Dante's eyes began to twitch to twitch back and forth, back and forth. He
barely opened his eyes and all he could see was blurred. Then he remembered
what had happened. Dante woke with a start, he felt new and alive. No
longer was his body racked with pain, now he felt good, somewhat revived.
He could heal by himself of which he knew, but that wound across his ribs
was fatal. Plus there wasn't a scar and when he healed it always left a
scar. Dante then moved onto more important things, like where was he. After
surveying his surroundings he could tell that he was in a house. A large
house too. Wow, he thought that helped a lot. He noticed that all his
clothes except his pants were missing. That was a good relief to him. He
had been sleeping on a couch. It was made out of good material and it was
comfortable too. He leaned up and finally stood up, maybe not all of his
energy had yet returned to him. As he started walking he noticed that it
was heavily raining outside.
As he began walking, (well more limping), he came across the kitchen. This kitchen looked pretty familiar to him but he couldn't quite point it out. Oh well he thought, I shouldn't dwell on silly things like this. He made his way pack to the living room and sat down on a chair. He had to think of what to do first. He smacked his hand on his forehead. Well no duh, find your things and get the hell are there. As he put his arm on the armrest he felt some material. Curious he looked at it and saw that it was his black shirt, his leather red vest, and his boots. He quickly slipped his shirt and vest on that felt better to have a shirt on he thought. He also noticed that his shirt was sewed already. He pulled his black boots on tied them, and buckled the straps. Dante walked over to the front door. It was made from very impressive wood, they were double doors, and had colorful panes of glass on it. This also looked familiar to Dante. Though the thought quickly slipped his mind. As he examined the glass his eyes slipped to a coat hanger. He saw his coat, but that was it, no sword. He decided that his sword had to be upstairs.
Dante walked over to the stairs creeping all the way there. As he started to ascend the staircase he shifted his weight on the ball of his foot to decrease any creaking noise. This way he wouldn't make as much sound. So far so good he thought. Finally he made his way to the top of the stairs. Wait! He thought what if the people who lived here was demons. What if he encountered them and he was still unarmed. He would be completely defenseless. No time for such thoughts now he said. He continued to creep quietly until he reached the beginning of the hall. To his left and right he saw fur doors, two on each side. He amused that these must be the bedrooms. Now for the first step he thought. He walked over to one door. He took grasp of the handle and prayed that nothing bad would happen. Slowly he turned the door handle, and then with one quick motion he thrust out the door. The inside was just a bathroom. Dante sighed with a relief thankful that nothing had gone array. Just then he heard a noise. It was the sound of the turning of a doorknob. Quickly Loki thought of a plan to hide. With amazing strength he leaped up onto the air. He concentrated on his hands and they reverted to his demon claws. He stuck his claws into the ceiling and lifted himself up. Looking down he noticed that it wasn't a demon at all but a young woman.
She had blonde hair, which was frazzled a bit from waking up. She was wearing blue pajama top and bottoms. The material was silk or something that looked just as comfortable. If she wasn't half asleep, she for sure would of seen Dante. She rubbed her eyes as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. After waiting a few seconds Dante hopped down. He let his claws revert to his hands. They still were numb from using them so quickly. Now it was time he decided to get out oh here.
As he began walking, (well more limping), he came across the kitchen. This kitchen looked pretty familiar to him but he couldn't quite point it out. Oh well he thought, I shouldn't dwell on silly things like this. He made his way pack to the living room and sat down on a chair. He had to think of what to do first. He smacked his hand on his forehead. Well no duh, find your things and get the hell are there. As he put his arm on the armrest he felt some material. Curious he looked at it and saw that it was his black shirt, his leather red vest, and his boots. He quickly slipped his shirt and vest on that felt better to have a shirt on he thought. He also noticed that his shirt was sewed already. He pulled his black boots on tied them, and buckled the straps. Dante walked over to the front door. It was made from very impressive wood, they were double doors, and had colorful panes of glass on it. This also looked familiar to Dante. Though the thought quickly slipped his mind. As he examined the glass his eyes slipped to a coat hanger. He saw his coat, but that was it, no sword. He decided that his sword had to be upstairs.
Dante walked over to the stairs creeping all the way there. As he started to ascend the staircase he shifted his weight on the ball of his foot to decrease any creaking noise. This way he wouldn't make as much sound. So far so good he thought. Finally he made his way to the top of the stairs. Wait! He thought what if the people who lived here was demons. What if he encountered them and he was still unarmed. He would be completely defenseless. No time for such thoughts now he said. He continued to creep quietly until he reached the beginning of the hall. To his left and right he saw fur doors, two on each side. He amused that these must be the bedrooms. Now for the first step he thought. He walked over to one door. He took grasp of the handle and prayed that nothing bad would happen. Slowly he turned the door handle, and then with one quick motion he thrust out the door. The inside was just a bathroom. Dante sighed with a relief thankful that nothing had gone array. Just then he heard a noise. It was the sound of the turning of a doorknob. Quickly Loki thought of a plan to hide. With amazing strength he leaped up onto the air. He concentrated on his hands and they reverted to his demon claws. He stuck his claws into the ceiling and lifted himself up. Looking down he noticed that it wasn't a demon at all but a young woman.
She had blonde hair, which was frazzled a bit from waking up. She was wearing blue pajama top and bottoms. The material was silk or something that looked just as comfortable. If she wasn't half asleep, she for sure would of seen Dante. She rubbed her eyes as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. After waiting a few seconds Dante hopped down. He let his claws revert to his hands. They still were numb from using them so quickly. Now it was time he decided to get out oh here.
