Dante gripped Rebellion firmly, his eyes locked onto the new form of Mary Rose. Or rather, Morrigan, the Goddess of the End. Her humanoid body radiated a power that made reality itself tremble around her. Every step she took left a trail of destruction, and her dark wings seed to devour the very light of the world.
Dante smirked, spinning his sword over his shoulder. "So, Morrigan, let's see if 'the End' really ans anything to ."
She didn't respond with words. She simply raised a hand, and the world shook.
Reality around Dante distorted. A discomforting sensation overtook his body, as if he were being pulled in multiple directions at once. He instinctively leaped back, just in ti to see the ground where he had stood vanish into nothingness in the blink of an eye. It was as if that space had been erased from existence.
"Tch... I see," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Reality collapse? That's new."
Morrigan appeared before him in an instant. Dante barely had ti to raise Rebellion before one of her strikes cut through the air. Her blade grazed his armor, and the tal disintegrated like paper. The impact sent him flying backward, crashing through a mountain that shattered like glass upon contact.
Dante staggered to his feet, spitting blood. His chest burned, and his skin corroded where the blade had touched him. "What the hell was that...?"
Morrigan floated above him, her expression cold and unwavering. "This is the inevitable end, Dante. Pure entropy itself. Every strike I land doesn't just wound your body—it erases your existence, piece by piece."
Dante narrowed his eyes. "That sounds kinda unfair, don't you think?"
"Unfair?" She smiled, her aura expanding. "The end is absolute. It does not bargain, it does not hesitate, it does not retreat."
She raised her hand, and ti stopped.
Dante felt sothing indescribable. As if his consciousness were trapped in a void. He could see the world around him, but he couldn't move. Morrigan walked slowly toward him, her eyes glowing with that absolute power.
"This is the fate of all who challenge the End. You, Dante, are no exception."
Her blade descended toward his neck.
But Dante wouldn't be defeated so easily.
He channeled all his demonic energy, a force so vast that the air itself vibrated. His body glowed with an intense crimson aura, and ti around him shattered like glass. Morrigan stepped back slightly, surprised by his resistance.
"Don't underestimate ." He moved in an instant, slashing through the air with Rebellion.
This ti, it was Morrigan who felt the force of his attack. The impact sent her gliding through the air, her wings montarily folding inward. But she only smiled.
"Interesting. You really don't know when to quit."
Dante felt his heart grow heavy. Sothing was wrong.
He looked down at his own hand, and his fingers were dissolving into dust.
His eyes widened. "What the...?"
"You can feel it now, can't you?" Morrigan walked toward him, her voice low and dangerous. "Entropy is eating away at you. Every second you stand before , your very existence decays. Your energy, your being—everything is being erased bit by bit. Until nothing remains."
Dante gritted his teeth. He had never felt anything like this before. A battle where he wasn't just bleeding—he was literally disappearing.
He clenched his fists. "It doesn't matter. As long as I can still fight, then I can still win."
'She's erasing , but I can just recreate. I can keep this up with my healing, and thankfully, I'm still a Vampire,' Dante thought.
Morrigan laughed. "Let's see how long you can last."
The battle resud. Dante was forced to constantly dodge, as every blow she landed took away part of his existence, but he healed again. His breath beca heavy, his vision blurred. But he kept going, because that was what he always did.
He spun Rebellion and channeled his energy, unleashing a demonic slash that exploded into a wave of destruction. Morrigan crossed her arms and absorbed the impact, but Dante seized the opening to strike her with a series of rapid blows.
The blade cut through her skin, drawing a sigh from her. But when Dante stepped back, he noticed the wound was closing instantly.
"Too late," she whispered. "You've already lost." She declared.
Dante fell to his knees.
His fingers trembled, even as he healed, he lost his regeneration. His strength was fading. It was as though sothing was pulling his soul out of his body.
He gasped. "Damn it... This is the first ti... I've felt..."
"Fear?" Morrigan finished for him. "Yes, Dante. The end has always been terrifying. You've just pretended you've never seen it."
Dante closed his eyes for a mont. His body was falling apart, his consciousness becoming hazy.
But then, a thought crossed his mind.
The won he loved. The ones he sent away to keep safe. He couldn't lose here. He couldn't let this be his fate.
His eyes opened, glowing with newfound resolve. "I thought it would take longer to use this... but it's good to know you didn't disappoint ."
He rose, his aura burning again around him. Morrigan raised an eyebrow.
"Give up," she ordered, smiling, seeing how badly Dante was faring.
"Well, if we're going to fight with everything... I might as well use everything, right?" Dante asked, a demonic grin spreading across his face.
Morrigan raised an eyebrow... before she saw Dante do sothing... "Do you know why you never transford into a Dragon?" Dante asked, still smiling.
Morrigan furrowed her brow, her expression shifting between curiosity and anger. "What are you talking about?"
"You absorbed Tiamat... but you never consud her heart." Dante's voice dripped with provocation and triumph. "And that's why you could never be complete. But I... I don't make the sa mistakes."
Morrigan's eyes widened for a split second before she shot forward. The space around her distorted as if the very universe was being erased by her presence. A storm of destruction ford around her, her fist covered in corrosive energy strong enough to obliterate entire continents. She couldn't allow Dante to do this.
But it was too late.
Dante opened his mouth and swallowed Tiamat's heart whole.
The impact from Morrigan never reached him.
A burst of demonic energy erupted from Dante like a cataclysm, engulfing everything around him in a devastating storm of red and black flas. The ground cracked into fissures, swallowing mountains. The sky turned crimson once more, and the winds howled like maddened demons. Morrigan was thrown back like a leaf in the midst of a hurricane, her divine form struggling against the overwhelming pressure of the newly unleashed force.
Dante writhed, his body burning from the inside. He felt every cell, every fiber of his existence being rewritten. His blood turned to magma. His bones expanded, transforming into columns of titanic strength. Claws erged from his hands, his teeth beca fangs capable of tearing apart gods.
His wings burst from his back—not the typical demon wings, but sothing more primal, colossal, shaped by pure infernal chaos. They unfolded like an eclipse, blocking all light around him. His skin took on a deep scarlet hue, like freshly forged incandescent tal. Ancestral markings burned across his flesh, forbidden runes written by Tiamat herself.
When Dante opened his eyes again, they shone like twin suns, reflecting absolute power.
Morrigan rose from the wreckage, her body trembling slightly, while her golden eyes, once filled with arrogance and certainty, now reflected sothing rare—fear. Her divine pride wavered in the face of what was manifesting before her.
"This... this is impossible...!" Her voice echoed with disbelief and frustration.
Dante exhaled slowly, and the re act of breathing triggered a wave of destructive energy that distorted the space around him. Ti itself seed to hesitate, as if the universe didn't know how to react to his presence. His voice reverberated, carrying a monstrous, divine, and infernal weight at the sa ti.
"I warned you," he said, each word vibrating through reality like thunder. He raised a hand, slowly closing his fist—and the very universe seed to tremble under his will. The ground disintegrated into ashes, the sky contorted in agony, and Morrigan's energy... hesitated.
Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. Her own power, which should consu and corrupt everything, was being suppressed. The absolute dominion she held over the end was being challenged by sothing even greater. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire
Dante smiled, his voice laden with satisfaction and triumph.
"A Dragon... the only existence with the absolute right to rule."
The scarlet glow of his aura burned like the primordial fire, pulsing like a divine heart. His titanic draconic form began to shrink, adjusting, refining... until Dante returned to a humanoid form. But he was no longer the sa.
His hair now burned a deep, living red, like incandescent embers. His eyes glead in liquid gold, reptilian, majestic, unbearably intense. His skin carried a dark glow, as if the very chaos of Hell and the magnificence of the ancestral dragons had fused within him.
His black armor, forged with the flas of Hell, enveloped his body, each plate radiating an overwhelming presence. Rebellion, his faithful blade, pulsed with draconic energy, its blade reforged and grotesquely magnificent, with veins of red power vibrating along its edge.
Dante rested the sword on his shoulder, his gaze fixed on Morrigan. His smile was sharp, predatory, carrying the promise of destruction.
"The Demon Dragon God against the Goddess of the End..." he said, his voice resonating in all directions, filled with pure certainty.
Morrigan, for the first ti, hesitated. She no longer felt the sa absolute advantage. She, who was the very end, felt... uncertainty.
Dante raised his blade, pointing it directly at her.
"Let's see, Morrigan..." His smile widened, and his flas roared around him like a cosmic storm.
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