Acquiring the Heart of Darkness Pt 1

Running toward where the sunset ended, he eventually reached a ruined temple. Thinking back to the first time he came. He laughed as he remembered that he nearly wasted around 3 hours trying to find the place.

Entering the temple, he instantly twisted his body to avoid the blade that was thrown at him. He could hear the demons snickering at him, their yellow eyes staring at him with malice. Dante took a deep breath, unsheathed his sword, and charged towards them.

The demons were quick, dodging his sword strikes with ease. One of them launched himself toward Dante with a spear, but Dante sidestepped and kicked the demon in the back, sending him sprawling on the ground. Another demon came at him with claws, but Dante blocked the attack with his sword and countered with a swift strike that severed the demon's arm.

The demons were furious now, their eyes glowing red with anger. They started to surround Dante, closing in on him from all sides. Dante remained calm, focusing on his breathing and his movements. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

The demons attacked in a coordinated manner, each one trying to distract Dante while the others went for the kill. Dante parried their attacks with ease, his sword moving in a blur as he struck back with deadly precision. One by one, the demons fell, their bodies torn apart by his blade.

But there were too many of them. Dante was getting tired, his arms heavy from the constant fighting. He could feel his strength waning, his body starting to ache. The demons sensed his weakness and attacked with renewed vigor.

Dante could see the fear in their eyes now, the realization that they might not be able to defeat him. He used that fear to his advantage, his movements becoming more fluid, his strikes more deadly. The demons started to fall back, and their confidence shattered.

In the end, only one demon remained. He was the largest of them all, his body covered in thick scales, his eyes glowing with an inner fire. Dante could feel the power emanating from him, the sheer force of his presence almost overwhelming.

The demon charged towards Dante, his claws extended, ready to rip him apart. Dante stood his ground, his sword held in front of him. As the demon got closer, Dante sidestepped and swung his sword with all his might. The blade connected with the demon's neck, severing his head from his body.

The demon's body fell to the ground, its blood spilling out onto the stone floor. Dante stood there for a moment, catching his breath, his heart still racing. He had done it. He had defeated the demons and was on the way to acquiring the Heart of Darkness.

Walking forward, he entered the next room after he butchered their corpses and stacked them in his inventory.

Entering the room he walked in but instead of rushing forward he stilled himself and focused on the surrounding when suddenly... *slat*. He felt a large gash appear on his back. Dante stumbled as he tried to regain his balance, his hand instinctively reaching for the wound on his back. Blood oozed through his fingers, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he turned to face the demon that had struck him. The creature loomed over him, its eyes glowing with a sickly green light as it bared its teeth in a snarl.

Dante gritted his teeth and summoned his strength, launching himself at the demon with a roar. His sword flashed in the dim light of the temple, striking the creature's thick hide with a resounding clang. The demon howled in pain and swiped at Dante with a massive clawed hand, catching him across the chest and sending him flying backward.

Dante crashed to the ground, his sword clattering from his hand as he tried to regain his breath. His vision swam as he struggled to sit up, pain radiating from the wound on his back and his chest where the demon had struck him. He could hear the demon's footsteps approaching and could feel the heat of its breath on his face as it loomed over him once more.

With a grunt of effort, Dante lashed out with a fist, striking the demon in the gut. The creature stumbled backward, surprised by the sudden attack, and Dante scrambled to his feet. He retrieved his sword and launched himself at the demon once more, his movements slowed by his injuries but still filled with a fierce determination.

The battle raged on, Dante and the demon trading blows that rang through the temple. The demon's strength was incredible, but Dante's skill and agility kept him one step ahead. He dodged and weaved, his sword striking true whenever he saw an opening. The demon's thick hide protected it from most of the blows, but Dante knew he was slowly wearing it down.

Finally, with a roar of effort, Dante launched himself at the demon with all his strength. His sword struck the creature's chest, piercing through the thick hide and sinking deep into its heart. The demon howled in agony, its body writhing in pain as Dante pulled his sword free.

As the creature collapsed to the ground, Dante stumbled backward, his strength finally giving out. He fell to his knees, panting heavily as he watched the demon's body twitching and convulsing on the ground. Blood pooled around it, its sickly green eyes slowly dimming as the life left its body.

Dante sat there for a long moment, catching his breath and trying to ease the pain in his wounds. He knew he needed to keep moving, to find the heart of darkness and complete his mission. But for a moment, he allowed himself to rest, to savor the victory over his foe.

Finally, he rose to his feet and began to make his way deeper into the temple. His heart pounded in his chest, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he navigated the twisting corridors and hidden passages. At last, he came to a massive chamber, the heart of darkness sitting atop a pedestal in the center.

Without hesitation, Dante approached the pedestal and reached for the heart. As his fingers closed around it, he felt a surge of power wash over him. He could feel the darkness pulsing through the heart, its corrupt energy threatening to overwhelm him.

But Dante was ready. With fierce determination, he attempted to put it in his inventory, but it didn't work. For a moment, Dante thought he might lose himself in the darkness. But then he felt a strange sensation, as if something was pulling the darkness from him. The heart of darkness crumbled to ashes in his hands, and he watched as they swirled and the remnants of that energy entered into him.

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[Dante Status]

Level:9

Class: N/A

Title: N/A

Bloodline: Human (100%)

(Stats)

Str:3

Sta:8

Agi:4

Spirit:20

Int:12

Wis:9

Luk:10

Available stats:45

[Unique Trait: Vipers Venom(S)]

Comment: They a cold-blooded betrayer, the only thing special is their trait and abnormally high stats.

[Class Change Quest]

Evil Apostle

Rank: SSS

Requirements: Heart of Darkness 1/1

Time:12 hours(Paused, submit to receive rewards)

Rewards:???

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(Author's Note)

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