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Dante brandished his powerful sword, the Alastor. The Alastor was a powerful sabre that glowed with the burning anguish of thousands of demon souls that had been taken with the sword. The long blade was a bluish grey that burned into the hearts of thousands. The handle of the sword was made of precious metals, formed into several atrocious Gothic designs. On either side of the blade, Dragon skulls stood agape with large fangs, as though they were swallowing the souls that the sword had consumed. Perhaps the most horrifying feature of the Alastor was its’ beholder. Dante was a six foot tall man that would easily put fear in the hearts of men, both mortal and immortal. He had an extremely built body that surpassed any other mortals as far as efficiency went. His face was rugged and determined as a warriors face would be. Perhaps his most amazing feature is his crystal blue eyes that seemed to pierce all the way to the soul with only a slight glance.
Then in a huge arching motion, Dante swung down the Alastor on the sphere, releasing all of the light into the castle. Emerging from the shadows came the mangled and deformed figures of what appeared to be demonic marionettes. They were all equipped with razor sharp blades as hands. They were all attached to strings. One could compare them to the puppets of the evil Emperor Mundis, being pulled on by all of his evil impulses. Unfazed by this example of pure evil, Dante charged into the sea of Mundis’ evil minions, hacking and slashing them into bloody remnants of wooden toys. The room was now fully revealed. It was an immense chamber that resembled an ancient palace. The floors were in a checkered pattern. The tiles were embedded with precious gems, which added to the glittering beauty of this mysterious castle. All of the Puppets had been destroyed. Dante absorbed their powers in the form of magical orbs that held their life force, and Dante grew in his powers...
...Trish was now looking into the crevasse that could hold the key of her finally gaining entry into the castle. As the crevasse was cloaked in darkness, she decided to wield the Sparda. The Sparda was Dantes’ fathers’ sword, which held immense powers. In addition to an elongated blade of silver, there was some sort of attachment in the form of a scythe. When the sword was held in the ready position, it glowed with a supernatural flame of orange, that could easily illuminate a dark room. Trish was a very frail person, on the outside that is. On the inside, Trish was a caged demon waiting to be released to fight the evil forces of Mundis. Trish was trained by Dante in the art of Kabutisi, an intense swordplay method, in which she was one of the most advanced students ever to grace the method of teaching. Her strength was only matched by her beauty. She was a five foot nine blond with a great build and long flowing blond hair. She had the same piercing eyes that Dante had, perhaps a sign of their demonic powers.
She reached out the Sparda to light up the dark crevasse. To her surprise, there was nothing there except an entrance. She walked through the door, but as she did she was taken by an invisible force into another dimension. As she was taken, her sword and a pool of velvet blood was left behind inside a corridor outside of the room where Dante would soon enter.
Dante was forced to take a step back and examine what stood before him. It was the fabled Phantom, the evil minion in charge of the evil army of Mundis. The Phantom was a gigantic tarantula type creature. It was made of part stone, part magma. It roared down the hallway toward Dante, seeming to know exactly what it was doing. The Phantom spoke in an ancient language that Dante was able to interpret easily. The Phantom said: “You are the last of the bloodline of the demon knight, Sparda. When I destroy you, my masters plans will become complete!”
“And what plan would that be?” asked Datne slightly intrigued by this Gargantuan’s message.
“When all of the blood of Sparda is gone, Emperor Mundis will be able to rule both the Underworld and the human Earth. He will take your beautiful friend Trish, and drain all of her powers leaving her mortal. By this time she should already be in his grasp! You are nothing compared to your father! You are an embarrassment to demons everywhere, now prepare to die!”
“Quit talking and lets fight you pansy!” Dante yelled back at the Phantom. For quite some time, the two titans fought blow for blow. For some reason, Dante had a cocky smile on his face the whole time. Noticing this the Phantom stoped immediately.
“What is that stupid grin for? Are you seeing your dead family? Ready to join them? What is it?” mocked the Phantom.
“I am smiling at the fact that you are even weaker than I thought. I was easily able to tire you in just my normal form. Now you will wish you never came here!” screamed Dante as he let out an insane yell. With that yell, he transformed into his demon form, shaking the ground that he now hovered above. “Now it is time to end your insignificant life!” yelled Dante as he lunged at the enormous monster. With blinding speed, he diced up the magma spitting spider until he could no longer stand.. With the Alastor now ablaze with demon fury, Dante thrust the sword into the Phantoms heard with blinding speed and incredible force, which burst the molten pumping heart to the beast on impact. With a smooth landing back onto the ground, Dante landed back onto the floor, now in his normal form, he turned and waved goodbye to the phantom as he evaporated into nothing.

Dante turned the corridor to find the Sparda standing in the pool of blood. Next to the sword, lay a note also in an ancient tongue. It read:
Dante,
If you ever want to see Trish again, I suggest that you get moving. As you read this message, I am draining her powers so that I can become complete. If you get here in time, you can save your friend from death, but to complete the deal, you will have to sacrifice your own life. The son of the legendary Sparda is a fitting sacrifice to me in exchange for your darling Trish. Enter my Domain through the “Tunnel Of Despair”. You can reach this place by entering the portal to the left of this note. Hurry Dante, you only have one hour left!
Good Luck,
Emperor Mundis

Without even giving a second thought, Dante rushed into the portal being instantly transported to the Tunnel Of Despair. The tunnel was a sight that no eyes, living or dead, should ever see. The tunnel was made from what looked to be organs of many bodies. The walls, floors, and ceilings were all moving. They breathed in and out as though the tunnel were alive. As Dante walked through the tunnel, there were barriers of flesh that he had to cut through in order to access the next portion of the tunnel. As he walked deeper into the tunnel, the tunnel began moving up and down, as though it were trying to eject Dante from it. The smell of death was stagnant in this horrible place, from which there seemed to be no escape.
As Dante was about to give up hope, in the distance he saw an immense door that had skulls of humans and other beasts engraved into it. Dante now sprinted for this opening, only to be stopped by the Necro Falken. The Necro Falken was a bird like beast that was constantly consumed in fire. This bird was the final obstacle before Mundis, the Falken must have the key to Mundis’ chambers. The bird let out a loud squeal and lunged at Dante. Dante parried out of the way and counter attacked the bird with a powerful blow to the back of its head with the Alastor. Blood gushed from the birds neck, spilling onto the ground making the living floor move even more intensely. Dante jumped into the air and drove the Alastor straight through the falkens’ skull and down through its beak. The massive bird hit the ground with a soggy thud, absorbing itself in blood. From the falkens’ right claw, it released the Skeletor key which would grant Dante access to Mundis chamber. Dante Rushed to the gigantic doors and inserted the key into the snake shaped key hole. As he entered the chambers, he realised that he was too late. Trish lay dead in a pool of blood, her body as thin as skeletons’ due to being sucked dry for all of her powers. Dante looked up at Mundis with Hatred burning in his eyes. His eyes were beyond the orange fire, they were now a blazing white. With a piercing yell of anger, Dante transformed into ultimate form. His body shed from him like an outer shell. He sprouted wings that looked as a bats wings, his body turned into a hard material. The Alastor was now ingrown into his left arm, which was set ablaze in a blue flame of hatred, even more vibrant than the suns light.