Reload///

-Kicking the door open of the chambers. His ocean blue eye gazed at the back of the room. Throwing his long red coat on his desk he moved around to the chair behind it fallen over on the ground. 

Grabbing it, he put it back up as he admired the bullet holes and scratches all along it from years of use. He took a long breath and sat down as he un-holstered his legendary sidearms Ebony and Ivory. The beautiful silver and black semi-automatics he had vanquished so many people with over the years. Guns that were near iconic to the eye and even familiar with the sound of the way they fired . The golden trim, the pearl handles, the memorizing engraving. The guns burned and scratched up from a night of fighting. He pulled a few things from his drawer. Gun cleaning tools and began to slowly work on them. He lit a cigarette shortly after and got out of his seat fetching a beer from the mini fridge behind him

His eyes staying focused, periodically drinking and taking a long drag off the cig. These few moments, the moments of working on his weapons. Was it seemed the only time he had full peace these days. His mind wandered the past. The battles. The scars, the friends lost. As he put the cigarette out and finished the beer with one last swig. He raised up and his guns looked just like new. Clicking back the ring hammers along them and dry fired them hearing that perfect clean sound he spun one on his finger. The battles, oh yes, from having to put down his own brother. To slaying the demon god-king, years ago. To defeating ever powerful Order of Sparda. He had a whos who list of accolades. But the battles never stopped. You kicked one door down, no matter how big or powerful. And another door was always there to take its place. Course Dante knew that as long as Hell's throne could never reach a real leader. Chaos, and turmoil would always grasp it. For its true owner was no where to be found. As he placed the guns down he faint glow along his arm made him pause. He sighed a little before standing up and pulling his black vest off, unsnapping the buckles and belts along it and tossing it down. 

-Heading into the bathroom, he would turn the sink so he could splash some water on his face as he looked at his long thin black sleeves of his undershirt and rolled them up. Revealing the series of chain tattoos all along them. The continued all the way up. And as his chest started to glow as well. It was clear these tattoos were all around his entire body. Dante could feel the Chains of Mephistopheles grip tighter and tighter around his body. Holding the bound demon side of him. The powerful demon magic he had researched dating back to the times of his father. But even these chains, as strong as they were. Dante could still feel the fire inside him. 

The power of the fabled Demon inside him. The power of his father. Sparda. This bloodline, so rare and yet so cursed. Something his father however never had to deal with. Sparda unleashed his power, sealed it away when he slammed his sword. And split the world into the realms we know it as now. His power sealed into the demon realm. But over the years. Dante in his many battles had gained that power back of his fathers. And his own. And while at first things seemed fine. His demon side was starting to grow out of control. His deviltrigger form could take hold of him for days at a time now. He hadnt used it in months now. For he was fearful of it. For the demon that he turned into. He felt like it was no longer him. It sought destruction, it craved death, and sheer power. He was never a believer in things like fate, destiny. He often found it naive of people to believe in something that was said to happen cause it was already written as determined. Dante was a man who lived on the flip of a coin. Luck of the draw, and while sure when it came to actual gambling, he was awful. But when it came to life and death, Dante always came up in the black. 

For the demon that rested in him, looked to unleash, looked to take control. Claim the throne as true king of all the underworld. Take the title of the prime evil. El Diablo. But Dante didnt want the title. Not at the cost of losing the one thing had made him who he was. His humanity. And just then he felt it, it grabbed at him. Gripping his body entirely. Dante grabbed the sink only to completely rip it off out of the wall. His eyes started to glow a wild orange. As the chains along his body started to glow brighter and brighter. Soon the veins in his arms started to turn bright orange as well. Like lava, as his body and skin color completely began to change a charcoal black. He reached down into his belt fumbling for something. A vial of vibrant blue liquid, he then reached along the floor for his injector that had fallen off the sink. Dante loaded it and shot it into his neck. 

-The Serum was highly enchanted holy water, that Dante had masterfully created. It was like a straight shot of detox that completely burned his body inside out. But it worked, it kept his normal devil trigger from flashing on. And it kept The Diablo from having a chance to unleash. He sighed feeling his entire body being burned inside as he fell over gripping his sides. It only lasted a few moments but soon it was over. And he raised up with his back pushed against the wall of the bathoom. He had to keep going. No matter how hard things got. No matter how much the demons of the underworld chased after him. He had to find a way to control this. And for now, he was safe. 

-Dante soon heard a knock on the door outside his chambers. "Sir....The Queen is requesting your presence in the throne room" -Dante had sought refuge in a whole new realm. To get away from the constant eyes of hell watching him. Poking him and prodding him, coming after him to take him. He made the jump to the Realm of Chaos. And since then his mind at been at peace. Taking his new title as Royal Guard, Dante looked forward to the new change of pace. He just only hoped he keep his past down for now. And not already become a risk to his new home. He stood up finally and put his shirt back on only to step out; "I shall be there shortly!" -Dante exclaimed grabbing his vest and just throwing it on while the buckles laid undone. He grabbed his long crimson coat and hooked it behind his back. Walking out his chambers clicking the lights off and closing the door.