Chapter 79: The Right Time

The problem with knowing too many facts about his previous life is that stories often get mixed up. Dante already knew that his biblical and mythological knowledge would help him, but it often hindered him, creating small assumptions, like Lilith.

Lilith is the First Primordial Human, someone created from Adam's rib, the First Human Progenitor. In the case of this Lilith, many questions were questionable: how did she become a demon? How did she live in the human world as a goddess? Was she a goddess?

Dante was slightly confused. Despite finding his reincarnation strange from the start, Dante already knew two mythological figures, Arthur Pendragon and Merlin. He was confused about how this world worked. After all, if the virtues exist, then the God of Creation from the Bible also exists. Gungnir belongs to Odin, so he must exist too, but something was a little off.

Lilith was the Demon-Goddess, but why did she always seem to be at the mercy of others' evilness? She was expelled from Heaven for not being devout to her partner. This generated internal anger that was never quenched. She probably loved Adam, but God banished her for not being what he expected.

Just as she was banished from the very tree of the world, wandering as someone without a home, and thus became a demon.

"A victim," Dante said, looking at the faceless image of the woman. He was feeling some strange emotions, but didn't let himself be shaken.

He approached the painting of Lilith and placed his hands on the murals depicting Lilith's arrival in Hell, as well as her sovereignty upon becoming the Regent, the Demon Empress, the Demon Progenitor, the Demon Goddess.

"I don't understand this place. It's a shrine that tells Lilith's story, but there's nothing else... We descended all this way to know the stupid story of a woman banished by God? What a tasteless joke," he commented as he looked around.

"Just records of Lilith, nothing related to the Infernal Trinity, the Dukes, and the Demon Kings. Just Lilith and Lilith. This woman... She must already have control over Lucifer, Astaroth, and Beelzebub," Dante commented and turned to leave the place.

"This was a waste of time. I don't have the energy to destroy those strange crystals, so we're stuck here. I need to finish the preparations, or Nagasawa will die soon," Dante was already thinking about the next steps.

"I am bathed in demonic energy. I need to purify myself to get rid of this thing, but I can't do that here." When Dante was snapping out of his reverie and almost crossing the door...

BOOM.

The door slammed shut suddenly, and Dante raised his eyebrows. "Damn foul mouth, who's it this time? Lilith? Damn it, just summon Baal, Beelzebub, and Lucifer so I can beat you all up and end this farce," he cursed as he turned around with the Nunchakos in his hands and Durandal on his back.

He turned around and saw only a magic circle on the floor, from which emerged another strange creature, it was a strange humanoid, it was a man by his looks, but his eyes were completely neon red, his body was all black and scaly, and he had two gigantic horns protruding from his forehead backward, two wings as black as night, and his mouth was wide open, drooling incessantly.

"Berserk," he remarked, and before any movement, he received a punch so strong that he lost his arm.

"AHR!" He screamed in pain as the Demon advanced relentlessly.

HA! AH! HA! AH!

Dante began to defend himself, but couldn't. The demon's punches started to sink Dante into the wall.

"I hate this damn life!" He shouted and managed to kick the crazed demon away.

"Hey, scumbag, I'm going to kill you!" Dante said and advanced on him as his arm quickly regenerated.

He held on, but to no avail. Next, he received a devastating punch to his chin, nearly knocking him out. Even dazed, he still tried to defend himself while receiving numerous blows to the face.

"Fuck! This hurts like hell!" He inwardly groaned as he protected his head with his arms, but the punches abruptly stopped.

Dante felt something holding his arms... then, his left arm was ripped off.

"AHHHHHHHHHR!"

He screamed in pain. Did he have regeneration and pain resistance? Yes, but now he was already very tired. The place was conducive to it. Since passing the tenth floor, his core has suffered greatly from mana exhaustion. He has constantly had his mana drained by the environment.

Dante realized this might be the end for him now. He had no way to win this anymore... The hero's power didn't work, his flames didn't affect the demon due to its kind of body armor, and Durandal was far from him. If only he had a contract with her, he could summon her.

Dante slowly closed his eyes, and the demon was preparing its final blow.

It shot a punch directly at his chest.

But before hitting Dante, Nagasawa threw herself in the path of the attack. Her mist-covered body appeared before Dante to take all the damage. Dante saw fear in Nagasawa's eyes as she stepped in front of the blow. It all happened in a matter of 1 second.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" She shouted, her voice echoing throughout the battle area, then a poison mist exploded over the demon.

Dante didn't have time to react. He was too shocked by what had just happened. His instincts screamed to protect her, but before he could react, the demon's blow struck her full on, hurling her backward with overwhelming force.

The devastating impact caused Nagasawa to fall to the ground, her body motionless and nearly lifeless.

Dante clenched his teeth and ran to her, horrified to see Nagasawa's entire body stained with blood, flowing from her chest wound.

"NAGA!" Dante cried, his eyes filled with tears as he knelt beside her, but it was already too late. Nagasawa looked at Dante, a trembling smile on her lips. "I... did what... I had to do..." she murmured, her voice weak and faltering.

For a moment, Dante had a surge of anger, but he didn't express it. Instead, he held Nagasawa's hand, his mind turbulent but determined not to let her die.

"You're a fool," he said with a broken smile on his face.

Nagasawa merely shook her head weakly. "I couldn't... let you die...", she said, her words growing weaker.

The demon was starting to move again as it tried to clear its eyes, which were severely injured by the poison Nagasawa exploded in its face.

"It seems I'm finally going to muster the courage to do this," Dante thought as he poured several liters of blood into his mouth.

"I'll force myself to evolve with the blood," he thought and began ingesting all the blood he had been storing and refining over the past month.

"Now is the right moment," he said and bit into Nagasawa's