"Oh boy. Now [i]that's[/i] a good question isn't it?" Death smirked. "Tonight, you all sit in my company...just as you have since the day you were conceived. But only on this night will you know me...And your souls will call to me. For my vessel isn't that of purity...but that of demon tainted blood. Only then will a human be strong enough to embrace Death." The smirk across Death's face became a grin as he set the teacup on the table along with the book and folded his hands into his lap. "As I have been bound, I have come to reap the darkness from [b]one[/b] soul. From the death of that darkness, I will take up residence in that soul." Wind suddenly rushed into the room as a far side window burst open, ruffling the pages of books and kindling the fireplace flames into an uproar. "So the better question, my dear Dante, is who of you impure humans has had enough?" In the blink of an eye, the study was empty with Dante sitting alone. The fireplace was cold as if it was never lit, leaving the room dark and silent. All that remained of the pale rider was his empty teacup and the dusty book, sitting on the table.