Feeling like he was selling his soul to the Devil, Dante took in a deep breath as more and more killer clowns pushed through the entranceway of the lounge where he and the rest of his men waited for their deaths.
'You want to know my wish?' he asked inside his head. If he was going to deal with the King of Hell, then he might as well get everything he wanted out of the deal. 'I wish to be the most powerful man in the world. I want the strength so that I can protect my people from anything that threatens us. I want enough food that no one under me ever goes hungry. I want the world in the palm of my hand. That is what I wish for. Give me that, and I'll gladly protect the creature you call an angel.'
Feeling like he was finally within touching distance to get everything he wanted in his first life, Dante couldn't hold back the smile on his face.