrate and observe it, it died out. Leaving Dante shrugging, "Oh well" and moved thought to a more pressing matter and yelled, "Where are you, you rat bastard!"

In an instant the swarm of lights had returned, taking Dante by surprise. He grabbed for his guns, only to realize they were not there. Yet another surprise, he scoffed, jumped back and reached for Rebellion. Only to find it not there. With a sour face he said, "Damn it... I never liked surprises-"

He rolled and flailed around, trying to stay on the move, while he was desperately trying to think of a way out or a strategy. With disbelieve he saw the intensity and number of the swarm grow to immensity, and he knew there was only one thing to do. He took a deep breath, gave up on strategy and let instincts guide him. As he felt himself slip into the warrior role, the lights lessened and stabilized.

"Hey, what the hell! I was just getting warmed up-" As he said that, an array of lights pulsed through the brightness. And then it hit him. He was no longer battle ready and said, "Oh, hell yeah! That's awesome!" Dante his hands on his hips and laughed out, "Ha! So that's what my brain looks like from the inside?!" Then he cracked his fingers and smirked "Let's put it to the test..."

He took stance as a leader of an orchestra, and started wiggling his fingers. Small arrays of the vivid stream came out, more in control now, and started dancing around, to the humming of the director. They grew more intense as Dante started flailing around, jumping and definitely enjoying himself.

Slowly but surely words became to form, until it clearly read Dante Rulez.

"Oh Yeah!" he shouted satisfied. Like a proud kid he gazed upon his creation but then was struck with a new idea and he murmured to himself, "I wonder if this would work..." He opened his hands out in front of him and closed his eyes. Concentrating so hard, that little veins in his arms and neck popped up, the little lights began to take shape in his hands. Dante opened his eyes to see two sets of hands, holding his. The gentle women hands invited him to look at where they came from. An invitation he gladly accepted, and he looked up to be amazed at what he saw. Two beautiful young women, one light brown with short dark curly hair, the other a milky white broad with such blond hair, it almost merged with the pale background.

"Ladies," Dante said with the biggest grin known in mankind, "Would you like to play some games with me?" He looked them deep in the eyes while kissing their hands. They replied with the voice of angels, "Oh, of course, Dante, what do you have in mind?"

Smug, he replied, "Oh, I don't know a lot... But I am good with my fingers... If you catch my drift?"

"Oh, yes... Let's get some action," the brown chick replied, as they both came closer to his body. Leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek, their breasts pushed gently against him. Dante was ready to be swept away and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes and looked down at what was in his hands. He brought the guns up to eye level and kissed the barrels, "Ebony. Ivory. It was my pleasure. Let's kick some ass!" Dante said.

The confident demon slayer turned around and started walking when a giant wooden door appeared in front of him. It opened with a cracking sound and was slammed shut after being passed through. The door disappeared with the same fashion it turned up and in a flash the bright room was filled with nothingness again.

After Dante had stepped through the door, what he saw on the other side was not what he meant for. Just as he had created his guns in the bright room, he had created this portal. The destination was supposed to be the brood chamber of the vile creature housed inside him. Yet, it wasn't that chamber he was facing. He knew it was the succubus' way of trying to fight him off. With a sense of disappointment in his willpower, he tried to figure out where, or rather, how far he was from his attempted goal.

Dante was facing a, what seemed infinitely, long hallway, with a number of "rooms" attached to it. in closer inspection he noticed it were actually cells. The rooms were locked with heavy locks and fortified with steel lacing. Each door had a one-way peeking hole in it, so that whoever was outside could look in. He noticed that some doors were barricaded more heavily than others and that these had name tags next to it.

Dante approached the door that said Gluttony, and curiously peeked through the hole. He saw an enormously obese man, with white hair and wild grown beard filling, drowning himself in pizza and strawberry sundays like a rabid beast, wildly devouring anything to quench his hunger. Suddenly it stopped and looked straight at the door, as if it knew it was being watched. Dante's eyes spread open with shock and awe and said to himself, "What the fuck?!" For it was a "spitting" image of himself, inside the room of filth and disgust. The gluttonized man, who was rather quick for his size, "crawled" to the corner and trembled in shame, muttering, "Don't look at me! Stop laughing!" The rambling continued for a while, but after that it seemed as he forgot about it all, and returned to feasting.

Dante stumbled back shocked and confused by what he had just witnessed. But he was also curious to know what was hidden behind the other doors.

When he walked up to a door that said Lust, he heard sniggering coming from begin the door. On the other side was another form of Dante, squatting naked in the middle of the room, surrounded by dirty magazines and panties. His tongue was long and pointy and his dribble formed a little pool of saliva underneath him. The lustful creature turned another page of the magazine, he held it sideways and gazed upon it. "Hoo... ghehehehehehe... Boobies!" He whispered to himself as he licked his own lips and he burst out in laughter. He held the magazine with one hand, while his other ventured down his stomach. Dante had now stepped away from the door, he could imagine what it was doing on the other side, and let out with a big sigh. He walked along the hall and looked at some more of the name tags: Vanity, Rage, Prejudice and thought to himself: What the fuck is going here?

The gloomy place gave him the sensation of insanity and he didn't like it. Stirred up with memories of a past, he thought, long forgotten, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to regain his bearings.

While he was exhaling he felt a rhythmic touch, tapping on his shoulder. It took him by surprise, he quickly turned around, cocked out his guns ready to unleash guns blazing. Frustratingly, there was nothing. Bound not to give up, he switched stance, now pointing Ebony in one direction and Ivory in the other. He stood there like a statue, with trigger-fingers ready to snap at the least sound or sight of movement.

But then he noticed, he was alone. But still cautious, for the hallway had changed. A thick black goo had been added to walls and ceiling, and had been slowly dripping down on his trench coat, leaving black stains.

Cursing, Dante tried to wipe the corruption off, but it only smudged out. He was not amused, "Fuck... Now I'll have to dry-clean it again...Grrr."

Rather fast the dripped-down black mush had become a significant heap, and it appeared as if it began to take shape of some sort of animal. He heard a far away rumble that vastly came closer. The big bile in front of him was now complete in his form and had the shape of a big anaconda. Dante was curious as to what it would do and remained still, but in a state of awareness.

It seemed the anaconda hadn't noticed him at first, but then suddenly lunged, fangs prompting out, at his throat. This time, Dante was not taken by surprise and had dodged the giant snake skillfully. While the beast was whiffing by he had grabbed it by the throat, pinning it to the wall. A smile came onto his face, aware of the irony of the situation. "This is for my coat, you piece of shit!" he said, just before he shot the vile beast in the slimy head. It's head exploded, leaving Dante's hands covered in the dark stuff.

This was clearly the succubus' doing, sending out the corruption to attack him.

Dante had returned to his confidence, for he knew they wouldn't best him this easily, he had faced worse. The rumbling had come to eye sight, it was a wave of corrupt creatures.

Like rabid beasts they were sprinting through the asylum halls. Dante relaxed and holstered his guns.

He put his hand forward and inside it appeared his Rebellion and he whiffed it around to loosen his shoulders and get his bearings on the in-mind sword. When he was done "calibrating" a smile rose to his lips and he said, "Oh yeah! This is gonna be fun!" after which he ran straight into the horde, slashing and brutalizing at any sight of movement.

At the end of the first wave, Dante was now covered in goo, but he didn't mind. He was having a blast.

Then came the second wave, with, what seemed the same primal drive, they attacked him straight on, thus so did he. But then he felt a change inside him. The world started spinning, he became nauseous and he felt himself turn a bit more insane. Like his primal urges were getting stronger, more dominant.

He wondered what is could be, and then it hit him. The corruption was not as easily killed as he first thought they would. The former "dead" beasts had revived and now were attacking the doors, corroding away at the fortified lacings. He knew that he would be unable to control himself if they would break through, he also knew he couldn't kill the corruption this way. He had to kill the source... The succubus. He was already planning on doing that, but now it was a race against the clock.

There was no time to waste, so he ran off, neglecting the corruption, down the hall his eyes vexed on any clue that might hint the end of it.

As he was running down the hall, he was running quite a while now, it came to his attention that he was running in a loop, and when he thought about it, it wasn't a surprise. He was actually lying on a brown stained sofa in a crappy trailer on a crappy forest. He had stopped running and realized, the entire battle was in his mind, and every aspect of it had proven not to follow the laws of nature and logic thinking, so why would he limit himself to that?

He had created his weapons, and the portal that brought him here, by sheer will power. What kept him from using the same strategy now?

Dante faced the wall, where the output of corruption was thickest, and closed his eyes.

"Damnit... I said I fucking hate meditating..." he muttered, "Well, let's give it a try".

He took a deep breath and started meditating, it crossed his mind that he was now meditating while he was spacing out his guts on acid.

He focused on one specific point and tried to "go" all out. Little sweat drops appeared onto his brown and little by little the layers of corruption were blistering away.

Finally a hole, big enough, was cast into the wall and quickly he crawled through. With his trench coat all dirty, he figured it could be left behind. It wasn't real anyway, after all.

He now was half naked, in a red-ish room, but he was not alone. In the middle of the room lay a naked young woman, definitely in her prime. Obviously she had noticed Dante crawling through and began to make her way towards him, with hips swaying. It would make it hard for anyone not to be taken off guard. Not to mention the fact that she was naked and she didn't beat around the bush about it. As Dante, she was trotting with purpose. As she approached him, he gave in, as would any man or woman. Taking her in his arms, grinding in a full body embrace. Her lips reached out to his ears and sensually whispered, "I want you... I need you to... Fill. Me. Up." She looked him dead in the eyes and moved in for a kiss. Her lips parted and his head tilted. Her eyes dilated and his heart pounded.

*BANG BANG*

Her skin wasn't soft anymore, nor was it warm. It was cold and covered in red scales. The creature jumped back, dodging Rebellion's slash, but scratching Dante's chest with her claws.

"That hurt, you fucking bitch!" Dante yelled while looking at the marks on his chest.

"I could tell you the same, little shit!" the succubus shouted, not with a soft voice anymore, but harsh and bitter. She looked at her hand which covered her stomach area, blood squirted from the two bullet holes. With a hissing noise the holes seared shut and she uttered a growl of disliking.

"Son of Sparda! I will kill you for what that betraying cunt did to us!" she growled, "I am Nerophage, the last of my kind, thanks to that ignorant..."

"Yeah? I don't care..." Dante interrupted her, " But I will gladly finish his work! Bring it!"

Fueled by rage, she grew wings and dashed screaming towards the young devil. Stylishly he dodged her attack with a summersault, slashed off one of her wings and landed with sword and wing in hand.

Nerophage screamed out in agony but was not out for the count. Even more one with her anger, she dashed towards him again. Dante, this time, side stepped and slashed with his sword. This time she had anticipated his move and blocked the sharp edged sword with her thick scaled arms. With her long nails she pierced through his underarms, severing tenants from muscles, making him drop his sword.

Blood gushed out of his wounds, but Dante would not give up, he noticed his nails were stuck for a brief moment. He took this advantage to hit her hard in the face with her cut off wing. Sending her back against the wall. Dante now picked up his sword again, and rushed towards the bleeding succubus.

He lunged towards her and stabbed her in the heart, the neck and once again in the face for good measure.

Once the lifeless cRreature stopped twitching and bleeding, he knew it was dead. It was over. Leaving him with only one question... "How the hell do I get out of this place?" He tried to remember if Jamal had said something about it, but he hadn't... Or Dante had forgotten about it already. He figured the only thing he could do was remain here, until the LSD wore off.

"Well... Might as well have some fun," he said to himself and the female bodies of Ebony and Ivory had returned...

"So... What was that game you wanted to play?" Ivory said, while she glomped him.

"Well..." Dante said, "It involves a blind fold, some whipped cream and no clothing..."

It had been six hours since Dante had taken his LSD-mint cocktail.

Bertrand had dosed off when Jamal woke him up with a slap to the head.

"Wakeup, ya? He's be commin 'round now"

Once Dante had woken up, he remembered all what happened like a weird dream. Wondering if it had been real in the first place. He looked over at the desk and saw his guns and he knew it didn't really matter. It had been real enough for him.

He got up to stretch his legs when Jamal asked him, "So it is gone? Did you drive it away?"

Coldly Dante replied, "Yeah, I killed it. That ought to do it..."

Jamal uttered, "You didn't have to kill it, it would have been a prime sample for my studies!"

"Yeah, fuck that... She made it personal," Dante sneered. "All poops and giggles aside, I'll be going now. I need to take a leak, now I finally can..."

Dante put on his coat, which was not dirty at all and strapped on his weapons. With a confident smile, he stepped out of the trailer. He gave an absent salute while he disappeared back into the forest, off to a new adventure.

But first, a bathroom...