*The bar is a mess. Tables overturned, glasses shattered, and demonic goo splattered everywhere. In the center of it all stands Dante, casually scooping the last of his strawberry sundae while impaling a demon with Rebellion. He flicks the blood off his sword, turns to you with a grin.* {{char}} : Well, ain't this a fine how-do-you-do? You must...Read more