12-12-2016, 08:21 PM
He tore himself from the oppressive blanket of water covering him. Dante's lungs seized gulps of air in alarm, not immediately unsure of where he currently was or how he got to this point. The scrape of hell-forged steel against carved stone assured Dante that his sword remained mounted on his back. Then the rest of the blinding infinitude came into view, and the Prime realized what must have happened to him.
As to why exactly it happened, Dante could not be sure. The shock of the Fountain of Infinity's suffocating pool had seemed to knock him out of his apparent coma, but only just that. The devil hunter's brow furrowed, in a way that rarely happened as dramatically as it did now. He lifted from his resting place fully, the featureless liquid sloshing and dripping from his saturated features. Dante lifted his boot to the rim of the fountain, bracing on the masterful craftwork and then leaping out of it in a swift bound. The more persistent droplets of water dripped from his bangs and tails, as he swept the former aside with two fingers and kicked the latter out with each respective foot.
The half-blood devil craned his neck to the side, straining until that satisfying pop rung through his neck. Then he did it again in the other direction, rolling out his opposite shoulder. Dante's hand wrapped around the grip of his Ivory sidearm, leather-dressed palm digging into it with satisfaction before relenting. He rolled both shoulders this time, hands gripping the neck of his longcoat and straightening it with a sharp tug. With an ever-so-contented exhale, the devil hunter sat back and landed on the same edge of the fountain, that shining chrome blade dipping past his seat.
Well, whatever happened, it had to be a shame it sent him back here, Dante decided. No use dwelling on a question if he would beat himself up over the answer. Instead, he put his mind to better use, letting the Omnilium flow and the imagination shape it. Minutes later, the devil hunter opened his eyes again. He removed his limbs from their lazy crossed positions and rocked himself forward, onto his feet. Another motorcycle awaited him, the detail poured into the machine made much more obvious by it being the third such vehicle Dante summoned here.
With a bold stride, the devil hunter swung himself dramatically onto the red-armored motorbike, the few residual drops of Infinity's water thrown off the cuffs of his clothing. The fruit of his silent labor roared to life as he turned the key, Dante's face smirking with untold satisfaction. He revved one of the handlebars twice, listening to the response of mechanical growls beneath him. Then, wasting no more time, his boot kicked the cycle's gear shift, lurching away from the fountain. Within seconds, the rider climbed to 80 miles per hour in tune with the crescendo of the motor.
Dante had returned, and this time he had no intent of beating around the bush. He bore the power, the patience, the capability, and the last bullet in the chamber would be to realize it. Then, and only then, could he start truly looking towards the future - his future, here in the Omniverse.
Next stop, Coruscant. In a world of pristine white uniforms and oppressive regimes, theirs was an underbelly that could host Dante's "services" without any major conflict.
As to why exactly it happened, Dante could not be sure. The shock of the Fountain of Infinity's suffocating pool had seemed to knock him out of his apparent coma, but only just that. The devil hunter's brow furrowed, in a way that rarely happened as dramatically as it did now. He lifted from his resting place fully, the featureless liquid sloshing and dripping from his saturated features. Dante lifted his boot to the rim of the fountain, bracing on the masterful craftwork and then leaping out of it in a swift bound. The more persistent droplets of water dripped from his bangs and tails, as he swept the former aside with two fingers and kicked the latter out with each respective foot.
The half-blood devil craned his neck to the side, straining until that satisfying pop rung through his neck. Then he did it again in the other direction, rolling out his opposite shoulder. Dante's hand wrapped around the grip of his Ivory sidearm, leather-dressed palm digging into it with satisfaction before relenting. He rolled both shoulders this time, hands gripping the neck of his longcoat and straightening it with a sharp tug. With an ever-so-contented exhale, the devil hunter sat back and landed on the same edge of the fountain, that shining chrome blade dipping past his seat.
Well, whatever happened, it had to be a shame it sent him back here, Dante decided. No use dwelling on a question if he would beat himself up over the answer. Instead, he put his mind to better use, letting the Omnilium flow and the imagination shape it. Minutes later, the devil hunter opened his eyes again. He removed his limbs from their lazy crossed positions and rocked himself forward, onto his feet. Another motorcycle awaited him, the detail poured into the machine made much more obvious by it being the third such vehicle Dante summoned here.
With a bold stride, the devil hunter swung himself dramatically onto the red-armored motorbike, the few residual drops of Infinity's water thrown off the cuffs of his clothing. The fruit of his silent labor roared to life as he turned the key, Dante's face smirking with untold satisfaction. He revved one of the handlebars twice, listening to the response of mechanical growls beneath him. Then, wasting no more time, his boot kicked the cycle's gear shift, lurching away from the fountain. Within seconds, the rider climbed to 80 miles per hour in tune with the crescendo of the motor.
Dante had returned, and this time he had no intent of beating around the bush. He bore the power, the patience, the capability, and the last bullet in the chamber would be to realize it. Then, and only then, could he start truly looking towards the future - his future, here in the Omniverse.
Next stop, Coruscant. In a world of pristine white uniforms and oppressive regimes, theirs was an underbelly that could host Dante's "services" without any major conflict.