Another untitled story

Dante smiled feeling the thick warm blood pour across his wrist flowing from the blade stained dark with the scent of death reflecting mirror images of the burning surroundings, the city of Dmae. A man walked out from an alley raising his staff in the air, another sorcerer of the region and the exact type of person Dante hated with such passion. The stones within the staff began to glow as ice formed violently into the visage of a long dragon wrapping it's way toward Dante growling violently with a puristic rage born completely of anger. Dante stood still watching the cold shell of a beast fly at him with incredible speed coming to kill him, but Dante meagerly leapt up landing on it's skull feeling the beasts teeth snapping as the blade drove down shattering it to pieces as he ran slid along it's neck to the sorcerer who fell to the ground with Dante's blade down through his skull. The ice vanished into the air amongst smoke and ash as Dante moved along the broad streets of the town to large dome structure of the citadel where the spire crawled deep into the clouds drawing energies of the dying souls into it's form. Children ran up it's stairs into the interior hiding from the demon coming to destroy their world to it's complete dead state it once flourished in, but one girl barely eighteen lagged behind walking slowly as she clutched her arm in pain whimpering childishly. Dante moved like lighting grabbing her from behind tossing her back into his chest as he bit deeply into throat blood flowing across his chin splashing to the ground amongst the eerie silence of wind. She fell crying heavily grasping her neck as Dante roared furiously dropping down lightly to his knees fire seeming to pour from his eyes as long black bones spread from his back,  leathery scales latched them together as they lifted him to his feet blowing his silvery hair with the wind. Dante shot into the air carried by his wings lifting him along the stairs with ease to a large platform where a number of men stood guarding the entrance from this beast watching as the fire shot up the long thing blade sending with it a grave fear to their souls. Dante mocked them growling deeply as they raised their weapons with little hope flowing in their veins hearing the hollow voice reign, "More sorcerers, I HATE SORCERERS!" Violently he shot forward as they conjured their powers of water, ice, and even the earth it's self creating a wall to bide them any time they could, however nothing stood between Dante and his lust as he shattered through the walls dropping down to his feet. The blade rose at their souls ripping forward with him as the men fought back violently to no avail the fire tearing through each or them and their weapons causing blood to spill across the sacred the grounds. Dante moved slowly toward the doors raising a wall of fire behind him trapping any of the remaining souls to burn with the ruined city and it's hell born flames drawing the skies into pure black deceit blanketing the world with hate. Dante ripped open the doors with his arms to the sight of quivering children and families hiding amongst the shelter they so dearly sought as their tomb. Eerie light glowed vividly through doors behind the masses radiating down on their doomed souls as this black angel moved on lifting his blade high in the air sliding closer and closer. Then one child stood before his way tears pouring down his face as he cried for his mother surely caught by the flames or this sword above the child's head, but this all made Dante pause a moment his wings gently closing a bit. Dante's eyes locked on the child's as he looked up at him blackened smears of unwashed soil across his eyes, then the blade shot down cutting the child in two from his shoulder to his waist dropping blood and guts before Dante's path. His voice rang out in a roar as black flames invoked his fingers  wrapping and warping around the violent nails before it shot out scorching a path through the bodies torching them a blackened dead beyond recognization. Dante moved quick sliding through the fearing children and parents tearing them to pieces as he darted along through the air not taking even a moment to breathe between the flying crimson trails. Finally he dropped to his feet covered in tainted blood as not a soul remained alive within this hollow tomb burning brightly with menacing flames cracking the stony pillars and dome structure. Dante moved to the doors where the glowing light shot through to his being brightly crossing into his body and out the other side meaningless to his name the doors breaking as the sword slid up cracking them in two. Dante moved to a large room where the pillar cut down to a point where a stone sat glowing brightly souls feeding into it's core bringing out a man standing before it a conjurer of stones bring out an even worse hate in Dante's eyes as he growled opening his wings violently. The man waved daggers around his arms grinding his teeth tightly as they began to glow red summoning the spirits of the earth into a large darkened form slowly growing details of hellish proportions. Horns burst from it's skull and claws from it's fingers shooting out several feet shining a silvery metal shade reflecting a green glow back on Dante as he smiled loving a beautiful challenge such as a beast so deadly. The creature tore forward slamming it's blades down at Dante as he leapt backward flipping gracefully caught by his wings drawing him upward into the air before he shot back down dodging a second swing pounding the blade into it's shoulder before rolling down the spikes of it's back. The creature turned violently swinging it's muscular arms toward his flourishing black wings as they flapped bringing him along faster away from the attack before shooting down slamming the long edge into the creatures head as it grabbed at Dante pulling him away from the blade. The fingers tightened around Dante's seemingly careless form forcing harder and harder trying to crush him with no effect, then Dante shot his arms outward with flames breaking the grasp as he moved quick ripping through the beasts chest and out the other side landing on his feet. The creature growled violently as it's body slowly started melting into the air into a hazing smoke amongst the conjurer and his fearful eyes. Dante stood facing away from the man as the blade dropped right to his fingers swinging with his wrist around a path that kept it from hitting his wings repeating for some time as Dante stood motionless but his right arm twirling the steel about. The man came running at him full speed lifting his daggers ready to strike as he shot forward with his arms stopping amongst the full run Dante merely shifting his arm and wings back throwing the blade into his chest. Silently the sorcerer stood pausing before the blade ripped up cleaving his skull in two leaving his blood to fall across cold rock and Dante's boots too stained to make a difference. Dante turned and slowly walked swaying his hips as he approached the glowing spires thorn and the life drawing into the stone which he reached for. The light shot out across his body flashing back and forth showing his regular form and then his demented flickering violently almost without space between before finally his fingers closed on the cold glowing magic lifting it away. The spire seemed to die falling down crashing into the ground as Dante opened his fingers looking at the shine flowing into his eyes, then with a smile he shot up breaking through the dome leaving it to collapse along with the rest of Dmae as it burned a smokey red and black bleeding over the mountains leaving the souls to wander free homeless and alone looking for revenge and hate to fulfill their existence.  1

I am a bastard, I am a creature of the dead. I AM YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARES WRAPPED INTO ONE SOUL, and I will never be denied my power by you fucking children.2