[h2]The Other Dante: Ice Moon[/h2]

	Dante decided to chase Vergil through the portal he made in spite of Kat's instruction to let him be. He could not let Vergil claim control of the world. A demon leader was bad enough, but having a Nephilim in control would be hell. He gave a last ditch dive to beat the portal's closing, and did so. Dante landed with a thud on the barren and snowy landscape. He frantically looked around, eventually accepting the truth that the portal put him somewhere different than where Vergil went. He evaluated the situation and where he was, muttering out "Damn it..." as he searched around once more fruitlessly. He gave a violent punch to the ground, yelling out now. "Damn it all!" He swore into the uncaring and deaf landscape around him. With that, he began a walk, an endlessly walk that would have no meaning...

	That is, until he met the tracks of a bike that lay in the snow in front of him as he strode on. Dante observed them, almost not believing that something else could be out here, and began to follow them. He followed them for the longest time until they lead to the campfire that Shivani rested at. With a hopeful sigh, he began to approach the campfire. As he drew closer, several figures were around it, giving him hope until he realized that those figures weren't there for rest; Dante didn't know exactly what they were, but they weren't there for good. He reached behind him, where Rebellion appeared on his back, and drew the sword around letting it lightly drag the snowy ground under him. He would get easily within earshot of the creatures, which would probably be near the end of the campfire's radius of light, and taunt the odd creatures.

	"You're pretty damn ugly... Time for a makeover, don't you think?!" [i]Out of all the [b]good[/b] puns you have, you have to break out a shitty one...[/i]