Chapter 1: Summon of the End

In the heart of the shadowy lonely night, where the moon hung low, casting feeble rays of light upon the slumbering world, Dante materialized out of thin air. Were this place not so desolate, his sudden presence would have certainly given nearby humans a jump scare. 

But then again, he is only seen by those who wishes to unsee this world forever.

Dante's figure was shrouded in an ethereal cloak as he glided silently across the desolate streets, moving with purpose towards a solitary house standing as a sentinel against the darkness.

The house stood in solemn silence, it's windows veiled in curtains of midnight as there was hardly any lantern lit on inside. It was as if the house was trying on it's own to shield what was about to take place within. 

Despite the ominous air around the structure, this stranger of the night approached, for His presence is a harbinger of fate and his purpose always veiled in enigma to those unbeknownst to his arrival.

With a soft whisper of fabric against the night's breath, His hand was on the door and the knuckles on his fingers rapped gently against the weathered door. The sound echoed through the stillness, reverberating with an eerie finality.

Inside, the man called Henry, lost in the depths of despair, startled at the unexpected intrusion, especially when tonight is the night he was least expecting, neither prepared for the arrival of an announced guest.

When in his mind Henry couldn't come up with the possible guess of who could it be at this time of the night when nobody lives around this area for miles, the poor man walked near to the door of his house.

Even before he could open the door, the man's soul stilled within him as a web of goosebumps covered the skin of his neck. His trembling hands clutched the remnants of his shattered resolve, his mind ensnared in the suffocating embrace of hopelessness. 

This man had summoned the darkness, courted the abyss, yet found himself paralyzed by the abyss' beckoning call.

"I sense the summons of the end upon this threshold", Dante intoned, his voice a haunting melody that resonated with the weight of inevitability.