More, more, more! I had to read my own story just to actually get an idea of what you guys keep meaning by more. Lol. XD It has been a while since I wrote any chapters, but here's another! Oh, the joy and manifestation! We're going back to the meeting hall again for a tad bit. Can't leave you all with that cliffhanger!

It wasn't long until the meeting hall of Hell calmed down. Him remained transfixed in his chair, unwilling to speak a word to Dante or to anyone for that matter.

Seeing as how Lucia broke out of the damn cell wasn't bad enough, things couldn't get any worse.

… But noo. Things HAD to get worse.

The 'Ethereal Darkness' is now loose and in the body of a young teenage halfbreed. No one, not even Him was given the details as to what the 'Ethereal Darkness' really was, but it was thought of as little importance to speak about.

Until now.

Dante had one arm propped up on the black marble table while his other was holding his head. Oh woe, was it him. To have his one and only child possessed by some darker and foul, putrid entity that was meant to be locked away for over a dozen centuries. A millenia could pass by, and it still wouldn't make much of a difference.

Grim scratched a boney finger on his lower jaw, trying to sum up the whole mess.

Jack tried the same, casting side glances over at Nergal, who was exhausted after trying to calm Him down. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop Him from breaking at least twenty chairs, which each of them were constantly replaced by one after another with magic.

"How could this have happened? Surely, you and your wife made sure that book was locked away, never to be found by anyone, not even your child!"

Dante glanced over at Grim, weary and stressed from the news. "Grim, if I knew, none of us would be in this stressful ordeal. How is right. I know Zel expected Zora to find it one day, just never imagined that it would be this soon, nor this huge of a disaster."

Grim nodded, trying to understand what his friend was going through.

"Anything you can think of, Jack?" Grim looked at the Pumpkin King, who was lost for words.

"Sorry Grim. This is all beyond me. We don't even know much about this book, let alone what it possessed from the get go."

Him continued to seethe, but said nothing. His arms were crossed, making His frustration and anger clear towards the whole group.

"There has to be some way to fix all this. Anything!", Dante cried out in despair. Nergal flinched slightly. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, having his own kid possessed by some nasty parasitic entity that's just screaming for some trouble and macabre.

But then again, he is a parasitic entity himself.

Moments passed by like weeks, until Him got up and slammed His claws on the black polished marble, making small cracks appear.

"I think it's best if I leave now. This is pathetic.", He stated simply, not wishing to last another second longer.

Dante rose in equal rage. "And where do you think you're going?"

Him kicked the large double doors open. "To my dominion. I don't need to be stuck in such a low class territory held for sissy demons."

Dante snapped back hastily, "What is that supposed to mean, Him? My daughter's life could be at risk, and all you care about is going home? This an outrage!"

Him growled, not looking back at the Demon Lord. "I don't need this troublesome drama. There is plenty of havoc waiting for me back in the confines of my home, and I would hate to leave them undone and abandoned."

With that said, Him left without another word.

Dante couldn't believe it. One of his allies bailed on him in a moment of grief and distress. 'Damn that Him. Damn Him and His accursed pride. One day, His pride will get the best of Him, with karma kicking His ass...'

Nergal couldn't help but choke out a laugh. Dante turned his head to him.

"Something funny, Nergal?"

Nergal shook his head. "No, my dear friend. In fact, I feel sorry for the old fool."

Everyone else looked with confusion at Nergal, not seeing his point.

"Look at it this way: yes, there's the issue with your daughter. It worries us all, and I'm sure, so some extent, that Him is worried as well. Remember, He hates expressing Himself among others. But put it this way, you have your family. Something Him doesn't have, and something He fears on having."

Dante raises a brow, trying to follow what Nergal's point was.

"You have us backing you up with this problem, Dante. Somehow, we'll find the solution and cure your child of this dilemma. You just need to keep your hopes up. After all, your her father. You must stay strong!"

Dante stood there, dumbfounded. After a few moments, he chuckled and smiled.

"Thank you, Nergal. As well as you, Grim and Jack."

Grim smirked, while Jack waved a hand smiling.

Suddenly, a loud ringing was head in the room. It made the sound of the theme from the movie 'Psycho', which implied that it was a cell phone.

Grim shifted his boney hand trough his pocket, pulling out his 'skull' phone. He flipped it open, only to hear an angry feminine voice holler from the other end.

"GRIM! WHERE ARE YOU? YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD TAKE US TO THE BEACH TODAY! NOW HURRY UP! BILLY IS PUTTING CHICKEN EGGS IN HIS UNDERWEAR AGAIN."

The room held an awkward silence as a boy's laugh was heard from the other side as well, followed by crashing and the sound of glass breaking.

Grim quickly snapped his 'skull' phone closed and placed it back in his robe pocket. "I better get going, mon. The mistress is just dying to have me get there."

Nergal smirked. "Why, Grim! I never knew you were a slave of that sort to an adolescent. Goodness me!", he emphasized sarcastically.

Grim opened up a vortex, and before closing it behind him, retorted back, "Shut up, you sicko." With that he vanished.

"Well, now that dear old Grim is gone, I better get going as well. Can't have the wife waiting long for that cold turkey." Nergal bid adieu to both Jack and Dante as he snapped his fingers and disappeared in a veil of darkness.

Jack also had to part ways, but gave the Demon Lord something before he took his leave.

"Here. Use this."

Dante looked down in his hand, to see a vile filled with a purple substance.

"What is this for, Jack?"

Jack smiled. "In case your daughter starts acting up again, make her drink this. This should reduce the effects for some time. Just be sure to bring her to Halloween Town afterward when you do. I'll see if Sally and I can get the doctor to fix up anything else for her."

Dante smiled, feeling relief. "Thank you, Jack."

With that, Jack was off. Dante stood alone in the room, his gaze transfixed on the vile in his hand. He smiled at the words that Nergal said earlier.

"There will be a way. I'm sure of it."