Sorrounded by a forest gray and dead, over dust and dry land a man is standing, without any shade of expresion on his pale face. Falling on his knees, he screams to the air:
-I am Mankind, and I will never die...
At the time he let the silence exist again, the flesh and skin of his back, rips apart to release, like a thunder to the sky, a great mass of fog which quickly turned into half and humanoid form, ready to struggle to death knowing he wasnt alone.
From behind a wide and death tree, shows up a man in a black coat, without any introduction he leans and bursts into psychotic laughs, after a while, still laughing he shouted:
-My name is Dante...
By the time he say this, his back ripped too, but releasing black smoke instead, but taking demonic shape with burning red eyes.
And so the struggle begun. After seconds or ages, the white fog/man sucked the black smoke/demon as a tornado sucks the land leaving just peaceful devastation, with only himself and a gray forest left, or that seemed to be.
Suddenly the fog, from the core, turned into smoke, until the smoke/demon was restored but improved, wings, white as fog grew from his back and so his eyes turned white, as the black coated psychopath rose from the dead whispering:
-...and you already died.
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