#dantec;iris

Dante was having a pretty typical day. Murder by noon, evisceration by three and decapitation by six. Still, he knew the gig was up when he felt himself get thrown backwards. He had just finished off his latest victim, someone who now bled to death not far from him. A witch wanted to be a hero, that was cute. “Sweetie, you’re out of your league.” He engulfed in flames from the ground, teleporting behind her only to put his hand up and send her flying forward.