who: Dante and whoever comes to rescue him.
what: Saving Dante from himself.
when: Tonight! Sometime.
notes: Sorry everyone, Dante's dungeon just sucked for you. Most enemies are either resistant to physical or completely null to dark. HOWEVER, a major weakness through the whole dungeon is holy, if all else fails just have the Hunger Games kids hit things a lot. The enemies resemble some pretty crazy shit. The whole dungeon resembles old roman architecture carved into the walls of the cliffs, with the sensation that you keep going lower as you pass through each room. There's also some blood and some fire depending on which way you turn. There's always a burning house on the horizon that no one ever gets closer to. The place has one Divinity Statue that offers power-ups to those who need it. The rooms surrounding the last room of the dungeon are all creepily empty of shadows. Thaaat's about it!

How long had he been fighting?

Hours, maybe. It felt like longer. It could have been days.

Shit, had it been days? Dante manages to keep his breath steady. He had the stamina to go on, but only for so long, not indefinitely. It seemed like it was the same for his Shadow, who was still on his feet and grinning viciously. His memory felt like it had been torn to pieces and put back together haphazardly. Finally he blanked it out, let everything fade away, and focused on the never ending fight ahead of him.

His body, as well put-together and sturdy as it was, would eventually give out. The Shadow could hit a few vital areas and drain him of blood and it'd be over. He was being toyed with. The Shadow didn't want him dead yet.

"You want me dead so bad, huh?" Dante hisses between his teeth, raising a knuckle to wipe the blood from his mouth. "Then why don't you kill me?" Some part of him knew the answer to that, but he wasn't ready to admit it, not yet. For the moment, this terrifyingly violent part of himself is nothing more than another enemy that he needed to defeat.

"You think it'll be easy," his Shadow rolls his head, cracking his neck with a dark chuckle. The bright yellow eyes flicker around the graves, and then back to Dante. "You always did pride yourself as a simple man, didn't you? It's easy to forget all your problems and not deal with it. How sad. You can say as much as you'd like that you've gotten over what happened.

"When they get here, I'll tell them all everything. Each one of your crimes. Isn't that what you want? You're so afraid that they'll leave you that you just forget to mention it. You don't even know your own habits. That's all right, we'll fix that. We can kill them all together!"

A low growl rolls from Dante's throat.

"You're getting angry again," his shadow says cooly. "Are you going to attack me? Come on, maybe you'll hit the jackpot this time."