---- with a gust of wind and flinging him off the edge of the bridge like worthless trash.


    Aguttural scream echoed through the abyss before silence took over.


    Come on, my dear little puppet.


    Its time to finish this...


    ---- bloody grin.


    rms red in Dantes mind, but before he could turn to defend himself, a sharp dagger pierced through his chest from behind.


    His gaze dropped in disbelief to the de protruding from his torso, his clothes rapidly staining red.


    Before he could react, the dagger was yanked out roughly, ripping a guttural scream from him.


    You...


    you...


    fucking bastard! He staggered forward, his crimson eyes locking onto Celine, who simply stared nkly, unaware of what she had just done.


    Her trembling, blood-stained hand still clutched the poisoned weapon.


    You forgot I still had a puppet at my disposal...


    Merkall''s ragged voice hissed in Dantes ear, foul breath brushing against his skin.


    Dante clutched his chest, feeling life slipping away.


    It couldnt end like thisso quickly, so easily.


    He had only let his guard down for a second.


    But in war, a second was all it took to die.


    Thats why...


    you lowered your guard...


    Dante realized toote.


    Did you think you were the only one who could lie and deceive? Thats always been your biggest mistake believing yourself to be the best, the superior being.


    Tsk, tsk, you''re nothing but an arrogant fool.


    711 kill you, you and that bitch...


    damn...


    Dante staggered toward Merkall with hisst ounce of strength, his bloodied hands reaching for the warlocks wounded neck, but Merkall only sneered.


    You can try in the afterlife; in this one, Ive already screwed you over, Merkallughed mercilessly, using his power to lift Dante into the air