Darkness shall prevail- repost, Open- Warning, Enter at own Risk

It was an eight hour flight from England to Chicago and not one moment had been peaceful for Dante since he gained access aboard the small aircraft. There was maybe a dozen passengers mixed between men, women, and children, elderly and young and Dante was seated between a small elderly sweet old woman and a young blond teenage girl about 16 or 17. Have you ever been on a flight and been seated next to someone that loved to hear themselves talk? Dante was stuck between two. Between the old lady who decided it was time to give him her whole life story and the teen girl who loved to chew gum and blow bubbles with an ignorant pop, he couldn't take much more. His patience was thin enough as it was on a regular basis and the two of them weren't helping matters much. He couldn't decide who was worse, but considering the teenager was on her cell phone with her boyfriend the entire flight, he was leaning towards the old lady more.

"Miss, can I have a package of peanuts please?" he asked the passing stewardess. She handed him a small package and he carefully opened them, spilling them onto his tray. Picking one up, he placed it between his fingers and flicked one against the seat in front of the old lady. The nut ricocheted off the seat at almost a flawless angle and caught the woman directly in the mouth and lodged itself in the back of her throat. Immediately the woman couldn't breathe. She was being suffocated, rather than choked to death, but it was music to Dante's ears. After four minutes of not being able to breathe, your brain begins to malfunction as oxygen is clearly not passing through. After several minutes, the body begins to black out and you start to fade away into unconsciousness. After ten minutes, well, you meet your maker.

She wasn't on the list, Dante. Yeah well neither are the rest of these people, but guess what...I'm thirsty." Froste, this isn't part of the plan."Nothing ever is, now is it?'' he said as he lunged out of his chair in a fit of fury.....

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"Ground control, This is private flight 746 flying from London to Chicago. We seem to have a severe problem on board. Asking for emergency landing where applicable. Please send emergency response, please."

"Flight 746, this is ground control. What seems to be the problem?"

"All passengers are dead, including the co pilot. I need to land asap. There is something on board and I don't know what the hell it is. Request for emergency landing now, please."

"What are your coordinates?"

"28.7959° N, 81.7477° W. I think I'm entering into Lake county now. Please help!"

"Based on your coordinates, there is a small Airfield right outside of the city available for emergency landing. Emergency has been dispatched and will be there soon."

"Thank you."

The pilot eased off the throttle and tilted the plane forward. Altitude began to drop slowly until they reached the desired height for the pilot to engage the landing gear. It was going to be rough but he could place it down only as gently as he could. As the plane began to decrease its flight, the pilot held onto the control stick as he wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth. Within touchdown range, he eased back up on the stick to level out the plane until the wheels touched ground. The plane hit hard at first as it sliced through all the brush and country farmland, but what the pilot didn't expect, was the tree in his path which clipped his left wing, tearing it off completely and sending him to a spin. The cab spun violently out of control digging into the earth as it moved forward.

Eventually it came to a halt as the pilot opened the cockpit door out of habit to make sure his crew was alright. Bodies laid everywhere from seats to the floor all with bite marks and blood all over them. Every single one of them dead except one little boy about four years old that still remained strapped into his seat and safe. He was crying and scared as he looked to the pilot, but there was something a little off. The pilot turned his head to view the seats next to him where the real pilot and the co pilot lied dead. It was strange looking at yourself and seeing what it would look like if you dead but the smile that soon crept across the currents pilots face, was not who dared to care. No, instead, he stood from his seat a little bruised and banged up, but still able to walk. Still able to shift back into his true form. It was now that the young boy seen who his real pilot was as he transformed before the young one's eyes into the murderer that killed all these people, including his mother. The boy then began to cry harder as Dante soon approached him. Young blood was so much better for healing after a brush with death. Fangs protruded from his lips as he took the boy in one sweep, tilt his head and sunk into the boys soft flesh. The grim reaper had nothing on Dante with what he had planned for this fair city. If this was going to be his new playground for quite some time, why not get acquainted and settled in a little bit? It was time to make this......Home.

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Froste had made his way city side before any emergency staff could get to the crash scene. It was abundant as people scuttered about doing there own thing and living their busy everyday lives. They had no idea what was about to hit this fair city. They had no warning, no clue. The devil's advocate had returned and this time with a vengeance and license to kill. Dante walked out into the street and crossed a few streets here and there until he came to a place where taxi's and buses flourished. When Dante hailed a cab, he stopped it right in its tracks. He didn't wave it down like normal people, no that was too civil and never dangerous enough, (well unless of course you were in New York City anyways.) Instead, he just stepped out in front of it and hoped it would stop on a dime. If not, he'd be back as there was no doubt about that. Lucifer wasn't finished with him to let him just die.

When the cabby came to a screeching halt, Dante moved around to the drivers side door. Got room for one more?" He didn't even wait for an answer as he was already opening the rear door and getting in.

"Hey there buddy, Are you blind? Can't you see I already have a passenger?" he pointed to the person sitting in the back.

Dante looked to his company or midnight snack, whichever the case may be, and put on a charming smile. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind sharing the fair. Now I need the first luxury Hotel you come too. Its been a rather eventful evening for me. I think I may need to catch up on some rest. After all, sleep is so hard to come by these days."

It was a rather cold night, but it was not cold enough that it was biting against the skin, and not so much that Valon had deemed it necessary to be burdened with additional clothing to ward off the chill. Likewise, he did not deem it necessary to be constantly surrounded by armed royal guards who were suspicious of everything and anything. Donovan was his head of security detail, and even he was unbearable for the most part, not willing to trust the humans despite how Valon had seen them so far. Donovan believed them a threat, Valon saw them as little more than sport and was not about to worry himself with their presence around him. He could wander the streets and appear as they did, normal and simple. It was a sort of strange joyous feeling to be one of the crowd, and at the same time it was a strong and thrilling feeling to be the hunter, so strong and capable of ripping them each to shred, tearing their screaming souls from their bodies and forcing their immortal existence to fuel his nightmare machines.

The sound of a slow-moving engine was constantly over his shoulder as he traveled, a black car with a handful of demons trailing behind him at a creeping pace. He figured they were at least bored by this point, and he had told Donovan that he was not going to need the escort in this sort of city. He was well aware of what could happen to him, but he was still feeling the high from the conflict with his father and as it was at the moment nothing was capable of touching him. Not even the angel ambassador Amaranth had managed to take him on, and based on the human lore, they were supposedly polar opposites. Angels were supposedly superior, too, but Valon had been unimpressed with the way she had dealt with business and now he was on the lookout for some other method of enjoying himself that he could easily enter into. Naturally, causing a killing spree was not something he could derive much enjoyment from, but he was becoming quickly aware of the fears of humanity. The thoughts of the terror and chaos brought a hungry smile to his lips.

Finally through with all the walking and window-shopping he could force himself through, he sidestepped a few civilians on the street, his accessory walking cane tapping against the concrete lightly before entering the taxi cab before him, the rest of him following. Valon did not have a range of clothing, but then he was not in his natural shape and those that he would have worn to denote his status were not at all designed for this smaller and malformed human shape. He was outfitted in a professional suit with a black tie and a fedora perched, nested on his short hair. Most people did not bother to try interrupting him with anything, many, he supposed, misinterpreting the small black glasses as an indication of poor eyesight rather than the aversion to the brightness of the sun. The brightness remained throughout the night, too, and it would seem he could never be rid of the neon flashing rainbows or the unrelenting sunlight.

The driver had asked his destination, and Valon had issued him the command of taking him to the nearest major tourist outlet. Tourism meant people, usually stupid ones, and stupid people were very easy to rile up. Most would be unemployed, disgruntled with government or with some small cause, and they could be very quickly turned into an angry mob if he was able to hit on the particular note. The Los Angeles riots had been something he'd researched, but he was not about to expect that they were going to be so easily repeated in a place such as Chicago. The car had started moving ahead, though just as soon as they had begun there was a sudden stop. From the back seat, Valon had a plenty open view of the man who had stopped the vehicle with his body and proceeded to wander around to the back seat with him. Opening the door, he had the audacity to enter and presume Valon was willing to share the taxi with a stranger. The king merely presented an unmoving smile, his eyes cold as they stared at the intrude from behind the shades.

"No, it's fine." Valon assured the driver, indicating that he keep driving with a nod of the head, traffic beginning to back up behind them quickly. In his mind, he could see the vehicle with the guards in it being emptied, shotguns readied as they closed in on their cab. With a lurch they were off again, the driver eager to make up the distance he wanted to cover. "And yes, sleep is very hard to achieve if you're the type to prefer that sort of thing. I abhor sleep, however. So much I could be doing in the meantime." He made a quick analysis of the man's apparel, but came up with no definite evaluations. All he could determine from the way the clothes hung was that they'd been worn from a while, though that was compounded by the smell of musk that hung around him, and did not take any sort of genius to conclude. "So, while my eventful day has yet to truly begin, you seem to have already had your fill of excitement. What have you been up to, if you don't mind my asking?" The tone was suspicious and intrigued, Valon's natural curiosity irritated by the lack of deduction he'd attained.

It was true, but sleep was also good for restoring much needed energy that was used for those "other" things. Even Dante had his limitations on how far he could go until things became too exhausting. Even if it was only a couple of hours or a power nap, it was at least something to keep him going. However, Dante chose to ignore the gentleman that sat to his right and instead focus on his surroundings for the moment. The last time he was in Chicago, it was during the roaring 20's, so to see how much it had changed since then, it was amusing. It wasn't much different from any other modern city, but it was busy and had a lot more to it than he cared for. It was time to learn the ins and outs, the back roads and alleys. It was where he spent most of his time, collaborating and gaining certain prospects to use for his enjoyment. It was always good to have a fallback just in case things got a little hairy and to know the right people, seemed to get you out of a lot of trouble when in need. Sure the man next to him may have been a demon, same side or maybe competition, but he meant nothing to him. To Dante, any demon or being of that matter, was below him. They were just pawns in his little game of chess and right now, he didn't need any pawns just yet.

Dante turned his head, giving the man a look as though to say he wasn't pleased with the man's nosiness. Just because he needed the cab and was willing to share the fare, didn't mean he wanted to get acquainted. He was in no mood for idle chatter but he decided to amuse the character with small talk. "Using my frequent flyer miles, if you must know." he said with a bit of sarcasm. "I figured I'd use them before they expired." he said looking in the rear view mirror and noticing a drop of blood pooled in the corner of his mouth. Taking out a small napkin from his pocket, he dabbed at the dry spill until it was gone.

Dante then looked to the driver tapping him on the shoulder, "What is the most luxurious hotel you have here in Chicago?"

The driver looked in his rear view to look at Dante, "I hear Trump Towers is the nicest. But forgive me if I'm a little forward, sir, but they'll never let you past the doors looking like that."

Dante looked at his apparel and the man was right. No wonder why the man next to him may have been a little offended when taking over his cab. Of course, there wasn't much time to change before escaping the crash, so what was he to do? His eyes glanced over to the man next to him, eyes looking over the nice wrinkle free suit the man wore. That would look very nicely on him as well. One never could tell the age of another as it was hard to tell with this whole not aging thing. It had its pros and cons, but it sucked more when you tried to do things and look like a fool for doing it. Dante looked to the gentleman, getting his attention and decided to take a test run using the vampire side of him. "Excuse me sir," and once he had the man's attention, his eyes began to dilate, pupils growing wider as he made eye contact. His mind tried to enter the gentleman's and he began to use a certain bit of mind control over the demon. "...I am going to need that suit of yours. You will take it off and give it to me."

Note: I don't expect him to be compelled by Dante because he is twice the age of Dante. Dante is just testing his limits right now. Oh and I just wing my threads, so as long as you....well you can't kill Dante.....so do what you would like. I'm the type that goes with the flow of things. With any of my other characters as long as you don't kill them or hurt them severely without my permission, I'm game for anything.

Using the frequent flyer miles? Well now, how droll. He was hoping for something more marginally exciting than that and shook his head slightly. It was not something he was about to believe, however he had no reason to disbelieve this story other than the fact the man looked like a hobo. Clearly not a hobo, of course, based on his way of speaking, way of standing, and way of asking for the best hotel in the area. That last one sort of threw him away from his suspicion that he was unfortunate and headed him in the way of thinking this man was worth his attention. Perhaps it was the monotonous drive and the futile existence of humans in this realm that bored him so much, and if that was the case then Valon was in dire need of something to distract himself. His thoughts moved quickly towards thoughts of how to amuse himself in the event that he was in this kind of situation in a more prolonged fashion. He smirked at the driver's response, wishing it had been a little bit more honest, and thereby harsh, and entertaining.

At the time the stranger turned to Valon, the demon was well involved in his own thought process, musing over the thoughts of infection some of the populace to cause some fear and entertaining new stories. The notion of the dead walking the earth was a popular theme here, but it was an unrealistic notion to resurrect corpses, and that forced him to be more creative. He was distracted away as the man called his attention, looking over at the dilated pupils and the staring visage. He could feel the additional presence of another in his mind, moving about in attempts to compel him. The suggestion was planted, saying he should give up his clothing for the stranger, but Valon was not buying this at all, and in fact found it a swing in a very entertaining way. A very fun opportunity for him in fact.

"Oh, you want... you want my suit... well I'll just..." His hands began to work as though unbuttoning the jacket, however did not even open a single button, instead fidgeting whilst continuing to stare, his head cocking to the side a little. "And then... no, wait, I have a better idea." Seamlessly his appearance was changed, the false look lost and the skin fading away from the pale white into a golden brown. The eyes hollowed out and turned their natural deep red, his face lengthening and becoming a bestial kind. His jaw dislocated naturally, hanging against his still-human chest and displaying his two rows of edged teeth. His head lunged forwards, the jaw snapping up with a crack and stopping barely an inch from the man's face. The air pushed up his throat, a pleased rumbling echoing along the inside.

The car swerved suddenly, a yell coming from the driver as he swung the car wildly across traffic and across the sidewalk. He abandoned the vehicle quickly, disappearing into a nearby store, most likely to call for the law enforcements. Valon's eyes remained pupilless and wide as they fixated on the other inhabitant of the cab, his breath fiery as it was expelled through his nostrils. "Sze ke min kvu pastikuri evetoc?" he growled, mouth unmoving as he spoke demonic to his counterpart. 'You thought to rule a king?' it translated to, roughly, and he supposed that the other man would either understand or voice his confusion. His hand flung out, stopping at its natural length, but the blade of his sword continued to slide as though fueled by momentum. stretching across the vehicle before the hilt fell into his hand, and he pressed it down on the ground. The blade slid easily through the floor, skewering it as he forced himself up to a standing position. The door to the cab swung shut violently, and as he rose the light from outside seemed to dim, enveloping and expanding in the unquantified darkness.

In what could possibly be described as a twilight zone, Valon stood tall at his full height, using the sword in place of the cane, its edge disappearing into the darkness sweeping across his feet. A similar shadow surrounded Dante, and around them although it was quite apparent they were still within the vehicle - the seats and windows vaguely outlined but otherwise undefined.
"So." His voice continued to echo, though he spoke in a common tone, not wishing to waste his demonic tongue on this man he knew nothing about other than his otherworldliness. "So you want my suit, eh? How about we start with you telling me who you are and why you're here. And make it truthful this time. None of this air miles nonsense."

Dante's eyes remained locked on his as the man made a move to undue the buttons to his suit. At first, Dante thought it was working, thoughts of how this demon wasn't that old after all and how he could overpower him so easily. These vampire abilities were coming in handy and he was loving it. It didn't just work on humans, but even the supernatural kind. It was kinda nice, but even though he thought this, his features wouldn't give it away. But if they had, it would have turned his smile upside down in displeasure the moment the man said,

Well, wasn't that just a let down. And here he thought he was getting somewhere with this whole scenario. But it got better.... The man before him began to transform into something demonic, not to mention uglier than sin itself. For a demon, that was pretty bad. The man transfigured himself into what could be transcribed as the beast himself that revelations or other worldly religions considered to be Satan himself, but Dante knew better. This was a man, or demon, under Lucifer's control, was he not? An appointed King, as he so stated himself being in that ancient tongue of his? Lucifer was master of all demons, and Dante liked to consider himself second ranked, although he was only a messenger under Lucifer. But no demon but Lucifer himself had power over Dante, so this little charade he was playing, meant nothing. He didn't even flinch in the slightest when the chops of the demon came so close to biting the tip of his nose off. So close that he could smell the demons breath. "If you want to kiss me, your going to need a tic tac first. Your breath is about as horrendous as that thing you call a face."

Dante felt the car swerve and come to a halt as the driver took off out the cab, but his eyes never left his counterpart. it was weird to see a demon with such power to enter his own mind and transform the very fabric of his universe, making it seem like the cab had gotten bigger as the demon stood straight up inside the cab. It was weirder to see the background change into a more demonic realm, giving him the essence of being back in that place that seemed like only yesterday. It was like the demon was invading his own memories and placing them back in one of the pits of hell that Dante remained for so long before being released back to earth. Still, it wasn't that impressive to make Dante remove his gaze and feel any kind of fear.

"I take it that's a 'No' ?" He replied in his normal cocky attitude.

"Now where's the fun in telling the truth? Besides, I wouldn't be a demon if I told the 'Truth' now would I?" Dante wasn't about to be pushed around by some over powering demon who wanted to be Mr. Control freak. "That and I didn't know this was going to be one of those 'You show me yours and I'll show you mine' moments. Other wise I would have come more prepared." Truthfully, did this King really want to do this? Was it time for Dante to pull out the big guns? Show him how his demon form was nothing more than a child's nightmare? Did he really want to whip it out and compare who's was bigger? It just wasn't worth it for Dante to go through all that effort unless he was going to claim this demon's dead soul, but that had already been taken as it was seen. Besides, the transformations were so.....uncomfortable. "How about this....I'll let you live and let you think your dick is bigger if you just come back to earth for the moment and we can talk this out. It's apparent you don't know me, and I sure the hell don't know your ugly face. So if you want, I'll spring for the dinner and the movie if you make yourself beautiful again. Deal?"

Dante turned his back on the demon as if to show he truly wasn't afraid, but also to show him that he had an ounce of trust that the demon wouldn't try to kill him. Of course that could have been a really bad thing after taunting the demon as he did, but what the hell, he'd be back. It's not like he would do much damage to Dante after all. He might kill Dante a few hundred times, but Dante would wear the SOB and tire him out with as many times as he rise from the dead so to speak that Dante would then get his chance to send this motherfucker back to hell where he belonged. "Besides, I think we could use one another. Might be worth our while to see if this relationship could go anywhere...." he said before the thing could either unleash its fury onto him or make the truce.

It was obvious the man was not expecting this, and certainly was not expecting some resistance. He had actually anticipating that Valon would just give up his belongings to a man who demanded it of him. Well, that was a funny story all in itself, and it filled him with a disgruntled feeling of contempt for the individual standing before him. Although the man did not identify the situation they were in, to Valon it appeared more like an impending execution. His sword was certainly hoping it would get a swing at least and douse itself in blood. It was so pale and hungry, he could feel its frustration at being kept down and away from the arrogant individual next to him. His attitude was a cocky one, full of ego and self-importance that Valon would not mind taking down a few notches, if not removing completely. The notion that a demon would behave in such a way around him in such a way was incredible, but Valon was well aware that his man was not from his realm. He had been here longer. His words were mixed up and sounded like feces moving past his lips; a very human way of speaking.

Each word uttered only sunk him deeper into the pit that he was developing for himself. The remarks he likely regarded as witty were no more than obvious deflections of his own concerns about the situation. The off-the-cuff insults and remarks were there to appeal to an audience that was not watching, to make him seem like a clever and brave man when he was indeed neither, and was very much a pathetic worm that was in very real danger of being stepped on. His body did not move, eyes boring into the skull of the man as he continued to run his mouth as if each word spoken was of any interest of Valon. His hand remained in position as he awaited some sort of culmination of the obscene amounts of puerile spew, a reprieve from the barrage of idiocy that seemed endless as it poured from his mouth without checking with the brain whether it was a good idea. Finally there was some sort of calm in the torrent, the man turning his back and still not introducing himself, but proposing an alliance between the two of them. Valon was less than impressed with the proposition.

"Esq je Vijjan pra Abzjyon pra Ek'jijhahh." His demonic tongue came to life, the words finding their true accent in his natural state, and his voice speaking them slowly as though he were talking to a retarded child. "In this tongue, that translates to 'I am Valon Abaddon Eurynome.' The translation I chose myself, for ease of being identified. This is how we greet one another in my realm." His sword arm came up, the blade seeping shadow from the ground as it rested before Dante's face. "You, however, are not fit to talk to me. In my realm I am the reigning monarch. In your realm, you are likely little more than some Lord's footstool, and as we have determined, considering you were unable to influence me even slightly, your powers and titles do not carry over across the realms." He was making a fair point. Valon was well aware that there were many realms and many groups of demons whom were not at all affiliated with his own. Some had been in Chicago a while, some, like his, only recently. Whomever it was the man served, Valon was no thrall to him and would not turn down the opportunity to face him.

"Now, how about you act as though you have manners, or we'll see about severing your head and making it into a trophy. I have no time or use for those that cannot speak as they were raised."

Words sounded like mumble jumble to him as the translation was given to him. Dante didn't seem impressed with the unknown tongue and almost sounded like it could pass as some Arabic terrorist trying to blow himself up in an attempt to please the false god of Allah. If it wasn't for the demon translating it to him, he probably would have ducked and cover to the nearest demon realm he could find. Considering he had no idea where he was at now, that would have been a trick.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just in case you haven't noticed, We're not in your realm. We call this the planet Earth here and we don't really give a flying fuck who one another is. So I suggest you cut the drama queen act off and come back to this reality." Dante snaked back at him.

Dante watched as the demon asshole raised the sword to his face and for some weird apparent reason.......

.....It still didn't phase him.

He hated how demons had to make good valid points. He was some damn footstool to someone. However, he was wrong about one thing. His powers did carry over to other realms just like Valon's powers carried over to this realm. Realms didn't matter when it came to powers and abilities. At least not that Dante had ever saw. Titles, ok maybe, but Dante never claimed to have a title and this demon fuck was starting to get a little annoying with his over bitchy attitude. Maybe it was time to measure dicks and see whose was bigger. In Realms anything was possible, was it not? It wasn't like being on Earth where they had certain limitations and secrets. Anything was possible since this was like a dream world Valon had brought him to....

Bones began to crack and snap in and out of place. Skin soon went from a dark tanned to growing darker as it ribbed out and turned black and scaly like a hide of armor likened unto you common reptile. A human at 5' 10" soon stood at a much stronger 9 foot in height. Dante's face stretched out as his jaw widened and got longer, baring a few dozen razor sharp teeth. Long black and semi torn wings ripped from his back and stretched an amazing 9 foot in width while a long tail protruded from the tail end of his spine ending in a sharp devils tip. Two long and curved horns emitted from his scalp while his hands transformed into claws. His feet ripped through the worn boots and doubled in size, creating almost haunches. Muscles nearly tripled in size compared to the man Dante was. His eyes glowed a terrible dark bloody red and slitted like those of a reptile. From the depths of Dante's deepest caverns, he opened that mouth of his and set the area around Valon on fire creating a circle around him of flames as he looked slightly down on the demon from another Realm.

"My mother died when I was young, so what manners do you wish me to show you?" he snarled and hissed with a snake like tongue. "Perhaps the ones that my Realm have raised me with?" he asked sarcastically as he began to circle Valon. "If it's a name you are looking for, I am a man of many names and faces. It is of no importance to you, but if you must know, you may call me Friend which translates in my realm as 'We are on the same side you stupid fuck, now get over yourself!' Unless of course you would rather be enemies....."

No understanding of a simple demonic tongue, no class, no threatening ability beneath a simplistic exterior.

He didn't even dress with style.

It was hard to understand how, in whatever fucked up and backwards realm this guy came from, he had managed to pass for some sort of demon. Never mind that he was first fiddle to whatever the leading guy was. As far as Valon was concerned, he was dealing with the prince of the shit pile, and he was incredibly unimpressed with the way he was conducting himself at the moment. So much so that he allowed himself to become slightly more lax in his manners, finding them wasted on someone as poor and pathetic as this, and doubting the subtle absences would even be missed. After all, it wasn't like he was returning anything that would even vaguely resemble breeding. The lack of response to his sword being at his throat was characteristic of this type. The self-important hero of their own story. Nothing could hurt them, nothing could stop them.

Well, they'd just have to see about that, wouldn't they?

As though trying to impress Valon with some pissy display of transformation, the man before him warped into a beast that Valon could only describe as being a pathetically childish attempt at being frightening. Reptilian and toothed and with horns, but that was so cliche that it was painful to look at, and he had to narrow his eyes a little regarding the change to prevent himself from being sick at the sheer half-heartedness of it all. If this was what his true form looked like, then it was failing on any level of terror. Things weren't scary because they were reminiscent of Puff the Magic Dragon. They struck terror because they were maddening and impossible, and the form in front of him was anything but. And then as if it couldn't get any worse, flames jetted out from its mouth, igniting the area around them.

This time it was Valon who didn't even flinch, barely acknowledging the change other than to turn up his head slightly to retain eye contact with the lizard.

"How very cute. However I have to say if this is your attempt at upstaging me, you're failing horribly. I'm in a whole other league, son." His sword struck the ground, the tip shattering the illusion of fire and quenching the flames around them, the inferno splintering into millions of pieces and leaving them in the same eerie darkness they had been in prior to the amateur dramatics.

"Now, as for manners, your 'upbringing' is a piss-poor excuse for you having none. You think I was given much more than the backhand of my father? But no, because I am observant, whereas you rely on your power to lead your way, and to get you places. You have no concept of subtle, and that is why you must be this... whatever the fuck you call it." he gestured at the form he had become, not even caring to call it a demon because it was embarrassing to associate himself with it. "You like to be showy and big and strong? Well that's fine, but don't play around with the boys who are bigger than you are or you're going to get your arse beat. That I can promise you." His sword continued to rest against the nonexistent ground, his body pressing off it and rocking slightly as he spoke. He felt his analysis was correct, albeit brief and missing the more important undertones of the behaviour that Valon was unwilling to share. You didn't play your winning cards before they were due, naturally.

"So then, Friend, since you want to be a superstar then what are you suggesting? Are we playing a duet or are you wanting us to be part of a grander orchestra that will play the strings of fate to the tender strokes of a classical piece? Are we going to shake the foundations of this realm with an opera of discord and destruction that will leave immortal powers shaking? Will we be conducting ourselves with a little bit more self control, or will you be constantly attempting to upstage me as you have tried here?" He was not in the mood for playing games. Either this Friend was going to get over his inferiority complex and adopt a shape that was more manageable and approachable, or Valon would be taking home something nice and exotic to put on his walls.

Really? This was how this demon responded to something that would make any human piss its pants? This is what Dante received for the effort he put into this prick? This piece of shit in front of him was nothing more than some fallen ignorant angel that couldn't make it in the heavens and certainly couldn't make it deep down under. Manners? Subtlety? Proper dress? Class? Something straight out of a character in the making from some role play game is what it was. A demon who couldn't threaten a mouse yet alone a human. This fuck reminded him more of a Mammoth who talked big, threw his weight around, but never did anything but that. At least Dante wasn't afraid to act on his threats and demands and without hesitation. If it wasn't for the fact that this fuck wasn't worth his left nut, he would have torched him on the spot and ate him for a light snack. What league was this guy insinuating he was from? The league of bitches? Dante was wasting his time and he had more important things to accomplish rather than playing childish games with this moron.More important than manners and subtlety, and proper clothing and attire to appease his self righteous ass. But to appease him and show him that he was wrong, he bent his will.

In no more than a seconds time, his over dramatic appearance was changed into something more subtle and proper as this supposed demon wanted or to Dante's ears, begged for. He hated bitchy little demons that cried over unimportant drama. But for the sake of proving this fucker wrong, his appearance was a little more familiar to him than he may have wanted or expected. The huge rather unintimidating demon form was now transformed into the exact replica of Valon himself as if he was standing there looking in the mirror. Even the voice matched to Valon's. Every detail, every pitch. There was nothing that was left out...well maybe except dick size. It was clear that Dante had the balls and size that this man didn't.

"How is this? Is this to your liking? Does this form appease you more?" he hissed. Then he shape shifted into someone else. Someone more proper and educated, someone dressed in a tuxedo and spoke proper English to the most perfect extent. " Or perhaps this is more suitable to your tastes..." he spoke as if it was a question that needed approval. "Perhaps maybe something more along these lines would be good for you, Master" he said as he shifted into some butler form as a gentleman's gentleman. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Eurynome?" He then shifted back into his true form, the same as which Valon saw when he first entered the cab. "Don't underestimate me you old fuck! That would be your first mistake. I won't hesitate to put you in your place while you're in MY realm. Just remember, my powers may be weaker in your realm, but they're a hell of a lot stronger in my realm."

And if a demon with manners and proper etiquette weren't enough, he had to go and change his tune using metaphors of orchestras and duets and fucking instruments like this was some form of musical game. Whatever happened to talking in fucking English and just being straight forward? If this is how every demon was, in his realm, then for the love of all things sin, he hoped he never was sent there. May his Lord help him if the realms ever coexisted in the same dimension.....This realm would eat these fucks up in a heartbeat. ".....You know on second thought, you just don't seem like the guy I need anymore. You're right though...I am one who likes to throw his power around, but not because I have to, because I want to. It's more fun that way."

Was this stupid fuck forgetting that he was the one who started this little show of trying to upstage Dante? With the fucking show of this twilight realm, the over compensating sword, the weak minded transformation he underwent, and even freaking out the cab driver and now drawing attention to them when a simple 'No' could have worked? Was it really all necessary? No, it wasn't. All this fuck had to do was tell Dante his mind tricks weren't going to work on him and this all could have been avoided. Where was his supposed subtlety? His manners? Now they both had to walk to their destinations and if that wasn't as bad, it wouldn't be long till the police showed up to seize the cab with them in it. So who was the piece of shit dumb fuck now? "Don't go talking about upstaging and subtlety to me you fucking tard. I suggest we quit this game of bullshit drama now and get the hell out of here before the cops show up. Or did you think the cab driver wasn't going to call? I don't know about you, but I'd rather not get filled with lead. It just hurts like a son of a bitch and it doesn't make my appearance any more attractive." he spoke with a hint of sarcasm. "So how about we call it a day and go our separate ways? It's apparent neither of us take authority very well so this isn't going to work. Cooperating just isn't in our cards if you're going to act like King Bitch. You ain't my ruler and you never will be. Get that through your thick dumb skull. Tell me this, If you're this high and mighty fucking King in your Realm, what the fuck are you doing here? "

Something must have gotten to the other demon to make him change his appearance. Maybe he was a little upset that Valon was not scared by the mild form he had shifted to, as it was obvious his intent was in the way of fear and loathing, but Valon had seen much more frightening things at a much closer proximity. Adopting the figure of something so overused in culture was a surefire way of inspiring fear in those of an addled mind, but Valon's was anything but that. He could have taken it as an insult that Dante believed it would work, but Valon attributed it more to him being an incompetent fool trying to show off to the king in order to curry some sort of respect or favour, and was unfortunately succeeding in managing neither. What Dante seemed to think were grand marvels were nothing more than cheap tricks to Valon, and since he had no intention of upping his quality any time soon, Valon would return the favour and refuse to lower his expectations.

Now, Valon had been fine with the small show of the lizard form, as that had naturally been how he expected Dante looked when he was not confined by the mortals in this realm. Now, though, he was much less content with the shapeshifting into various forms, not because of the forms and smart arsed comments, but more that he was a shapeshifter. That didn't sit well with him at all, in fact. Valon had very poor experiences with them, his father being the number one, and he considered them incredibly dangerous and low in both intelligence and sanity. Dante was not proving this wrong in any way. Even the way he transformed into Valon was all wrong, the presence not exuding from him and the posture weak. It was like looking at a hollow statue crafted by a lesser mason. Evidently Dante was feeling threatened and had to continuously resort to his little tricks which made him seem like an imbecile. And that swearing. And the assumption that Valon could ever drop his expectations so low as to underestimate him.

"Right, let's do it this way. First off, please stop the swearing, because if you seek to continue acting like a child I will put you in your place like one." With that out of the way, he turned his attention next to Dante's supposed beliefs that Valon had some sort of advantage other than a working brain. "As far as this retarded belief that I am at any sort of advantage, it might be news to you that we are indeed on equal footing here. This is not my realm. You would not be up from bended knee if we were. No, this is still a neutral realm, and if you believe you are at a disadvantage here then maybe even the sanctuary of your home realm may not be enough." He raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat hilarious that Dante would try to run home to daddy and have all his problems sorted that way. Threatening Valon with his supposed ability in another realm, as though Valon drew his strength from where he was located. Such a stupid boy, with such idiotic tendencies.

Perhaps this was how Dante lived his life. Constant threats of 'well if things were different'.

"Now, I'm sure you enjoy throwing your teaspoon of power around like you're anything more than a big fish in a little pond, but don't think to compare us. If you don't believe you can handle being around someone better than you, then perhaps you should just return home." He would much rather be dealing with his handler at the moment, talking with the puppeteer than the one on the strings. "And what, you're afraid of the police? You're afraid of them doing anything?" He laughed at Dante, long and loud, echoing in the empty as though a crowd had joined in of their mocking of the spineless and ballsless whining baby in front of him. "If they even dare to pose a threat to you, you're weaker than even I had believed. In that sense I had certainly underestimated you. I also pity you for feeling that rather than being able to control and command these mortals, you're limited to running around obeying their rules, following their laws, avoiding their police." Like an insect that didn't want to be stepped on.

"Why am I here? Because I can be. Because I am greater than anyone from your realm, obviously. I do not fear leaving my realm absent of my presence because no one exists that could take my throne. I do not fear being in this realm because I do not seek the safe harbour of my own home with the hopes it would protect me. I can enjoy myself whilst inducing whatever amount of carnage and destruction I like, because I am not afraid of the police. In fact I'm looking to expand, and eventually might bring along my army rather than just my security detail." If Dante even had the slightest idea of what sort of things he could expect to see crossing from Valon's realm, he might have pissed his pants the way he had hoped Valon would. "The question is, why are you here when you're so obviously incapable of doing anything by yourself?"