Phantom Dante
Son of Sparda
Chapter 1: Awakening
November 23rd, 7:02 A.M.
Dante exited the bathroom and looked around his shop.
"God this place is a dump." Dante said as he brushes off alot of dust with two fingers. "And my desk is also a dump."
He walked over to his chair, kicked it, and it hopped in
the air, did a full 360 flip and Dante sat down.
Dante looked at his desk, then stretched both of his feet
on the desk. "I should probably order some pizza, but... the
phone's way too far away." Dante thought, he picked up the
phone then dialed the pizza number: 452-2333.
All Dante could wear was a loud crackling sound. "Dammit!"
He roared and he dropped the floor on the desk, he
then picked it up again and placed it in the right spot.
"Can't get any business anymore..." Dante sighed, then grabbed
the picture of his mom. He looked at E, the wife of Sparda.
When he thought of the name, "Sparda" it felt like a sword
slashed through his brain. Anger filled Dante's mind, and so
he smashed the picture of his mom against the desk.
He got up from the desk, and he saw the shop door open.
Trish entered Devil's Never Cry. "You better fix that "D"
up there on the sign." Trish told him, "Why?" Dante asked,
he and Trish walked out the shop and they both examined the
sign.
"evil Never Cry" appeared as the shops name. "Nice." Dante
said. He scratched his nose and Trish nudged his elbow and
told him, "Fix it then!" Dante nodded, "Fine, fine, lemme
get the tools."
November 23rd, 7:02 A.M.
Dante exited the bathroom and looked around his shop.
"God this place is a dump." Dante said as he brushes off alot of dust with two fingers. "And my desk is also a dump."
He walked over to his chair, kicked it, and it hopped in
the air, did a full 360 flip and Dante sat down.
Dante looked at his desk, then stretched both of his feet
on the desk. "I should probably order some pizza, but... the
phone's way too far away." Dante thought, he picked up the
phone then dialed the pizza number: 452-2333.
All Dante could wear was a loud crackling sound. "Dammit!"
He roared and he dropped the floor on the desk, he
then picked it up again and placed it in the right spot.
"Can't get any business anymore..." Dante sighed, then grabbed
the picture of his mom. He looked at E, the wife of Sparda.
When he thought of the name, "Sparda" it felt like a sword
slashed through his brain. Anger filled Dante's mind, and so
he smashed the picture of his mom against the desk.
He got up from the desk, and he saw the shop door open.
Trish entered Devil's Never Cry. "You better fix that "D"
up there on the sign." Trish told him, "Why?" Dante asked,
he and Trish walked out the shop and they both examined the
sign.
"evil Never Cry" appeared as the shops name. "Nice." Dante
said. He scratched his nose and Trish nudged his elbow and
told him, "Fix it then!" Dante nodded, "Fine, fine, lemme
get the tools."