HI ALL! VergilSparda here! I hope you all are enjoying this fic...My friend Wyatt (Dante) LOL, and I are having a really great time putting our brains and words together on this one!

Thanks to Laylah and Mor for reviewing this for us and wanting to read more:) It makes us happy :) hugs wyatt

So with no further ado...Chapter 2...

As Dante slowly began to reagain his composure he became aware that this was not Club Med. He could hear distant, distorted noises from all around him.

He did after all have excpetional hearing, because he was part demon himself.

He could make out the sound of a crackling fire, the rattling of chains, and the pacing of a guard near him.

Sniffing the air he closed his eyes, and made a face like he was sickened. The scent of mold, stagnant water, and burning flesh poisoned his nostrils, making him cough slightly. His eyes still shut, his nose picked up on a different smell. It smelled of rotten food, and urine.

As he slowly opened one eye , a fuzzy image began to take shape mere inches from his face. He assumed it to be one of the guards, whom to him looked like furry boars.

"I've come across decomposed bodies that are less offensive than you are... ."

A sharp blow to the side of face, sent him flying sideways for a small distance, before feeling the sickening tug of his arms being dislocated. Heavy chains were attached to the wall behind him, attached to huge cuffs that were bound to his wrists.

Dante began to laugh sadistically, looking up at the seething pig, and spitting his own blood into it's face.

"WOW...I've seen people like you, but I had to pay admission?" Dante was mouthing off at the pig, causing it to squeal in disgust. "Heh! Can I borrow your face for a few days while my ass is on vacation?"

The demon boar waddled to a nearby wall, grabbing a giant mace from a large selection of torture devices. The pig barely managed to lift it up, his eye balls shooting out of his head so far they looked as if they were about to pop out. He carried it over to where Dante was kneeling, raising it over his head, and swinging it downward towards the demon slayers skull.

Dante didn't flinch a muscle, instead sitting still, accepting his fate.

Just as Dante was sure he was a goner, a stronger more powerful arm grabbed the mace, stopping it from its final destination.

The pig squealed in anger, turning to confront Dante's saviour, only to see Mundus himself.

With a flick of his wrist, Mundus sent the pig flying in to the opposite wall of the dungeon, making it hit the wall and then ground, with a harsh slap. It managed to get itself back up after a few seconds, and quickly ran out of the dungeons door, shutting it behind him.

"Wow Mundus, You should toss your trash out more often; that's all it's good for." He raised his head to look at the demon god. "I'm not sure wether to thankyou, or tell you to go fuck yourself big guy..." A priceless grin graced his face.

Mundus leaned in and whispered in Dante's ear. "I have you this time son of Sparda. I own you now. I hope you said your goodbyes to the light of day, because it is something you will never experience again."

Dante couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Look Mudus, I'm tired... If I promise to miss you, will you go away?"

Mundus sent a blow into Dante's head, knocking him over. "Silence insolent fool."

Dante sat back up, running his tounge over his bottom lip to remove the blood that was pooling there. "What makes you so confident that you have me this time? I've beat you everytime before, or did you forget?"

Mundus stood pridefully before Dante with his arms crossed. "Because this time, I have just cause, and I will put you on trial for all of the demons that you've murdered."

Dante laughed like he's heard the best joke in the world. "Murder? If I were to kill everybody who hates you, it wouldn't be murder; it would be genocide!"

"And a trial? What the fuck makes you think you can put ME on trial... Don't I get a jury of my peers? An where's my phone call anyways?"

"I can do anything I please in this place foolish one, for I own it! And as for a jury of your peers, you ARE half demon are you not?"

Dante just sat there pondering Mundus's comment, when he figured out he really was in trouble this time. "Oh shit...".

Hope you liked reading this! The next chapter is alot longer I promise :) PLEASE Review this for us and let us know what you thought of it!