"If you say so..." Alter said as Dante pointed his hand towards all of Qliphoth ahead of him... it was a fraction of 15% of Qliphoth's real power, yet it could already cause great trouble.
"Devour everything," Dante said, and the mass of black energy began to swallow the tree until nothing remained...
But unfortunately... "This energy is uncontrollable... I think I'll send it back to the filthy fallen angel who dared to lay hands on my wife's forest." Dante said, and a massive portal began to appear before him, etched in black with demonic patterns in runes...
Not only that, but it was like a mouth, with twisted demons gripping its edges as if painted in despair and horror. Dante stared at the opening, the runes glowing in fiery red, while the desperate eyes of the demons gleamed in neon red.
Dante hesitated for a moment, but then, with a determined gesture, he cut his own hand, letting blood flow into the air, slowly transforming into black mist.
"I sacrifice half of my energy and all this demonic energy to open the Gates of Hell. During this period, I will access the Ninth Floor of Hell until my energy is depleted and I am expelled again," Dante proclaimed, his voice echoing into the void.
The gargoyles around the infernal mouth began to tremble violently. With a haunting creak, they rose, their grotesque forms coming to life as they pushed the edges of the portal even wider. The air around them seemed to vibrate with a dark and oppressive energy, filling the atmosphere with a pungent scent of sulfur.
"Contract accepted," resonated a guttural and strident voice, as if billions of souls screamed through the widening opening, revealing a vortex of darkness beyond.
Dante felt a shiver run down his spine as the gargoyles, now fully animated, continued to force open the gates of hell. The sky around began to darken, as if a black storm was forming directly above the mouth of hell.
The air was laden with malignant energy, causing Dante's hairs to stand on end. He could hear distant murmurs, voices whispering indistinct and anguished words, echoing through the newly opened portal.
"So this is how the path to the Ninth Floor opens," Dante muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the responsibility he had just assumed. He looked at the gargoyles, whose eyes gleamed with an intensity that seemed to pierce his soul. They almost seemed to say, "Let's go," to Dante, who, after the initial impact, now seemed to be swept away by the moment.
Without hesitation, he took a step forward, entering the growing darkness emanating from the portal. The ground beneath his feet felt unstable, as if made of living shadows that writhed and moved under his weight.
As Dante advanced, the runes around the portal pulsed with a sinister red light, as if marking his progress through the infernal planes. The sound of distant screams intensified, mixing with the muffled roar of eternal flames that could now be seen dancing beyond the portal's edges.
"So it begins," Dante murmured, the world beyond the Gates of Hell unfolding before him like a living, pulsating nightmare. As he crossed the portal, darkness enveloped him like a chilling cloak, imbued with the acrid scent of sulfur and the distant echo of tortured moans.
Ahead of him stretched a vast desert of black and twisted stone, where sharp spikes emerged from the ground like twisted claws searching for prey. The sky above was a turmoil of distorted colors, where red and green flames danced in infernal chaos, occasionally illuminating shadowy figures moving among the shadows.
"Khalash," Dante pronounced in an ancient language he had never used before, and then he filled his lungs.
"KHALASH KAHEN!" He shouted with such intensity that black flames erupted from his lungs. The castle began to melt around him, the temperature rising to the point where everything started to liquefy under the overwhelming heat.
"Dragon Class Magic... it's a shame I have to use Amaterasu as a source of hot energy... maybe in the future... no, I need a lot of power for that," Dante murmured as he watched the castle burn like hell itself.
"Who are you!" The voice echoed behind Dante, coming from the shrunken figure of a demon who once seemed important, now reduced to ashes by Dante's uncontrollable power.
"Who are you!? I ask. Who dares to speak to your God," Dante said as he began to walk through the castle's entrances. "S-stop!" Death. That's what happened to everyone who appeared, several demons began to appear as Dante walked.
Dante walked, walked, and walked, he wasn't in a hurry, as long as he had energy he was there, so he wanted to enjoy the show well...
"Nice Lucifer." He hummed. "Heaven's puppy." He mocked, "Dare to mess with what's mine." He commented, "Now it's just you and me." He said entering the Throne room with several King Class demons looking at him, ready to attack.
"Look, you're even." Dante said remembering something. "Hello." Dante said looking at Lucifer...
"Scarlet..." He growled with anger as he saw the unconcern of that man. "How dare you~"
"Your owner is in front of you, kneel worms." Dante said cutting off Lucifer's words and all the Demon Kings immediately knelt.
"You've caused me several problems." Dante said looking at his hands that had black gauntlets... "I just came to collect..." Dante said very calmly as his head began to rise...
"You... inferior, disgusting and unloved creature... dared to use dirty claws to try to kill my wife..."
"You're not going to die... not now..." Dante said looking into Lucifer's eyes who simply began to tremble...
"I told you to kneel." Dante said and Lucifer's legs broke as his entire throne was destroyed by the overwhelming pressure of Dante's fury...
He disappeared and appeared in front of Lucifer, holding him by his white hair...
"When your Emperor speaks, you kneel and listen, Child."