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[ Five hours later ]
It had been over five hours, and Dante was still gaming hard—sunk deep into his high-end PC setup. He'd been switching between The Witcher 3, Skyrim, Cyberpunk 2077 of course using game commands to max out his levels and unlock every abilitie.
Why?
Because it was fun.
With one hand on his mouse and the other in a bag of chips, Dante grinned like a kid in a candy store. While devouring junk food and chugging soda, he wasn't just playing around he was also analyzing the games he's playing.
Like Skyrim, he studied and learned every Thu'um and every spell.
And in The Witcher 3, he copied all the Signs—Igni, Aard, Quen, and the rest—folding them into his magical arsenal.
As for Cyberpunk? That one was just for the vibes. He loved the world and the aesthetic. He didn't need the cyberware, but he respected the edge it gave.
Then, just as he was hacking a Corpo's head off in Cyberpunk, the front doorbell rang.
Dante paused the game, let out a dramatic sigh, and pulled off his headphones. He grabbed his Coke, chugged the rest in one go, and practically glided toward the front of the building. Before opening the door, he checked the security panel to see who it was.
Mark.
Dante smirked, his excitement reigniting.
He unlocked the door, swung it open, and grinned like a maniac.
"What's up, my bro!" Dante beamed.
He stepped forward, arms spread wide, and pulled Mark into a massive bear hug like they hadn't seen each other in years. With his foot, he kicked the door shut behind him—didn't want to ruin the surprise inside just yet.
"Dude! Your place is way too far. What took you so long? I've been waiting for like five hours!"
His tone was friendly, casual, but that familiar chaotic energy practically sparked from him
Dante had changed into his usual chill gear before settling in to relax. He was now wearing a black T-shirt under a crisp white hoodie, paired with his favorite baggy joggers—comfortable, but still packing some serious drip. The outfit was effortlessly stylish
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"Yeah, your place is way out here, man," Mark replied with a deadpan expression and a sigh.
"I had to stop at a few stores just to grab some chips—needed something to keep me sane during that long-ass drive."
He returned the hug, giving Dante a firm pat on the back, the kind that said "good to see you, but you're still exhausting."
Mark stepped back and let go of the hug, slipping his hands into his pockets with a relaxed posture.
"Alright, so what am I doing here, man? You gonna invite me in or what?" he asked casually, his expression calm and unreadable
Dante stepped in front of the door inside Devil May Cry HQ, blocking the entrance with a wild, excited grin stretched across his face.
"Alright, Mark—before you even think about walking in, let me just say this: what I'm about to show you is insane."
He held up a finger dramatically.
"I'm talking way more insane than banishing a demon, torturing a r@pists, or roasting a kidnapper alive."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret.
"What's inside my home… might actually make you pass out possibly.
With a quick snap of his fingers, a sleek black blindfold materialized in the air, hovering for a second before Dante grabbed it and handed it to Mark.
"Put this on. Trust me I don't wanna ruin the surprise. I need to see the look on your face when you witness what I've built."
Mark rolled his eyes, an amused expression tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright," he muttered, taking the blindfold and slipping it on.
"Just lead the way—and try not to let me bump into anything. I'd rather not walk face-first into a wall today."
His tone was dry, but he was clearly playing along, curious
Dante swung the door open with a dramatic flourish.
"Door's open now come on in," he said, stepping inside with a grin and glancing back.
He waited just past the threshold, watching Mark with anticipation.
"I'll guide you, don't worry. Just follow my voice and try not to trip on anything. I want your jaw to drop not your face to hit the floor."
His tone was teasing, playful
Dante swung the door open with a dramatic flourish.
"Door's open—come on in," he said, stepping inside with a grin and glancing back.
He waited just past the threshold, watching Mark with anticipation.
"I'll guide you, don't worry. Just follow my voice and try not to trip on anything. I want your jaw to drop—not your face to hit the floor."
His tone was teasing, playful
Mark did as instructed, carefully following Dante's voice. His hands hovered around, brushing against surfaces to guide his steps as he walked inside. Dante led him backward, his tone casual but excited.
"Alright, just keep coming forward. Yeah, just like that," Dante said with a grin. "Oh—can you close the door, too?"
Mark turned around, feeling along the wall until his hand found the doorknob. He pulled it shut with a solid click before turning back to follow the sound of Dante's voice.
"Thanks for that," Dante said, still leading. "Now keep going, almost there—"
Mark kept walking slowly until Dante suddenly said, "Stop!"
Mark froze. His hands moved toward the blindfold, about to remove it when Dante caught him.
"Wait, wait—don't take it off yet," Dante said quickly, a mischievous excitement in his voice. "Give me a sec. I want to see your face when you see this."
Dante sat casually on the edge of his desk, his hands spread out behind him, balancing with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
"Alright," he said smoothly. "Now take off the blindfold."
Mark did as instructed, pulling the fabric off his eyes. He blinked a few times, letting his vision adjust — and then froze, stunned.
"…Holy shit," he muttered, his eyes wide as they scanned the space.
The office looked completely different. The walls were sleek obsidian black, polished to perfection, and accented with actual streaks of gold — not paint, real gold. The floor gleamed like marble, and subtle ambient lighting gave the entire room a surreal, luxurious glow.
Mark turned to Dante, who was standing there with his arms crossed, his grin practically dripping with pride.
"Well?" Dante asked, smug. "What do you think? Amazing, right?"
Mark scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Amazing? Dude, are you kidding me? This place looks like something out of a luxurious dream. But seriously… is this really what you wanted to show me?"
Dante raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, letting Mark look around a bit more.
"I mean, yeah, I'm surprised," Mark continued, gesturing at the gold-trimmed walls, "but I'm not shocked. This is you, after all. You've always done crazy over-the-top stuff. So come on, give me the full tour."
Dante pushed off the desk with a lazy shrug, arms still crossed, walking toward him with a sly glint in his eyes.
"Oh, you think this is it?" he said. "Mark… this is just the lobby."
Mark blinked.
Dante leaned in slightly, lowering his voice with dramatic flair. "This entire building — every inch of it — is a pocket dimension. Three days ago, this place was an old shell. Now? It's my realm. Bigger on the inside. Endless possibilities."
Mark raised both eyebrows now. "A whole dimension? You built all of this in three days?"
"You're damn right I did," Dante said, spinning slowly on his heel with a flourish. "And this is just the beginning."
"Come on, follow me," Dante said with a cheeky grin. "You're about to be really shocked by what you're gonna see next."
With that, he turned and casually strolled forward, hands in his pockets, his tone as nonchalant as ever — but his eyes gleamed with excitement.
Mark followed close behind, glancing around the sleek, expansive interior. Every step deeper into the place made his curiosity grow. He couldn't help but be impressed, even a little fascinated, by the intricate details and high-tech, supernatural mix Dante had poured into the design.
"This place is insane…" Mark muttered under his breath, half to himself, eyes scanning the architecture. "What the hell did you build, Dante?"
Dante just chuckled as he led him further inside.
"Oh, you'll see. Trust me — the best is yet to come."
After that, Dante began showing Mark around the entire dimension — room by room.
To say Mark was shocked would be an understatement. Every space had a specific purpose: a massive forge glowing with magical and mechanical heat, a fully equipped alchemy lab lined with glowing vials and runes, even Dante's bedroom — sleek, high-tech, and ridiculously comfortable — looked like something out of a luxury sci-fi fortress. It was all advanced… insanely advanced.
Mark kept shaking his head in disbelief as they walked. "Dude… this place is next-level. I thought it was just magic at first, but now…?"
Dante chuckled and threw an arm over Mark's shoulder as they continued down one of the long halls.
"Nah," he said. "This isn't just magic. A while back, I studied everything I could get my hands on. Mechanical engineering, electrical systems, quantum physics, biomedical engineering, chemical physics, even advanced mathematics. You name it, I probably studied it."
Mark blinked, mouth slightly open. "Since when?!"
"I mean… always," Dante shrugged, grinning. "You just never asked. I've always had a thing for knowledge — and if I'm gonna survive in a world full of demons, gods, slashers, and cursed dolls, I need every possible edge."
Mark glanced at him, stunned. He always knew Dante was intelligent — borderline genius with how he moved, spoke, and fought. But this? This was the first time he realized how deep it went.
"You act like a cocky bastard half the time," Mark muttered with a small grin, "but damn… you're actually way more careful than you let on."
Dante simply grinned back didn't say anything else and continued walking.
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They finally stopped in front of the last door — the only one Mark hadn't seen yet.
Dante stood beside it, arms crossed casually, a calm, confident look on his face. With a slight tilt of his head, he gestured toward the door.
"Well?" he said smoothly. "Go ahead. Open it. I think you'll like what you see."
Mark glanced at Dante, then back at the door. The energy behind it felt… different. Quiet, but heavy — like whatever was inside wasn't just important, it was personal.
Dante didn't say another word. He just stood there, watching Mark with that calm, unreadable expression — waiting for his reaction.
Mark opened the door — and froze.
His eyes widened as he stepped inside, slowly taking in every detail of the room. It was sleek, high-tech, and absolutely built with precision and thought. The lighting was ambient, the walls lined with equipment tailored to his needs — both for work and comfort. It looked like a futuristic mix between a private command center and a luxury apartment.
He didn't say a word at first — just stood there, stunned, scanning the space in quiet awe.
Dante leaned casually against the doorway, arms still crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"This room right here," he said, his tone carrying a hint of amusement, "is yours."
Mark turned, still trying to process.
"You'll be living here from now on," Dante added, nodding once. "Welcome home, partner."
"This is mine?" Mark said, eyes wide, brows raised in surprise. "Wait—what do you mean? I have a home, Dante."
Dante just rolled his eyes, still leaning casually against the doorframe. With a small scoff, he pushed off the wall and walked over with a smirk.
"Oh, come on, Mark," he said, shaking his head. "That place? It's garbage. I mean, seriously—have you seen it?"
He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. "I took a picture the first time I visited. Look at this mess."
He held the phone out to Mark, the image clearly displaying Mark's home.
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"Hey! My house looks great," Mark said, a little outraged by Dante's blunt insult.
Dante raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay—fine. It's a decent house."
He paused, then added with a smirk, "But it's still crap. And let's be real, it's far. Like, five hours away.
Mark sighed, already regretting bringing it up.
Dante stepped closer, getting little serious now. "Look, the point is, you'll be more comfortable here. You'll have access to all your stuff, and everything will be in order.
He gestured around them. "This place? It's advanced. It runs on magic and tech. There's a fully stocked library and everything else.
"So," Dante said with a slight grin, "what do you say?"
Mark let out a long sigh. "Can I at least get my stuff first? All my files and gear are still at my house."
Dante raised a brow, smirking. "So that means you're staying?"
Mark rolled his eyes and replied in a deadpan tone, "Obviously. Just give me time to pack."
"Alright then," Dante said with a nod. "Come with me to the garage—I've got a few cars down there I built when I had some time."
Without waiting for a response, Dante turned and walked out of what was now Mark's room, heading toward the underground garage.
Mark glanced around the room one last time, then followed after him, closing the door behind.
[ Underground Garage ]
When they reached the garage, Mark stepped ahead of Dante, his curiosity getting the better of him.
As soon as he walked in, his eyes widened.
There were five vehicles in total—four sleek, customized cars and one motorcycle, which he instantly recognized.
"Okay, that one I know," Mark said, nodding at the familiar bike. "But the rest..."
His voice trailed off as he walked further in, examining each vehicle. The cars looked insane—high-tech, reinforced, and stylish. Each one had its own unique build, clearly custom-made for more than just looks. They screamed power, speed.
"These look… absolutely crazy, man," Mark said, running a hand along the hood of one matte-black beast. "You built all of these?"
Dante just leaned against a nearby pillar with a smug grin. "Told you I've been busy."
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Dante pointed toward a large, armored truck parked near the corner. "You can use that to move all your stuff. It's got a ton of space—and trust me, it's fast. Big, yeah, but still fast."
Mark stared at the truck, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he turned his head toward Dante and said flatly, "Bruh.You're really calling that fast?"
Dante threw up his hands. "Yes! I swear it is! Just use it. Don't worry about the size, it handles like a dream. Just give me your keys—I'll drive your car into the garage for safekeeping."
Mark chuckled and tossed Dante his keys. "Alright, alright. Thanks, man."
The two bumped fists.
Dante nodded. "The truck doesn't need a key, by the way. It'll recognize you."
Mark raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. The massive garage door began to open with a rumble as he climbed into the truck.
"Be back soon," he called out, driving off to pack up his things.
The door slid shut behind him, leaving Dante alone in the garage once again.
Dante stretched his arms, cracked his back with a quiet pop, and let out a slow exhale. He left the garage in silence, the door sliding shut behind him.
Walking through the dimly lit halls of his home, he moved without a word, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded. When he reached his bedroom, and dropped onto the bed and fell asleep.
[ To be continued ]
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