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How Delsin had got himself into Limbo, Dante had no idea. But there was no time for questions, especially when a group of demons decided to gang up on the, seemingly, powerless conduit. Thankfully he had been wandering in the area, otherwise he knew that Delsin would be as good as dead.

Switching Rebellion for Osiris, he dropped down from one of the crumbling buildings onto the broken brick pathway. Driving his angelic scythe through three demons in one go at a speed that sent them flying into the air. As soon as they were taken care of, only one remained. The chainsaw fucker, well that’s what Dante liked to call it anyway.

“C’mon you ugly sack of shit!” He taunted, switching Osiris over to Arbiter with a wide grin spread across his face that now held a few splashes of deep red blood from the previous asshole’s he’d laid to rest. The demon charged forward with all its might, chainsaw held in the air ready to run right through him until it realised that it, instead of Dante, had been impaled.

Damn it.

Damn it all.

He had honestly not expected Delsin to obey him, if anything he expected a punch to be planted in the middle of his face. But this, this was so god damned blissful. The moment he felt the conduit’s lips leave his own, only to be followed with a sweet purr of a question, a faint shiver run through his spine. But instead of actually speaking a reply, he reached a hand around, grasped the back of his head and pulled him back in for another, this time deeper, kiss. His eyes instantly shut and his eyebrows had narrowed with satisfaction.

Somehow, whilst still being unconscious, Dante had managed to stand up right. Whoever put him on this shit was going to pay when he woke up. Definitely.