The destruction of his being began, the agonizing pain of the fusion of his own existence had a beginning, his body from everything to nothing, from nothing to everything.
Dante began to feel the world slowing down, the strong damages he suffered began to affect his entire head. His multiple hits began to weaken him, his regenerative ability began to rebuild, and his high resistance was restored. His adaptation began to take effect, his human side began to be devoured.
His instincts began to be activated and soon, his feeling of being prey disappeared. His newly healed body began to gain the best characteristics for a King, a complete Hunter.
His newly awakened mind saw his body being created as if a superior artisan wielded a fine and precise brush.
His eyes gained new characteristics, now they saw much more than just what was in front of him.
His muscles began to be strengthened by the demonic energy of his own existence, and his hearts began to merge and recreate with new protections.
The preservation of his thoughts kept him alert, however, his body began to enter the final stage of transformation.
The demonic laughter began to make the entire realm tremble, from all the mountains, forests, cities, and the coast in the port cities.
The laughter of a madman echoed everywhere, so loud and destructive, something distressing that made everyone tremble in fear.
From complete light, his body emerged.
"Finally."
The voice came, this time, however, more precise and correct, a voice that many had already heard, a familiar voice that made those women tremble, even Morgana in the heavens began to tremble.
Out of fear? Of course not, she was almost dying of joy upon realizing whose voice it was. "My husband!" She said loudly and in a clear voice.
Leaving the entire field completely in panic, all those who saw the broadcasts began to be frightened by hearing the word he uttered.
His rigid muscles began to loosen, and from the ground he soared to the skies, rising completely with two ten-meter-wide demonic wings on his back. After the transformation, his entire existence began to be fused; now he was no longer a common being.
"I love the smell of fear," Dante said as he looked at all the demons still alive on the battlefield, who began to faint from fear and die from the pressure.
The strength of a True Demon King ran through his veins, his whole body burned with power, like a tingling that never stopped.
"Oh," Dante said as he picked up Vex, he clearly felt the succubus's lust fall over his body, rubbing her breasts and could feel something dripping... "I'm sorry, my little Vex, I'll have to take care of you later." Dante said and Vex pouted.
Lifting his hand, he healed some small wounds of Vex, as well as took "something" from her, but he didn't say anything about it, but she felt something coming from her body, a... connection.
"It was you all along," Dante heard, coming from Aldria who had a cut on her arm. "I only lie to protect my wives," Dante said and pointed his hand at Aldria healing her completely. "Aaralyn." Dante said and the woman appeared by his side, "Take care of her," referring to Aldria.
"M-master I..." Aaralyn wanted to say something, but Dante interrupted her "I'll take care of you personally later." He said almost devouring the sexy woman's body with his predatory eyes. Aaralyn quickly blushed and nodded, after all... she already wanted this.
"You've grown," Voralith said upon seeing Dante the same height as her, both were two meters tall, but unlike Voralith who barely had muscles, Dante was the opposite, his body was toned, strong, and virile as a War God could be represented.
"And you're as beautiful as ever, my dragon," Dante said and Voralith's eyes trembled slightly, but she didn't accept it. "I'm not yours." She said, however, Dante just retorted "From the moment your butt touched my hand, you were mine, my dragon." His possessive eyes almost swallowed Voralith, who almost lost herself in his eyes.
"I have matters to attend to. When you're done, go find Nafiri, who is being protected by Mercedes," Dante said, sensing a magical aura like a nuclear bomb hovering over the barrier. Disappearing in front of the women, the only thing left was a comment from Aldria, "You're so lucky." All the women immediately looked at her with curious looks and...
"You have a husband," Aaralyn spoke what they all wanted to say. "And he wants to die. I'm practically a widow," Aldria retorted.
On the other hand... Dante was facing a challenge greater than Ethan trembling in fear while using everything to regain his strength. Yes, Dante had his eye on him and knew he was using this time to recover, but he didn't care, seeing his wives... was much more important than a puppet idiot.
Dante looked into Morgana's eyes with a smile, a smile... captivating. He would attack her immediately when an opening appeared.
Morgana, on the other hand, was doing the same. The two were looking at each other so passionately that they didn't know what to do. They entered a trance looking at each other.
In a moment of hesitation from both, their speed combined, and they embraced each other so much, so tightly, so... lovingly.
"My Morgana, mine, only mine, my wife," he murmured in the woman's ears while feeling the warmth of her body. Morgana was no different. "My idiotic husband, of course I couldn't revive someone who was alive," she said and lightly nibbled on Dante's new pointed ears, finally after ten years without a touch between them.
Dante kissed those beautiful, pink, perfect lips of his beloved woman. It was like going back in time slightly... The wet kiss lasted briefly, but... "When all of this is over, I will possess you entirely for myself, for a long... long time," Dante said, smiling at Morgana, who seemed to have fallen into an endless spiral abyss of love.
Dante turned around, further increasing the size of his wings, covering the entire area with a giant shadow.
"Where light falters, darkness is my world," Dante said, and the whole world was swallowed by a red eclipse of pure darkness and black flames. Everywhere the bubble of his domain caught, his world was commanded.
Hell descended to earth to purge its fugitives.