I'm a bit worried about the fact my chapters are tiny. No really, compared to some story's chapters they are tiny. Do you think the chapters are too small?

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Dante smashed and pummelled the floating fiery skull called Matukhi with Ifrit. The jet which was on the floor of the room was now on the wall because the gravity rotation. Dante struggled through the warping atmosphere onto its side. He jumped from there onto the side of the knight statue. He equipped the shotgun and blasted away at the assailing adversary.

"Argh!" Matukhi yelled as he vanished into nothing.

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A Fiery shockwave erupted from Dante, smashing the mirror in the bedroom and blowing the door off its hinges. Dante woke up. He was in the bedroom where he had foolishly fallen under the spell of the Matukhi's Glare. There was a secret passage behind the broken mirror.

Dante walked down it quietly with Ebony and Ivory in his hands, getting covered in grit and mould and cobwebs. Dante had to stumble his way through the corridor in pitch blackness, for he had forgotten his luminite. When at last the bright light of the next hall came it was a shock to Dante's eyes which had been trying to adjust to the darkness.

He was in the big hall where he had first talked to Mundus. Plenty of light was let in through the large windows and the tiling was grand. Although it was a bit more wrecked than it was Dante's last visit, he recognised the place.

A large helicopter was parked in the place where Mundus had once sat. Turrets and forcefield walls were put in place. Humans were moving around by the helicopter, nine in total.

Six were soldiers; one was in a purple suit; one must have been the head of security, Barder; the other was a scientist, must have been Jay from the diary logs in the cathedral.

"Thompson, she won't talk." Barder said to the guy in the purple suit.

"Bring the brat out." Thompson said. Barder clicked his fingers, and two of the soldiers dragged a chained up Trish from the helicopter. They slung her on the floor at Thompson's feet. She was bruised and scarred, like they had tortured her to try and make her talk.

"Do you know about Alastor?" Thompson asked sweetly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Trish replied.

"You're a terrible liar." Thompson said. "Alastor. Information. NOW!"

"I'm not going to tell you anything." Trish said through gritted teeth.

"ALASTOR THE SWORD!" Thompson yelled, the sound echoing off the chamber's high walls.

"Go to hell." Trish replied.

Thompson sighed. "Looks like we'll just have to start cutting your limbs off in the helicopter's propellers until you comply."

Barder hoisted Trish up, and dragged her towards a ladder on the side of the helicopter. Dante, remembering Barder's harsh words, had no doubts they would carry out the threat. Dante felt power surging through him like when he had pursued Mundus in this very same hall; dark wings forced their way from his back and evil glare glowed in his eyes. Dante swooped down and grabbed two of the soldiers and threw them out of the window. It was a long fall to the ocean below.

Dante tore the turrets to pieces with a spray of meteors, and then did a barrel roll against the other four soldiers, knocking them our cold.

Jay went running and hid in the helicopter. Thompson followed.

While Dante fought Barder, This is what happened in the helicopter.

"If he can be a demon, so can I." Thompson said.

"But who knows what it could do to you!" Jay argued.

"Just hand me the dark water." Thompson.

Jay, hands shaking, passed over the test vial filled with water from the puddle in the cathedral. Thompson swallowed it in one. "What have I done..." Jay said faintly, preferring to risk Dante than Thompson and legging it.

Thompson's flesh rippled and became green and slimy, plates of armour appeared on his surface; he was a humanoid Nightmare (no literally, he looks like a human shaped version of the boss Nightmare).

Barder rolled and ducked Dante's attacks. Dante was preparing to finish him off when Thompson-Nightmare came from the helicopter. Barder, still with a grenade gun, scuttled through one of the big double doors that lead to somewhere within the underworld.

Thompson-Nightmare cart-wheeled past Dante's attacks. He had the power of Nightmare but the agility of an acrobat. Damn.

Jay saw Barder leaving the hall and followed him. "Hang on." Barder said. He ran back and grabbed Trish.

"After all this you're still thinking of the Alastor ritual?!" Jay exclaimed.

"That," Barder replied, "And I wouldn't leave a chained up civilian in a war zone. I'm only mean because it's what that freak show paid me for!" And with that, Trish, Barder and Jay left the hall.

Dante skidded through the air, trying to avoid the attacks Nightmare used to use: now the attacks were quicker and stronger. Dante grabbed a stray blue orb fragment up on the rafters, and decided to hide on its platform and think.

The devil trigger rush of energy faded, and Dante was back to his normal self. And he was exhausted. And there was a foe nearly as strong as Mundus below him somewhere.

Somewhere below Dante, the power craved Thompson-Nightmare looked around. It couldn't see Dante, so it assumed in its bombardment of lasers it had killed him. Thompson-Nightmare left the room through the door which led to the living cave.

A minute later, Dante jumped down. Being part devil he couldn't die from large drops. He crept over to the door that led to the living cave.

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Clinton yelled a battle cry as he hit Phantom straight into his bulblike back.

"NO! I will be back to kill you, and Dante, and everyone!" Phantom yelled. He pulled himself through a portal in the ground, presumably leading to the underworld.

"Oh dear." Clinton said as he realised Grace was firmly wedged into the fleeing spider. Clinton and his sword were dragged with Phantom into the underworld.

Fire surrounded him. Skeletons on all shaped and sizes were hung on the wall, with candles in their skulls. Phantom scurried off down the corridor. Clinton pulled Grace free, and tumbled off of the spider's back.

"Now where do I go?" Clinton said, realising for the fourth or so time that day he was lost. Well, being lost in a cold damp waterway wasn't nice, but compared to being lost in hell…

Clinton heard footsteps ahead, coming closer. He edged forwards to see what it was…

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"So let's get this straight." Trish said. "Thompson wanted to go here so he could get Alastor, and by igniting the sword with this Matuthingy's Glare he would be almost unstoppable?"

"That's about it." Barder said. He had unchained Trish and formed a truce. "Wait, someone's ahead."

A shadow went past the corner. Who it belonged to was… Clinton?!?

"Clinton?!?" Trish said. "How the hell did you end up in, well, hell?!?"

"Doesn't matter. Long story." Clinton said. You could still guess he was a rich man, but his once dashing hair was a straggled mess, and his once smart suit was torn and burnt. He looked wiser, like a soldier once they have been to war, and he had a new sword in his hands with a purple blade, Grace. Clinton looked around. "Where's Dante?"