Chapter – 4

"You're not human, Dante, and you will never be human."

Dante drifted into a sleep that brought for a nightmare. The Nephilim entered an old dust-filled warehouse that looked to have not been used since the beginning of the Cold War. The air as he entered was cold and damp. Traces of puddles were formed by a day old rainstorm that entered down through the roof's holes. A cool breeze filtered through as the cloudy sky rolled slowly on. Dante then stopped and listened.

The faint howl of a creature resonated from the shadows that rested in the corners and unlit areas on the floor. Dante brandished dual arm-blades he had hidden in his trench coat sleeves. He saw the creatures appear from the dark; they were anything but human but they stood up and shrouded in a torn black cloaks. They hissed and snared as their circled the intruder. Dante readied Rebellion and took a ready stance. Before his attack a pain in his body, like it all of it was being electrocuted creating a numbing and pleasurable sensation. One of the creatures snarled and swung a blade at him. Dante evades and leaped back towards it with his eyes a blaze with teeth and claws set to rend.

Dante then muttered as he thrashed jerking his body onto a cold metal floor. When he came to his senses he signed exhaling as he was looking at the four light rings that lit the room on a dim setting. Dante found that a white sheet was placed under him like the hospital kind meant to make the patients feel comfortable will in their rooms. Expected, this place didn't look like a hospital of any kind. It looked more foreign. More alien.

Dante sighed. "Let me guess, I won the sweepstakes to Hawaii and I'm going there on a – Oh just stop it!"

Dante saw what appeared to be an automatic door like in so many sci-fi whatever-the-craps and to exit the room but what he didn't count on was the great flash of light with the smell and sight of rain.

The rain was light as pelted the wet ground and branches of large pines. This forest was not like the one he was hunted on previous, this one appeared to be the type of rainforest that you will on a subtropical coast northwest or northeast of the US. The air sent a breeze slightly through making Dante look down to see himself naked. Everything was gone save for his necklace; but the lack of covering didn't cause his to waver. If he was captured by more of those aliens he gets himself out of this predicament like he did the time he did in Limbo – the old fashion way – his favorite way.

The automatic door was heard closing behind him causing him to turn around. He only saw more trees walking and swinging his hand to see where the door would be – nothing.

" Ok, this is getting weird – like Limbo weird. " Dante said as he walked on to see where this goes . . .

. . . If anywhere that is.

Kujhade watched the mar'cte, or killer, she brought aboard her ship from the branches of the pines, cloak and silent. Through her mask's thermal vision she watched him enter the area for where she had a gift for him and a test.

The air became crisper as the rain slowed its pace as it past on. He pushed past the ferns to reveal a grey tarp-like material covering a chest designed for shock-force resistance. Dante narrowed his eyes as to whether or not to see if this is just coincidence or placed there with intensions.

'Hm. This is definitely not a trap for a jump scare. I can see it I open it and whatever it is jumps out grabs onto my face and fill my stomach with real living crap.' Dante thought as he found the latched and opened it.

Kujhade decided to reveal herself by jumping down right behind the male. Once he she did she turned off he cloak causing Dante to jerk around to see the huntress materializing behind him.

Dante had summoned Rebellion when the alien made its presence known but he didn't place his hand on it because this one was different from the other three he killed. This hunter was like death's lovechild as Dante thought. The mask and armor is black as night. The etched tribal tattoos in the mask, chestplate, gauntlets, thigh greaves, and the shin guards are all of equal symmetry. The skin that was revealed by the armor was black with blue patterns, stretched taut over the strong muscles that make up the body. Just then Dante's eyes wandered back to chest plate to find it's covering a pair of large shapely breasts that went with the size and curves with . . . her body.

"Shit … you're a chick!?" Dante accidently spoke out loud.

The huntress then disappeared in a blink leaving Dante to be on his feet with one hand one Rebellion as he waited for an attack. It came with a warning; there was a faint shimmer sound of her form nearing and preparing to strike. Dante parried a low and a high strikes that took some effort to keep him from being knocked into the air. Then he saw her jump and kicked him in the face. Dante flipped head over heels backwards until he used his hand to grab the ground to stop.

This was getting annoying Dante what to see if she really wanted to kill him – by a little bit of an intimidation tactic.

Dante Angel stepped out her line of vision. Kujhade eyes switched to all place until she her cloak lowered. Bewildered as she felt a hand on her gauntlet, the male sent a tiny electric surge from his hands which caused it to temporally put any electrically devices offline. Dante learned such a power when he needed to avoid digression from surveillance devices used by demons and the human they influenced.

Dante had dismissed Rebellion to see if his plan can work. The huntress jerk her wristcomputer away and extended her wristblades only to have Dante grab the other arm holding it still with surprising strength. Kujhade was stunned with both amazement and intrigue to this amazing strength the male had.

Dante smirked. "What's wrong? Can't you kill me?"

Kujhade tried to shake her arm free.

"Are you weak? You sure don't look like it!" he said with his mocking tone getting lower.

Dante then started to twist her wristblade to his head manly his neck where the jugular resided.

"You see this. . . "

Dante lifted his neck exposing it to the waiting blade.

"If you want to kill me so bad like those shitholes then do it. Otherwise . . ."

Dante suddenly let go with his hands to his side waiting for either answer.

What are you trying to do, male?

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