Dante, at this moment...
He was floating in the air in the middle of the Empire, less than an hour away from the convention between supernatural beings and the other powers of the world.
"I thought things would change over time; eras passed, and I was always a bit careless, but..." Dante murmured, reflecting on certain aspects of his life.
"In the end, all paths lead to me having to take control of an entire world, or several of them..."
"The essence of Voralith is beginning to act... Soon, I'll be forced to evolve into something new... So, I'd like to talk to you before I become a threat," Dante said, as if speaking to someone, but there was nothing and no one around him...
"I know you're watching me, Overlord of this sector," Dante said, not addressing him by any name or nickname, but only by his title.
"You know that I know the truth, so take those eyes off me," he said as his negative energy began to protect him from being watched...
Watched by whom?...
"H-He blocked our sight?!" Uriel exclaimed, incredulous at what she was witnessing. It was the first time in all of existence that this had happened...
The observation hall... where they monitored the entire world, was simply consumed by numerous red eyes and black energy, blocking the Angels' vision.
Michael, the Archangel of Humility, looked around, observing his siblings' reactions... It was something he had expected since he first met that man, yes, the most dangerous man he had ever encountered personally... 'This took longer than I thought...' he murmured.
Raphael looked at his siblings almost indifferently; his eyes were more concerned with the reaction of the angels who could no longer endure Dante Scarlet's actions...
Raphael was a simple woman, not overly concerned with her responsibilities—she just did what was asked of her, but for her? She would leave that place; she wanted to be a free spirit, despite...
"Ignore him," Michael said, trying to calm everyone around him. "Ignore? Are you telling us to ignore that man?" Mikael said, staring deep into Michael's eyes.
"You're too angry for an angel; why don't you switch sides and join our fallen brother?" Michael retorted, attacking him... It was about time someone put Mikael in his place; this was getting out of hand.
"You've shown too much hatred. Are you sure you're not working for Lucifer?" he mocked, and he wasn't the only one tired of these attitudes. Ever since Dante appeared, this man... He hates Dante with all he has... For no reason.
"I agree with Michael," Raphael said, looking at his brother. "You've been like this for a long time; what do you hate so much about this man?" Raphael questioned; this wasn't normal.
Mikael was speechless; he just clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, glaring at them. "He's a Dem-" "He stopped a Demonic invasion and preserved the life of one of the Virtues, as well as killed two Capital Sins and still located and delivered the Soul of the Human Progenitor, Adam." This time, Uriel interrupted.
The point here was...
His hatred made no sense...
The golden crown on her head was more than just an ornament; it was an emblem of power, something that transcended the mortal concept of royalty.
And finally, the veil over her face, though delicate, did not hide her eyes, which shone with an intensity greater than any star in the sky.
He kept his smile as the figure completed herself, his curiosity growing. "And how should I address the mistress of this sector?" he asked, his tone slightly provocative but also genuinely curious.
The goddess's eyes, shining with unfathomable power, met his, and for a brief moment, it seemed like time had stopped.
"I see... Star..." he murmured, the nickname slipping from his lips like an involuntary thought but carrying with it an inexplicable familiarity.
Strelizia, the fully formed goddess before him, raised an eyebrow with curiosity. There was something in the way Dante called her that piqued her interest, but before she could explore it, she decided to focus on the real reason for her presence.
"Why did you call me here?" she questioned, her voice firm yet melodious. As a deity, Strelizia could not afford to waste time on meetings.
Dante, however, just smiled.
As he focused, his sanctuary began to transform around them. The previously undefined space took the form of a celestial landscape.
The blue sky, clear and vast, stretched above them, with not a single cloud to obscure its purity. Below, a field of red spider lilies unfolded, their crimson flowers contrasting vividly with the blue sky. It was an impressive, almost dreamlike sight, as if Dante's very sanctuary was responding to Strelizia's divine presence, adapting to accommodate her grandeur.
"It should be more pleasant this way," Dante explained, still smiling. "Besides, it's always nice to be in a beautiful place for an important conversation, don't you think?"
Strelizia remained impassive, but Dante could feel her attention, as if she were analyzing every movement, every word he said.
"But, to answer your question," he continued, his expression growing a bit more serious, "I called you here because I know that the future awaiting us might be... chaotic. And, frankly, there are few people or entities in this world with whom I would prefer to discuss these matters." Dante said, "Now that I know there are no gods, much has made more sense now." Dante said, and waved his hand...
To Strelizia's surprise, a maid appeared out of nowhere and bent down, serving her tea, without even questioning anything...
"Eva." She murmured, as she could not recognize her own creation? But of course, she was no longer Eva...
"You did a good job," she commented, seeing how Dante had rewritten Eva's soul, transforming her into Evangeline... "Though it's still lacking some finishing touches," she noted.
Dante just smiled and said, "If you gave me the fragments of her soul, I could finish the touches." He said...
Dante already knew... He had mapped the entire world in search of Eva's fragments... so... he realized that the body is the soul, and the soul is the body... Thus, the only one who could have something was the creator herself.
"Who knows?" She said, letting out a light laugh as she picked up the teacup to taste it.
"Oh... you have good taste." She said upon tasting it; by coincidence, it was one of her favorite teas...
"So, Progenitor of Hell, what do you want to discuss?" She asked, calmly placing the cup on the table. "Tell me, Progenitor of Angels... How do you want to deal with your dear ill-behaved Son?" He asked, laughing.