HALLOWEEN. OVER FOUR HOURS AGO.
"So where to now, D?" Dante asked, sheathing his guns inside his red coat.
"You tell me," Daredevil answered.
"The source," Dante said, "The demon behind this. The demon himself. Sonata."
"Sonata?"
"Sonata."
"Sonata, as in, the Spirit of Sonata?"
"Yes. I already said."
"But how? He's dead. He's been dead for over a hundred years-"
"Well, he's come back to life. Sort of, anyway."
"Sort of?"
"Resurrected."
"Right," Daredevil said, unconvincingly. Daredevil was then silent for a moment. "We get rid of him, we get rid of the monsters."
"Correct." Dante made his way towards his bike parked on the curb, which in spite of everything thus far, remained relatively unscathed. On one side of the rider's end of the bike Daredevil sensed two metallic object that weighed the bike down on one side. Oddly enough, it radiated warmer than normal metals, normal woods, or normal anythings for that matter.
""Where is he?" Daredevil asked.
"Deep under where New York has locked away its secrets. Deep where New York has forgotten its sins."
"Skip the bullshit. Where is he?"
"Deep where this city calls 'Hell's Kitchen.'"
Dante could tell, behind Daredevil's cold and expressionless stature that the devil-costumed figure was taken aback ever so slightly.
"So that's where you're going," Daredevil said.
"Correct again. Keep this up and you'll be on a winning streak." Dante roared his bike back to life. "You should reconsider your weapons. Seriously."
"You know how to get there?" Daredevil asked.
"I'll figure it out," Dante remarked.
"This is my neighborhood."
"Great. I'll race you, then." Dante's bike roared higher and louder before it suddenly darted towards the nearest intersection and turned left, with Dante riding calmly on top.
"Cocky little shit," Daredevil muttered.
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FOUR HOURS AGO.
"Cocky little shit," Daredevil muttered.
"Now stand back and watch the real devil at work," Dante cracked cockily. As the horned large lizard creature turned around, its feet heavily thumping the ground progressively turning its body around, Banishment received another unexpected surprise; Dante tucked his wings close to his body in midair and dove straight at Banishment's face head-first, spiraling his body like a screwdriver. Dante's sheer velocity was too much for Banishment - the hit to the head knocked the half-giant, half reptile off balance and collapsed on the street back-first . . ..
SLAM.
Daredevil leapt away moments before he would become the flattened thing between Banishment's body and the pavement. Latching his billy club onto a nearby lamp-post. Daredevil swung towards a balcony on a nearby building three stories above the ground and perched himself onto the rail, overseeing the fallen Banishment and the decelerating demon screwdriver known as Dante.
". . . the harder they fall. Never fails," Dante hovered above the fallen Banishment with his wings flapping slowly in the air keeping him afloat.
For the next several minutes, Daredevil's senses were overwhelmed with the battle that took place before him which was nothing short of utterly unbelieveable. What he heard - Dante' deep voice cockily cracking wise, while Banishment's low, furious growl resentfully returning threats. Dante's heartbeat pulsed through Matt Murdock's ears, inaudibly echoing through his head. Heavy, yet slow - Dante, or whatever the hell he was, was just as cool and relaxed as ever.
What he felt - the hairs rise behind his back while a slight tingle rippled through his body shortly after Banishment dared another power-threat. Lightning seemed to pour out of nowhere. Rather, from Dante himself. The building behind him and the porch Matt Murdock was perched on rattled as bolt after bolt of lightning seemed to shoot out of Dante's body and into Banishment.
What he smelled - moisture. Humidity. Vapor, from the shrieks of lightning that flash-heated the surrounding cold air. And charcoal. Fried Chicken. Burned skin. Leather. All these smells from the singes and burns Banishment was suffering at the will of Dante's hands. What he heard then? The rising pitch of Banishment's shrieks of pain, while his arms and legs slammed the street pavement as they flailed in the air . . . .
"Son of Sparda . . . " Banishment groaned, as the last lighting bolt sheared through his chest, "You will pay. You will suffer, you will -"
"Yeah, I know," Dante interrupted, "but you first, gator-skin."
What Daredevil heard - the loud crunch of Dante's sword diving into Banishment's skull, jaggedly splitting it into two.
What Daredevil felt - the heat from Banishment's body rapidly cooling away.
What Daredevil smelled - the scent of sulfur from lava replaced by the scent of coal and dust from a dissipating body.
Meanwhile, his wings had morphed away. His red trenchcoat once again enveloped his body, trailing into the wind. He had already molded back into human form as he dove his sword to deliver Banishment's last moment on Earth . . .
. . . Dante stood alone and victorious in the middle of the street.
And he grinned.
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ONE HOUR AGO.
. . . Dante fell onto the ground, beaten and defeated in the middle of the chamber.
And his opponent grinned.
"So where to now, D?" Dante asked, sheathing his guns inside his red coat.
"You tell me," Daredevil answered.
"The source," Dante said, "The demon behind this. The demon himself. Sonata."
"Sonata?"
"Sonata."
"Sonata, as in, the Spirit of Sonata?"
"Yes. I already said."
"But how? He's dead. He's been dead for over a hundred years-"
"Well, he's come back to life. Sort of, anyway."
"Sort of?"
"Resurrected."
"Right," Daredevil said, unconvincingly. Daredevil was then silent for a moment. "We get rid of him, we get rid of the monsters."
"Correct." Dante made his way towards his bike parked on the curb, which in spite of everything thus far, remained relatively unscathed. On one side of the rider's end of the bike Daredevil sensed two metallic object that weighed the bike down on one side. Oddly enough, it radiated warmer than normal metals, normal woods, or normal anythings for that matter.
""Where is he?" Daredevil asked.
"Deep under where New York has locked away its secrets. Deep where New York has forgotten its sins."
"Skip the bullshit. Where is he?"
"Deep where this city calls 'Hell's Kitchen.'"
Dante could tell, behind Daredevil's cold and expressionless stature that the devil-costumed figure was taken aback ever so slightly.
"So that's where you're going," Daredevil said.
"Correct again. Keep this up and you'll be on a winning streak." Dante roared his bike back to life. "You should reconsider your weapons. Seriously."
"You know how to get there?" Daredevil asked.
"I'll figure it out," Dante remarked.
"This is my neighborhood."
"Great. I'll race you, then." Dante's bike roared higher and louder before it suddenly darted towards the nearest intersection and turned left, with Dante riding calmly on top.
"Cocky little shit," Daredevil muttered.
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FOUR HOURS AGO.
"Cocky little shit," Daredevil muttered.
"Now stand back and watch the real devil at work," Dante cracked cockily. As the horned large lizard creature turned around, its feet heavily thumping the ground progressively turning its body around, Banishment received another unexpected surprise; Dante tucked his wings close to his body in midair and dove straight at Banishment's face head-first, spiraling his body like a screwdriver. Dante's sheer velocity was too much for Banishment - the hit to the head knocked the half-giant, half reptile off balance and collapsed on the street back-first . . ..
SLAM.
Daredevil leapt away moments before he would become the flattened thing between Banishment's body and the pavement. Latching his billy club onto a nearby lamp-post. Daredevil swung towards a balcony on a nearby building three stories above the ground and perched himself onto the rail, overseeing the fallen Banishment and the decelerating demon screwdriver known as Dante.
". . . the harder they fall. Never fails," Dante hovered above the fallen Banishment with his wings flapping slowly in the air keeping him afloat.
For the next several minutes, Daredevil's senses were overwhelmed with the battle that took place before him which was nothing short of utterly unbelieveable. What he heard - Dante' deep voice cockily cracking wise, while Banishment's low, furious growl resentfully returning threats. Dante's heartbeat pulsed through Matt Murdock's ears, inaudibly echoing through his head. Heavy, yet slow - Dante, or whatever the hell he was, was just as cool and relaxed as ever.
What he felt - the hairs rise behind his back while a slight tingle rippled through his body shortly after Banishment dared another power-threat. Lightning seemed to pour out of nowhere. Rather, from Dante himself. The building behind him and the porch Matt Murdock was perched on rattled as bolt after bolt of lightning seemed to shoot out of Dante's body and into Banishment.
What he smelled - moisture. Humidity. Vapor, from the shrieks of lightning that flash-heated the surrounding cold air. And charcoal. Fried Chicken. Burned skin. Leather. All these smells from the singes and burns Banishment was suffering at the will of Dante's hands. What he heard then? The rising pitch of Banishment's shrieks of pain, while his arms and legs slammed the street pavement as they flailed in the air . . . .
"Son of Sparda . . . " Banishment groaned, as the last lighting bolt sheared through his chest, "You will pay. You will suffer, you will -"
"Yeah, I know," Dante interrupted, "but you first, gator-skin."
What Daredevil heard - the loud crunch of Dante's sword diving into Banishment's skull, jaggedly splitting it into two.
What Daredevil felt - the heat from Banishment's body rapidly cooling away.
What Daredevil smelled - the scent of sulfur from lava replaced by the scent of coal and dust from a dissipating body.
Meanwhile, his wings had morphed away. His red trenchcoat once again enveloped his body, trailing into the wind. He had already molded back into human form as he dove his sword to deliver Banishment's last moment on Earth . . .
. . . Dante stood alone and victorious in the middle of the street.
And he grinned.
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ONE HOUR AGO.
. . . Dante fell onto the ground, beaten and defeated in the middle of the chamber.
And his opponent grinned.