Of Demonic Firepower

And then there were none. Dante was reigning victor for yet another round of demon spawn. Slowly growing bored, the devil hunter wanted to end that stupid clown's games before things just got downright repetitive.

"Oh please, aren't there any other dishes you could serve me? The same one over and over starts to sit in my stomach, and I need to burn some calories..."

Jester was getting impatient as well. "Well done, dear boy! I guess I have no choice but to --"

He froze, for Ebony and Ivory were on either side of his head, ready to shoot two bullets that'll collide and explode in his thick skull. "But to let me go!? I'm kinda late for the party as it is!"

The clown muttered in panic. Several times had he escaped death, yet it looked like Dante wasn't shitting around this time. Enraged, Jester quickly did some sort of cyclone attack that knocked the two firearms out of the devil hunter's hands and away from him in either direction. But Dante played out of it just right, as his left arm reached around the back of his head while doing a 360 spin kick across that rambling clown's face, knocking him halfway across the room; nearly to where Ivory was on the floor. In those two seconds, Dante had drawn his signature sword and had it poised on Jester's nose, beginning to draw blood as the very point of the devil blade drew down the pale white skin.

Dante laughed. "Ehh, kinda looks to me that you need a good facial reconstruction anyway... "

"Okay!! Okay! Go on, leave this place! And go on to your loving brother's 'party!' " Jester replied.

Dante only dug the blade closer and deeper into the clown's ugly face. "Say one more thing about my brother. I dare you."

A click was heard in the other end of the room. With Dante distracted, the clown disappeared from the point of Rebellion, and had collected Ebony and Ivory within seconds. When Dante looked back down to see his prey was no longer there, he searched frantically around the room. With the Jester nowhere to be found, he shrugged and turned to where Ivory was knocked away earlier, but only delved deeper into a pit of confusion as he noticed the signature handgun was not there. Confused, the devil hunter threw his vision to the opposite end of the room, and confirmed his curiousity when he saw Ebony was also no longer in it's previous location.

"Damn you!" Dante yelled into the now empty room.

Of Demonic Firepower

By Blazing_Mane01