Chapter 2: Day One
"ABSURD" a tall white-haired angel yells slamming his fist on a table "Lord Michael please" an exorcist says in fear "There were over 2,000 exorcists sent down there and only 200 returned how in the name of all of creation is that possible!" Michael yells in anger "I don't know the sinner demon just-" the exorcist is cut off "Angels can't die and they certainly can't die from LOWLY SINNER DEMONS" Michael says slamming his hands on the desk as the exorcist is silent with fear.
Michael takes a deep breath and collects himself "Are you certain of what you saw Lyra" he says with a sigh "I am my Lord" Lyra says straighten up "But I'm still having a hard time believing it" she continues "Suppose I don't blame you; an angel hasn't ever even been killed before now thousands die the same day and at the hands of a sinner no less" Michael says calm but frustrated "Describe this sinner to me" Michael asks "He looked more like a hellhound than a sinner tail and all he 7 foot tall with black fur and silver marks on his body, his irises were silver as well but his sclera would change from white to black then back again and strangest of all his hands were coated in holy silver somehow" Lyra explained
"I see and his ability's what of them" Michael asked "I can only describe it as brute strength and rage he fought with no skill, but every attack was fast and precise, and he was in a blind rage and yet somehow seemed focused at the same time it made no sense" Lyra says still doing her best to explain what happened "Blind rage and complete focus hmm strange indeed" Michael says in monotone "How would you like us to prosed Sire" Lyra asks "With the army destroyed there isn't much we can do at the moment thankfully most exorcists aren't difficult to replace and we are still bound to the rules of the deal we can't attack Hell until next extermination in the meantime double the army and when the time comes I want you all to start with this angel killer and not stop till he's exterminated" Michael says coldly "As you command my Lord" Lyra says with a solute and leaves
Michael stands in front of his window overlooking Heavens golden city "Whoever you are angel killer you are a fool if you think you can challenge me and the might of Heaven soon you will be nothing, but a cautionary tale just like you my dear brother Lucifer" Michael says to himself with a small chuckle
Back in Hell Dante wakes up laying on a trash bag in an alley stands up stretching "Ugh not even a trash bag bed can ruin a good nap for me" he says to himself walking out of the alley only for someone to run into Dante though only the man is sent to the ground "Watch it you, stupid mutt you could killed me" the man said getting back to his feet "Hey you were the one running pal so don't go blaming me" Dante retorts "Oh fuck you ya-" the man quickly shuts up as Dante looms over him with a menacing glare "Oh no please continue don't let me intimidate you" Dante says with a smug smile leaning down to meet the man eye to eye "W-whatever I got better things to do" the man says rushing past Dante as fast as he can "Sure and thanks for the apology" Dante says to himself smiling having swiped the man's wallet
Walking down the streets Dante thinks to himself (I need to find an easier way to make cash being a pickpocket only ever got us so far back on earth so what to do) he looks at the holy silver that now coats his hands (Bet someone would pay top dollar for someone who can kill angels... no I don't want to be some kind of weapon just to make ends meet plus I get the feeling Heaven ain't happy knowing I exist) Dante sighs "I'll get through it like we always did" he says to himself as comes across a club "Eh what the hell you only live twice"
When he enters, he is surprised by the scene as it turns out to be a stirp club "Huh well at least it'll take my mind off things" he says as he takes a seat at the bar "What'll it be handsome" the scantily clad bartender asks "Whatever'll make me forget today" Dante answers the man pours Dante a mix of who knows what and hands it to Dante who drinks it all in one go "Wow you must've had one Hell of a day" the bartender remarks "You could say that hey not to be rude but I thought this would be stronger" Dante says "Seriously even Angel Dust has a hard time handling that drink you must have some serious alcohol tolerance bud" the bartender says amused "Guess so" Dante says ordering another.
Eventually after some time, Dante has downed at least a dozen of the drinks still unfazed and not drunk "Ok this clearly isn't working" Dante says with disappointment "You're telling me you should have died again from that much of it" the bartender says in amazement "Huh well whatever was never much of a drinker anyway" Dante sighs and pays for the drinks.
Before he gets up to leave a fish like sinner bursts down the door "What up hoes the party is here" he says with obnoxious arrogance as he struts in as if he were God's gift to Hell and sits down at the bar next Dante "Yo my dude get me a dirty martini ASAP" the fishman says snaping his fingers, the bartender rolls his eyes and goes to make his drink as the fishman ogles the dancers and waitresses slapping one's ass as she walks by him she looks back at him with a menacing glare as he smiles with a smug grin the waitress grits her teeth and walks away as the fishman laughed to himself
When the bartender returns, he whispers to Dante "He's the worst him and the owner are buddy's so gets to break our no touching policy, and the girls are just forced to take it" the bartender says scowling at the fishman before handing him his martini "Took ya long enough" fishman sneers "Wow what a total dick" Dante says aloud causing the man to spit out his drink "THE FUCK YOU SAY" he yells "Oh I'm sorry guess it's hard to hear with your head up your ass I SAID YOU'RE A TOTAL DICK" Dante retorts with a chuckle "OHohoh so you think your funny doggy dick do you know who I am you are so won't live to regret-" the fishman is cut off with a back hand from Dante that sends him flying to the wall where he is reduced to nothing but a bloody stain "Oh no by all means please continue don't let me stop you" Dante says while the whole club stares in silence.
The club is as quiet as the dead all eyes on Dante (Huh didn't expect that just how strong am I, I barely even hit him, and he's paste) Dante thought to himself before someone come out from the back yelling "WHAT IN THE TEN HELLS WAS THAT" the club owner yells in confusion and anger the whole club points at Dante "Narks" Dante says annoyed being sold out.
The owner darts over to Dante "Who the fuck are you coming it to my club breaking shit and causing a ruckus and killing whoever the hell that was" the owner points at the wall and continues rambling as Dante just stares down at the man whose head doesn't even reach Dante's chest (ugh what is up with everyone down here for every half decent person there's another twenty dickheads) Dante says in thought as the owner keeps rambling "ARE YOU LISENING YOU MANGEY-" He's cut off by Dante shoving four fingers into his mouth and pulls him close "Look bub I have had nothing but bad days since I got down here I had one of the only people who ever matter to me die in my arms not once but twice, I had to survive the extermination yesterday, and the only person I've meet today who wasn't a total dickhead is that bartender there and all of this happened in the last two days not even including the day I died which just adds to the shit sandwich that is this week and all I want right now is a moment one single moment to relax without some evil angel, cocky bastard, or whiney dickhead club owner coming around to bother me now I will apologize because I did disrupt your club by backhanding that jackass and I'm sorry for disturbing everyone's good time but right now I'm trying to have a good time as well before some more bullshit inevitably happens so would you be oh so kind as to fuck off before I lose my patience and literally paint this whole club in blood!"
Dante says the white of his eyes turning black the club owner shakes in fear Dante's fingers still in his mouth as he manages only a slow nod "Thank you" Dante exasperated removing his hand wiping it on the owner and returning to his seat at the bar "P-p-please e-enjoy yourself" the owner stutters before returns to his office shaking and trembling all the way there "Sorry about that not my favorite subject but one I'm very good at" Dante says to the bartender who stares in awe "No it's fine but just what the hell are you man" he asks Dante "Me I'm just Dante" he's finishing his drink wondering the same thing.