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"Ha" Death pursed her lips and smiled. Her charming eyes that seemed to be dripping with water looked at Dante. Her lips collided with each other, and her smooth and soft tongue could occasionally be seen. She put her hand on her chest. On the frenulum, while making a show of pulling, he asked in a seductive voice: "Do you really want to see my body?"

Facing Death's question, Dante frowned, then said with a chuckle.

"Of course I do. If it hadn't been for me after seeing it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help but seek death for letting me come here to see you. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't mind admiring your body."

"So you still don't want to see me." Death snorted. She turned around and faced Dante with her perfect back. Dante looked at Death who turned around and sat down gently on the ground.

"It's not that I don't want to see you, it's that I don't want to be sent to see you by others." Dante sighed. He didn't care if death faced him. He murmured to himself: "Maybe I really should put the past behind me. Because I no longer have a past, I am as weak as a child now, but as proud as a fool, God’s thinking has imprisoned me, should I really become the God in my heart, woman, have I gone astray?”

"Tell me why you feel that way." Seeing that Dante didn't hug her from behind as she thought, Death had no choice but to turn around and sit next to Dante, feeling filled with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Dante looked at Death beside him. He watched Death leaning over and lying on his lap. Her hair spread across Dante's legs and spread on the white snow.

Dante suddenly had an impulse. He stretched out his hand to gently pick up a strand of hair and gently twisted it around his fingers. Death raised her head charmingly, revealing her soft cheeks.

"You like my hair"

Death whispered something while leaning his head towards Dante's chest. Dante put his hands around Death's shoulders, his left hand caressed Death's smooth and warm back, and his right hand held Death's slender neck. He lowered his head and put his lips together. Toward Death's slightly pursed lips, until he felt his own lips were blocked.

"Why, aren't you ready?" Dante looked at the finger Death used to cover his lips and asked softly.

Hearing Dante's words, Death chuckled. She took the initiative to put her arms around Dante's body. She raised her head and kissed Dante with her eyes closed. However, when Dante felt the delicate touch of Death's lips, he and found death kissing him on the cheek.

"If you want to get more, just come and see me a few more times."

Death giggled and threw Dante to the ground. She laughed and rubbed Dante's chest with her little head. Her hair kept brushing Dante's face, and Dante was intoxicated.

After a while, Death lay firmly on Dante. She playfully reached out to touch Dante's face and asked softly.

"You haven't answered what I asked you just now. Why did you say that you are no longer in the past?"

Dante reached out and grabbed Death's soft, boneless hand. He pressed the small hand to his face and covered the small hand with his big hand.

"I don't know if you have ever experienced this. When I hid my hatred for countless years, this time is even longer than the lifespan of the universe. Because of this hatred, I survived countless pains and sufferings, but I regained my freedom. Later, I discovered that my enemy had disappeared, who should I seek revenge from?"

"Dante" Death looked at the confused eyes below her with pity. She pressed her right cheek to Dante's left cheek, put her lips close to Dante's ear, and said softly: "Your past is not There is only hatred, and now that they are gone, forget about them.”

"Yes, I not only had hatred in the past, I had friends, brothers, and relatives. I also had love, but these no longer exist. Now, I am alone."

"At least you still have me. Fortunately, I still have you."

Death murmured something. Dante's words were not surprising, but what really moved Death was his eyes full of regret and nostalgia. Those eyes seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, allowing Death to see the countless things Dante had experienced in the past. Fighting and love and hatred.

Death held Dante's chin with her hands, and she pressed her entire body against Dante. Her plump breasts were stuck to Dante's chest, and her legs were intertwined with Dante's left leg like snakes. On the bed, her bare feet were scratching on Dante's calf, and she whispered.

"Just because you have experienced too much, you don't care about many things today, and because you have experienced too much, it is difficult for you to give up the choices and persistence you made in the past."

She looked at the silver-haired man under her with pity. Dante's hair was intertwined with the snow on the ground, as if they could not distinguish each other, and the eyes of death gradually became blurred.

"Dante, I think that the more unforgettable the past is, the more it should be forgotten, and the more difficult it is to give up, the more it should be given up. Think about it, you will have far more exciting experiences in the future than in the past, don't let it disappear. Things affect you. The past is never more important than the future, because we can exist for a long time. Our past is long and repeats itself, but the future is different. You can’t imagine what will happen in the future, just like I can’t imagine that I will meet you.”

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Death murmured softly, and as she murmured, her face got closer and closer to Dante. She slowly leaned down and kissed Dante's lips, but just when the two lips were about to stick together, but Ding's soul suddenly disappeared into the boundless snow, leaving only Death herself looking into the distance silently. No one knew what she was looking at.

In a house in the wealthy area of ​​Gotham City, Dante opened his eyes in confusion. His Adam's apple moved up and down involuntarily. The kiss of death seemed to be very close at hand. Dante felt a little regretful as to why he responded at that moment. To the earth

After thinking about it, he became a little more wary. It was the world of death. Death clearly knew when her body would recover. She must know when her soul would leave. She should know this, but she might have forgotten it.

Dante shook his head. Death left such a deep impression on him that he couldn't help but defend her. Death is like a bright flower. If you don't hold it in your hand, you will never feel it. When she touched her thorn, she was like a hunter, skillfully seducing herself. Even though she knew everything, she still couldn't stop.

But thinking back to what Death said, Dante had to admit that she was right. His future was destined to be wonderful. Maybe he really should change. Just like the devil who sent him to hell said, he would succeed one bite at a time. When a god becomes a god, even he doesn't know why he wants to become a god. What can he do and what should he do after becoming a god? Fight. However, even if he doesn't become a god, he can still enjoy fighting.

Why should I be troubled by my own obsession? This universe does not even have divinity. The divinity in my body is the last divinity. The strength and realm I know cannot well interpret the strong men of this universe. They were different from the strong men he once was. Dante recalled the tweets sent to him by Ganata. Although he had only read a few of them, the casualness with which they spoke was definitely not that of his time. They were often rigid and rigid. A stubborn god can tell

"Maybe I was wrong from the beginning," Dante murmured softly, remembering the first little lemure he had killed as a child: "My original ideal was obviously to be an explorer, someone powerful enough to explore all secret places. And the explorer of the strongman's lair, why would I want to become the God of War?"

Dante made a fist.

"I do like the title of God of War, and fighting makes me enjoy it even more, but that doesn't mean that I have to live like a fighting maniac. Now I have lost everything, I have nothing, but this also allows me to embrace a new life. opportunity, maybe, I should find my true self.”

Dante stretched out his fists and looked at his palms. These hands were constantly moving under his control. The only thing that truly controlled him was his own thoughts, not the thoughts of the God of War.

"Haha, it feels much better to think about it this way. Just become a bullshit god. The life of a warrior is the life I should be most satisfied with. My existence is not much more noble than others. There is no Nefilim race in the universe today. , I'm just Dante, a warrior who loves strawberry sundaes and pizza, a demon hunter who hates demons, that's all."

Dante finished speaking excitedly, and he stretched contentedly. Now he seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden. This made him feel that his entire soul was much clearer. He should enjoy his new life, why bother? Instead of spending time and effort developing believers, building bullshit churches, and building useless temples, you just need to slowly become stronger, travel to the places you yearn for, taste the delicacies of the entire universe, drink the strongest wine, and reach the highest point. Satisfy your curiosity in a dangerous place, sleep with the sexiest and most beautiful girl in the universe, use your own sword and gun to defeat everything that irritates you, and be what you want most and be your truest self.

Dante excitedly reached out and pulled out Rebellion. He reached for the holster on his waist with his left hand. Oops, the gun was gone.

Dante looked around and saw that Dante was wearing the clothes that Death had given him. These clothes were extremely comfortable and Dante would never change them. However, when Dante searched the whole room, he did not find any find your gun

Dante recalled that when his body was destroyed by the demon with a black heart, the white ivory lost its support and fell to the ground. But now, except for the two corpses, there was no trace of the white ivory in the room.

Ok

Dead body

Dante suddenly remembered that he did smell blood at first, but when he saw the demon who called himself Mephisto, he forgot about blood.

Dante walked to the corpses and observed the appearance of the two corpses. He had never seen them before, but they did die at the hands of the devil. Black tears flowed from their eyes, and their foreheads were covered with veins. The injuries came from Deep in their minds, is that a dream that can make them fall prey to it, or some kind of illusion?

Dante thought for a while and put the body back on the ground. The two dead people, whether they were from the Shadow Warriors Alliance or the Assassin Alliance, were not damn good people.

Dante put the long sword back on his shoulder. He jumped from the window, bathed in the moonlight, and walked towards the road to new life. As for the demon that just killed him, no matter how small it was, his hatred that had lasted for countless years was gone. Let it go, what does this nonsense mean?

Now, all he wanted to do was sleep until he wanted to wake up.