Looming trees bristled with their newly found leaves. Life spread throughout their branches, yielding spry green buds, waving in the breeze. The dark clouds that were suspended in mid-air, gave little view to the insistent sun. The settled dirt road lay still, in wait of an intruder.
Boots with heavy force stomped along the trail, a green sticky liquid dripping behind him. His very existence tainted the serene world around him. "God damn it!" Echoed through the peaceful forest, a flock of birds flew up at the sudden sound.
A small marionette stood before the devil hunter. "Mother of God! Why do you torture me so?!" The platinum haired man yelled up to the sky. The marionette cocked his head to the side lazily.
"I've had enough of this! I just killed your kind, puppet!" Dante pointed his sword at the atrocity before him. "I ripped apart your family limb from limb. I've desecrated your evil existence. I squeezed the life from your spineless wooden bodies many times over.
"And then, if the pack of marionettes weren't enough; millions of huge Godforsaken spiders came pouring out from everywhere! I spent hours slaying them, obliterating them, tearing apart their spiny little legs." He took a breath to curl his fingers in demonstration.
"And now, now I find yet another cursed puppet in my damned way!" He again pointed his sword accusingly. "So I ask myself, what should I do?" He pulled his sword back. "Should I take the time and energy to kill you? Or, should I just walk over you and save my sanity?" He paused in thought.
The marionette stood there, staring at the half demon. Dante tried to look away from the beady eyes of the puppet, but just couldn't. "Stop it...Stop it...Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!!!" He yelled in a rage. Dante whipped out his sword and clutched it tightly. "You! I'll murder you and everything that has two legs! I'll tear your arms apart and beat you with them until you die. Damn you to hell and back, PUPPET!!!!!" He pulled back and was ready to strike.
The marionette suddenly fell to the ground, a knife protruding from its back.
Dante looked dumb-founded, frozen in place. He slowly looked up from the marionette to see Trish standing contently, chewing gum. "Hey, ready to go?" She pushed back her sunglasses.
Dante's eye started to twitch, his body tensed. He grasped the sword tighter in his hands, still over his shoulder. "You." He managed, as fire burned in his mind.
"Okay, well see you at the bike." Trish turned and walked off.
Dante dropped to his knees, and let the sword fall. "WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!" He cried up to the heavens.