*Starting Scene*

Leaving the night at the Lady Luck Casino behind, the trio gradually exited Luckson, having to stay an extra day thanks to Dante's journey into the world of gambling. Amazingly enough, when Yuki and Ilya got to the motel where they finally saw the young gentleman, they were too tired to even try to think about scolding him. Once they got the rest they were lacking, literally sleeping an entire day away, Yuki planned on yelling at Dante, however, was immediately quieted by the blonde giving her the thousand dollars that would easily make up for everything she spent. In contrast, Ilya wouldn't permit Dante any reprieve as she took a complete hour to shout at the Caucasian for stuff that didn't make much sense to him and made Dante responsible of carrying a hefty, white backpack that contains all of their newly attained possessions.

With that, the three individuals traverse through a vast terrain of nothing since, coincidentally, Luckson is nearly as ostracized as Icela and even Velkry when they really processed it. From the freezing climate to a somewhat desert-style landscape, Ilya, Yuki and Dante wield no other option but to continue to journey by foot. This is because, before departing Luckson's borders, they were unsuccessful in discerning a more comfortable method of transportation willing to go to Linesville, which is the next city the group's headed after checking over the map Yuki has that's composed of all seven continents of the world with their countries included. There aren't that many countries per continent due to the war's effect upon the land and its people. The trio currently resides in one of those continents known as Castelo while specifically traveling in a country called Desierta.

It doesn't take long for exhaustion to rear its ugly head again for Ilya, although this time, Yuki's suffering the negative effects of not commonly contending with the dried up heat beaming down onto them and is in the same boat as the white-haired teen. Despite that, Dante shows that he's experiencing no trouble from the intense temperatures while the two girls envy the green-eyed guy for whomever or whatever taught him how to survive these conditions and wished they were so fortunate. 

Nonetheless, the three companions persevere until finally arriving at Linesville following a few days of walking while now within the city that resembles Peradia in appearance, meaning it has a kind of western style to it. The exception would be that Linesville isn't in ruin, containing a great sum of people, and the multiple, iron rope-lines extending from the top of one building to another with descent distance between the next as this is the most distinctive quality while explaining the reasoning behind Linesville's name.

Having gone through a second tiresome trip, prior to doing anything involving the search for a swift method of getting to Velkry, the trio wish to replenish their strength as they eventually find themselves at a local bar near the entrance. 

Ilya's a bit put off by being in such an establishment, considering she's not really a drinker, and the array of loud, grunt-looking men that make up most of the clientele reminds her of Enshin's Disciples as she gingerly says to her traveling partners, "I don't like the feel of this place. Just see all of these suspicious characters."

Yuki nods with a stiff demeanor while scanning the vicinity and whispers, "Though we do not agree on much, I have to go with you on this one." The pink-haired beauty sets her sights toward Dante, who's poised in front of the pair with mild worry. "Why did we have to come in here, anyway? I'm sure there's somewhere better to eat than this."

Dante responds as he's facing away from his friends while holding both straps belonging to the backpack. "I don't think this is so bad." He promptly advances towards the counter where a male barkeep resides, sits atop a cushioned high stool after removing the backpack to lay it onto the floor beside his right, gently knocks on the counter with his right hand and happily greets the man. "Hello, how's it going?!"

Ilya and Yuki are instantly stunned by Dante's action while staying close to the bar's doorway.

The Barkeep confronts Dante, having been dealing with other clients not that far off to his left, while smirking out of amusement as he carries a white rag to wipe the counter. "You're a cheerful one. I don't get many like you usually." The person throws his rag upon his left shoulder before resting both hands onto the counter. "What's your poison, stranger?"

Dante slants his head as he's a little flustered with his arms folded atop the counter. "I'm not familiar with alcoholic brands." Tenacity encompasses the lad. "Simply give me the best you got and keep them coming, okay?"

Hearing Dante's words, the two girls rush to the counter to surround the wavy-haired fellow with immense bewilderment appearing, their face drawn towards Dante's, while yelling in unison, "What?! You drink?!"

Dante does a quick double-take between his companions, exhibiting a casual conduct. "Yup. Is that so odd?"

Ilya hesitantly answers, stuttering a tad after straightening her posture. "W-Well... No, but I wouldn't have pegged you for a drinker."

Yuki nods without separating herself from Dante. "I agree. You just seem as the type who wouldn't."

Dante grins at Ilya and Yuki with his eyes shut. "I'm not! I actually love to drink!" The blonde navigates his focus back toward the bartender. "So, how about that drink?!"

The Barkeep sharply nods. "Alright, then!" He continually flicks his right hand at Dante to do a pointing motion. "I like your style, stranger!" The adult veers himself away from the three new guests while going to the assortment of beverages that are mounted onto several shelves. Once there, the Barkeep grabs a red bottle, returns toward Dante with a shot glass in hand as well, places both objects on the counter and issues a sinister smirk while utilizing his right hand for leverage again. "Solely to warn you, this here I call it the Red Devil. It can mess up anybody with only six shots or less and renders them unconscious for a couple of days at the very least." He raises his left eyebrow, asking in a patronizing manner, "You think you can handle it?"

Dante's eyes glisten as he shouts from excitement, "Hell yeah! Bring it!"

Because of Dante's outburst, the people inside the bar can't help being drawn in by what's on the verge of commencing while all gathering as a handful of them, although having suffered defeat to the Red Devil previously, joined the hoodie-endowed human and ended up turning it into a drinking contest comprised of eight guys, including Dante.

In the meantime, Ilya and Yuki recede a little to allow the competitors space while uncertain how things got this way or how it will turn out for their friend.

Soon, the Barkeep sets up shot glasses for all eight individuals with more Red Devil bottles, so that they each have one to pour themselves the following shot. After that, the bartender hoists his left arm while really getting in the mood since he hasn't had something like this transpire in a long time involving such a powerful beverage and then swings his arm down. "Start!"

The drinking contest instantly begins, however, lost a couple of men within three mere shots as that left many spectators amazed by the level of truth the Barkeep's words were. Due to the fact that the competition isn't based on speed, three of the remaining six guys took it easy and drank with a lot of care. Sadly, that didn't protect them from the immediate effects of the Red Devil, which were blurry vision, light-headiness, steady loss of motor skills and finishing off with losing consciousness.

Shock can clearly be depicted on Ilya while staring at the two, who quickly passed out almost in the beginning and had fallen to the floor, and thinks, "They look like they're dead! What in the world did that bartender serve them?!" She hurriedly switches her attention to Yuki amidst whispering, "We need to stop this! There's no way Dante will come out of this okay!"

Yuki's unable to let out a reply, dumbfounded by a detail that's happening ahead of her, until gradually raising her left hand and points to what she's watching with her jaw hanging.

Ilya shifts her gaze to the source of Yuki's baffled composition as she becomes overwhelmed by astonishment, compliments of registering Dante finishing his eighth shot while taking great enjoyment in the beverage's taste.

That forces the spectators, the Barkeep and the other participants to gawk at Dante with disbelief.

An instance later, a few more men drop out from being incapable of withstand the Red Devil any longer as it eventually boils down to Dante, having consumed thirteen shots, and a rugged, Caucasian man recently drinking his tenth shot. Concurrently, after getting over how much better these two fellows had done in comparison to past attempts, the large crowd of folks commence chanting "Chug!" while repeatedly throwing their fists into the air.

Dante sit sideways to direct his sight to his adversary while wasted as his right elbow lies atop the counter and is holding his fourteenth shot glass. "You know..." He hiccups and chuckles a bit before vaguely gesturing the glass in his hand. "This is pretty good stuff!" Dante glances at the drink. "It's been a while since I've tasted something similar to what I'm used to." The young male reverts his concentration to his opponent with a sly smile. "Although, the real Devil would probably disagree and prefer a WAY stronger drink. Something that would've had me tapping out after two measly shots." Dante lightly laughs.

Some of the onlookers murmur among themselves, finding Dante's statement quite peculiar. They weren't the only ones taken back by that as Yuki and Ilya briefly share a confused glimpse prior to resetting their attention onto Dante.

The man sitting next to Dante's right locks eyes with the wavy-haired person and is barely keeping his consciousness intact, however, tries to put up a tough front. "Listen here...! You... You... Piece of..." He almost falls over, however luckily, manages to prevent that while dropping his shot glass upon the counter to desperately grip it via both hands.

Dante takes a big swig of his shot, plants it on the counter as he expresses a delighted yell and peers at the man with a disoriented grin. "Better be careful... You... Might hurt... Yourself." The individual cocks his head left while near the edge of his seat and chuckles with a small hiccup escaping his mouth.

The foe simply observes Dante with a dazed demeanor until his body finally gave into the intoxication while keeling rearward and harshly hits the terrain.

Everyone cringes before commandeering their focus to Dante with a huge uproar echoing right after.

That invokes an embarrassed smile from Dante until deciding to stand and bows with his left hand scratching his head's posterior while possessing his eyes closed.

Not a lot of time passes following the competition's end as Dante's perched on the stool again with his head resting atop the counter via the blonde's arms folded under his chin and is pretty out of it from the Red Devil's influence. 

Meanwhile, Yuki and Ilya sit at opposite sides of Dante while issuing him a sympathetic stare, considering their friend doesn't seem to be doing too well after consuming fourteen shots.

Ilya comments to Dante in a somewhat disappointed tone, containing her head up with her right hand, "You seriously should've rethought that stunt of yours. Look at yourself. You won't last much longer."

Dante faintly grovels prior to veering his gaze to Ilya while quite disoriented. "Oh... I will... I always get like this... But I've never lost consciousness after drinking." He swallows amidst rapidly blinking in the effort of sustaining some mental stability. "I can give thanks to my condition for that."

Yuki tilts her head to the left from confusion with her constitution leaning onto the counter as she gets a better view of Dante. "Your what?"

Dante doesn't rebuttals to Yuki's question and keeps his vision on Ilya. "Hey... Why don't you... Ask the bartender about that... Thing we're searching for?"

Ilya momentarily pauses until understanding what Dante meant while shifting her concentration to the Barkeep and politely inquires, "Um... Excuse me? May I ask you something?"

The Barkeep walks toward Ilya with mild curiosity showing following him attending a customer. "Yes, ma'am. Go right ahead."

Ilya administers both hands upon the counter to bend forward a bit. "Is there any fast method to get from here to Velkry that resides in Glory, or even somewhere near it?"

The Barkeep immediately questions, "Are you a Velkry Spellcaster?"

Ilya nods. "Indeed, I am."

The Barkeep crosses his arms, substantially surprised. "Oooh! I hear Velkry has many impressive Spellcasters!" He chuckles while easing down his attitude. "Of course... The entire city is made up of them. Not like this city, whose residences are a mix of ordinary humans and Spellcasters."

Yuki interjects into the conversation with her sight on the Barkeep as the chick sits upright onto the stool she's stationed upon. "So they accept each other similar to my people in Icela."

The Barkeep diverts his gaze to Yuki and happily nods. "For the most part. Though, I'm sure some aren't too big of fans when concerning the Saints Organization."

Dante's eyes narrow with disdain overcoming him while thinking, "That organization..."

Without noticing Dante's behavior, Ilya perceives the bartender's statement to be fairly odd as she asks while properly sitting on her seat, "Would you mind explaining?"

The Barkeep answers after taking a deep breath and lowers his head. "To make it plain and simple, the Saints Organization practically owns Linesville. In better terms, they're protecting us from any possible invasion from Spellcaster groups, such as the Trailblaze Organization or the Alliance under the Einsburn Family's command due to most Spellcasters this city's composed of are low class."

Realization sets on Ilya before speaking with a composed demeanor. "Oh, yeah. They're currently in a battle with a faction led by the Einsburn's Commanding Officer of War, right?"

The Barkeep nods once more while establishing his vision onto Ilya. "Correct. You're well informed. The majority of folks wouldn't care about other's fights just as long as it doesn't directly affect them."

Ilya sheepishly smirks. "It may not affect us much, however, we still do have a Treaty with the Einsburns and an understanding involving the Saints Organization. So, we won't get ourselves mixed into their battles to stay neutral for the sake of us maintaining peace."

The Barkeep emanates a depressed personality. "Your people are lucky to be able to freely do that. We, on the contrary, have to pay to ensure our survival."

Worry arises from within Yuki. "Why is that?"

The Barkeep sighs as he navigates his focus to Yuki again. "It's the sole option they allotted us. We actually have to make payments every six months to collectors the Saints Organization sends, and if we're incapable, they'll abandon us. They might even destroy Linesville if they felt like it."

Yuki's shocked and covers her mouth with both hands. "Oh, my God! That's terrible!" She puts her hands back upon the counter. "Why do such a thing?!"

Dante retorts with coldness in his eyes. "Because, despite their organization's name, they're far from saints."

The three individuals shift their attention to Dante as the Barkeep talks with seriousness forming, "Sounds as if you've dealt with them previously."

Dante locks eyes with the Barkeep. "Not really..." His conduct becomes tense as he thinks with his teeth lightly gritted, "I'd LOVE to get the chance to DEAL with them in a specific way though!"

After momentarily watching Dante, Yuki reverts her gaze to the bartender while displaying uncertainty. "Can somebody tell me who exactly are the Saints Organization? I'm having a hard time comprehending from the discussion." The blue-eyed girl glances over at Ilya to hear some kind of response.

Ilya quickly replies amidst scratching her right cheek via her left thumb. "Honestly, I'm not sure. Since Velkry has no issues with them as a whole, we simply let them be and mind our own business."

Dante gently comments without looking at Ilya. "Which is pretty messed up, if you ask me."

Ilya glares at Dante, compliments of growing upset. "What was that?!"

Dante's eyes meet with Ilya's as they demonstrate sadness until resetting his concentration to the Barkeep. "Anyhow, the Saints Organization is nothing but a big farce. They're a bunch of idiots bragging about being God's representatives and that what they do is God's will." He scoffs with a hint of irritation added. "It's pathetic they believe they're better than everybody else and earnestly think they'll be accepted into heaven." The blonde submerges his face into both arms. "Like any Spellcaster would ever have an opportunity of that happening for them."

Confusion appears on both Ilya and Yuki as the hazel-eyed teen inquires following her confronting Dante with an enraged scowl, "What?! What did you just say?!"

The Barkeep intervenes with a somber expression. "You're talking about that rumor of how all Spellcasters are cursed to go to hell once they die, aren't you?"

The two girls snap their heads to the Barkeep while exclaiming in unison with astonishment radiating, "Huh?!"

The Barkeep calmly nods, shutting his eyes in the process, as he unfolds his arms to mount both hands onto his waist. "Yeah." He draws his sight back to the trio. "There's a story that's been spread around for some time. It's about how God condemned anyone possessing Spellcaster abilities. I'm not entirely certain on the specifics of why God would do that or even who started that rumor, although in my opinion, not enough evidence exists to back it up. It's mainly hearsay. I wouldn't take it too seriously."

Dante reveals his face sufficiently to roll his eyes, letting out a faint sigh, and then buries his head into his arms again.

Yuki's hurriedly relieved to hear the Barkeep's explanation, having planted her left hand over the center of her chest. "Thank goodness. I would hate to think my mother and sisters are somewhere in hell."

Ilya veers her focus to Yuki while nodding and mentally states, "Same for me." She switches her attention from her companions with a depressed smirk as she thinks, "To imagine my father there... It'd severely be..."

Suddenly, the bar's door harshly swings open as a group of seven, light-skinned men rapidly enter, dressed in a black and white attire greatly resembling a priest's clothing with a silver, cross necklace hanging around their neck. This forces almost everyone, except Dante whose head remains lowered, to instantly aim their concentration onto the new characters. Then, all of the client, saved the three comrades, and the Barkeep are overwhelmed by terror as the bartender shouts nervously, "Shit! Is it time already?!" He swiftly diverts from Dante, Ilya and Yuki so he can rush into the back area.

Concern promptly plagues the two females, doing a fast double-take to where the Barkeep went and resting their eyes upon the seven similarly-dressed individuals. 

In the meantime, without either of his traveling partners realizing it, Dante fiercely digs his nails into both his long sleeves and arms prior to lifting his head enough to exhibit intensity within the human's eyes as he thinks, "It's them...!"

As Dante dwells in his mind, the guy leading the other six people poised either beside or behind him, their face covered by a white mask to present them as being identical cheerfully, smiles with his scrawny physique hidden inside his somewhat large outfit. He stands at six feet, has a thin, unattractive face and contains medium-sized, jagged, dark blue hair that doesn't fit the menacing, orange eyes that scans the bar's confines. "Good afternoon, everybody! I am Pastor Jonah! I am here to collect this bar's payment for our, the Saints Organization, services in protecting them from sinners and evildoers!"

Frustration etches itself onto the customers' demeanor with a few of them whispering among themselves while many try to ignore Pastor Jonah's outburst. 

The Barkeep hastily comes out from the back with a grey brief case inside his right hand, cautiously journeys toward the blue-haired man and displays it to him after kneeling on his right leg with his head hanging. "Here's the money. Please..." He takes in a big gulp. "Merely take it and go."

Pastor Jonah shows a narcissistic grin . "What are you implicating?! You say that as if you don't want me in your establishment!" The male abruptly commandeers his right leg reward and kicks the Barkeep in the chest, rendering the bartender flat on the floor with pain brimming while having his eyes closed. After that, Pastor Jonah begins laughing in a boasting manner as he perches his left hand onto his head's posterior. "Whoops! I apologize! I only meant to tap you!"

The six men stationed behind Pastor Jonah laugh as well.

Not long after, Pastor Jonah advances a couple of steps towards the Barkeep's left side as he expels a cynical attitude and drives his left foot upon the bartender's gut in an uncaring way.

Thanks to that, the Barkeep gags out of agony with his eyes widening as he utters in a strained voice, "Ahhh...! Stop it, please! You're hurting me!"

Pastor Jonah maliciously cackles, leans towards the Barkeep with his left hand cupped around his left ear and tauntingly speaks. "Oh, I am deeply sorry! I did not hear you too well since there was not an I AM SORRY FOR DISRESPECTING SUCH A GREAT MAN AS PASTOR JONAH, WHO IS GRACIOUSLY ALLOWING ME TO LIVE FOR A SMALL PRICE."

Ilya doesn't enjoy what she's witnessing while angrily gritting her teeth before mumbling, "That jerk!"

Yuki's also upset as she properly faces the seven fellows until registering that the surrounding clients are solely observing and thinks with disgust included, "What is the matter with them?! Aren't they going to do anything?! They just saw this so-called COLLECTOR hit the bartender and all they do is sit there!" She tightly clenches both hands as they're atop her lap while thinking, "Well, I won't!"

Prior to Yuki having the chance to get up, Dante haphazardly turns around from the counter, rises to his feet and confronts the group with his eyes shadowed by his dark blonde hair. 

That bewilders multiple of the clientele residing in the bar while one male customer remarks in a low volume to another, "Is he nuts?! Doesn't he know they're Spellcasters from the Saints Organization?! I've heard they have a bad reputation of killing anybody who even glance at them wrong!"

The man being talked to softly rebuttals with his vision glued to Dante. "I did too. That guy oughta' watch himself or he's in a world of hurt."

Finally seeing Dante several meters away, Pastor Jonah emits some annoyance. "What is this? Is someone PURPOSELY afflicting my eyes with their unimportant figure, distracting me from the lesson I am teaching this disrespectful fool who should understand by now not to speak if he is not spoken to?"

Dante heartlessly retorts with both hands twitching substantially. "Would you just shut up?"

Jonah becomes profoundly agitated as he slants his head to the left. "Eh?! You dare tell ME to shut up?!" He places his right hand on himself and fixes his head's angling while demonstrating a stuck-up behavior. "Are you so stupid to not comprehend who exactly you are badmouthing?!" Light-colored magic commences to radiate from the pastor while anger joins in. "In God's name, I shall punish you for such insolence!"

Ilya removes herself from her seat with concern displayed and thinks, "He's generating a good sum of magic. I'd put him somewhere near a Class B." The chick alters her attention to Dante. "Dante's fought against much stronger opponents and even held his ground, but..." Ilya swallows with fear starting to consume her. "Something's not right about how Dante's acting. He appears to be mad. I've merely seen him get like this twice."

Simultaneously, Yuki stays atop the stool she's sitting upon while the princess' eyes reflect that Dante's her main focus and sorrowfully thinks, "What is going on with him? He always seemed to be the carefree type." An image of Dante facing her in the form of Yui momentarily embeds itself into her brain, leaving the blue-eyed beauty with an unsettling feeling while internally questioning, "How come... I don't presently recognize him as that Dante?"

Dante casually pulls out his Sealing Glove from his back pocket via his right hand, puts it on with the use of his left appendage amidst sustaining both hands lowered and delivers a reply of discontent. "Jeez, you're annoying!" He soon reveals his eyes as they're filled with hatred. "If you won't shut up willingly, I have no choice but to force you! Accelerate!" The lad immediately maneuvers towards Pastor Jonah with his right hand ready to strike, ultimately positioning himself beside the downed Barkeep.

Disbelief overruns Jonah, unable to react fast enough to avoid Dante, and thinks, "What in heaven's name?!"

Dante's right hand collides with the pastor's abdomen as he declares in a menacing tone, "Seal!" His Sealing Glove glows for a split second.

With that, Pastor Jonah's sent backwards into the bar's doorway after his men behind him narrowly evaded being struck by their leader. Afterwards, the soaring guy hits the ground outside, gaining numerous people's concentration as they were solely mingling until that transpired.

The six masked males hurriedly rush to Jonah's aid and strive to get any sign from him if he's fine or not.

Eventually, Pastor Jonah sits up with his eyes briefly closed while attempting to regain his bearings and coughs a little due to how much Dante's assault hurt.

Meanwhile, Dante marches out of the bar with Ilya and Yuki following nearby as the pair can't restrain their worried about the hoodie-wearing fellow's present personality. Then, the wavy-haired individual stops five meters from the Saints Organization members while exhibiting minimal emotion. "I'm not done with you yet, so stand up."

Jonah's eyes snap open to depict Dante as rage arises. "You damn miscreant! To lay your hands onto a child of God is equal to spitting on His face!"

The six underlings nod while stating in unison, "Right!" They swiftly situate themselves ahead of Pastor Jonah to prevent any additional attacks on their leader and point their right hand at Dante as they continue talking at the same time. "We shall punish you for such an atrocity!" Magic slowly flows from the six men while combining to make an impressive aura.

Ilya panics at the sight of the grand level of power as she's towards Yuki's left. "This is bad! Separately, they're Class C Plus Spellcasters, although if they're Supportive Spellcasters that can mix their ability together to become stronger, they'll be close to a Class A Minus Spellcaster in that aspect! I'm not certain Dante's capable of handling it!"

Yuki frantically shifts her vision to Ilya. "We should help him in that case!"

Dante unexpectedly elevaters his right arm to the side and says to the two teenage girls with his gaze persisting onward. "That won't be necessary. I'll take care of these guys. You both oughta' simply keep back and not get involved."

Concern adds to Ilya while partially moving forth and gestures both arms a bit. "Hold up, Dante! I've let you do whatever you want without really questioning it during fights, however, I don't want you to think you never need help! You know you can count on us! You're not alone!"

The letter "D" atop Dante's Sealing Glove begins shining again as he temporarily reflects on Ilya's words before commenting with no change to his behavior. "I'll be sure to remember that." He grins with minor joy displayed and mutters, "I seriously will..." A huge, black pentagram rapidly appears beneath Dante's feet with ominous, dark colors generated skyward while the Caucasian's soon engulfed by them.

Concurrently, Ilya drops to her knees while clutching her chest via both hands as an immense quantity of pain overwhelms her entire body.

That provokes Yuki to shout toward Ilya and dashes to the hazel-eyed girl so she can investigate what occurred, however, doesn't receive a single response.

Ilya strains herself to maintain her consciousness, unlike the last time Dante created the pentagram, as she thinks, "He's going for that thing again?! What's making him go this far?!" She steers her focus toward Pastor Jonah, who's astonished by the unprecedented radiance, while suspicion surfaces and thinks, "Did that guy really get under Dante's skin that much... Or is it something else?"

Not much time passes prior to the array of colors dissipates, portraying Dante while no longer wielding his right arm extended horizontally with Hellfire Fiend now located behind him.

At the moment, Hellfire Fiend carries its Death-Scythe ahead of Dante in order to protect the green-eyed gentleman from possible onslaughts that may come out of nowhere.

Dante promptly issues the seven opponents a slightly demented smile, slanting his head to the right. "What was that about punishing me? 'Cause I believe you all definitely need to rethink that statement."

The six masked men step back with their arms dropped and quiver, compliments of Hellfire Fiend's ominous figure.

As that transgresses, Pastor Jonah rises to his feet with a horrified expression and stutters. "T-T-T-The Devil!" He hastily aims his left hand's index finger at Hellfire Fiend. "That is the Devil, is it not?!"

A commotion commences among the citizens witnessing the event while the Barkeep and clients finally go outside to check the situation. After seeing Dante confronting the Saints Organization's money collectors with Hellfire Fiend continually towards his rear, the bartender's quickly enveloped by an uneasy feeling as his eyes are fixed on the blonde and thinks, "Who is this guy?"

Dante vaguely laughs and rebuttals to Pastor Jonah's recent outburst. "You wish." The young man peers at Hellfire Fiend with a somewhat cynical smirk. "Hello, my Fiend. It's been a while. Are you in the mood to play?"

Hellfire Fiend nods at Dante with the same creepy smile it always shows on the white, circular head-mask.

Dante's exceedingly delighted by the mysterious being's answer. "Great!" The human mounts his sight upon Jonah and his minions. "I'm glad you are... 'Cause those are some people I'd like to have experience an instant death, if you'll be so kind to assist me."

Hellfire Fiend nods a second time with its attention clearly on the adversaries ahead, although there is no way to know what's going through its mind. After doing that, the ominous creature vanishes without a trace as Dante silently mouths to his foes in a taunting manner while feeling a small gust of wind produce by Hellfire Fiend's abrupt disappearance, "You're all dead."

Before they could fully register Dante's declaration, one of the masked men to the far left is suddenly decapitated with no sign of Hellfire Fiend anywhere as blood spurts all over the place until the male's body falls down. 

Pastor Jonah immediately freaks out while releasing a distraught scream after embedding both hands onto his cheeks. 

Following that, another Saints Organization associate loses his head with a gargled sound escaping him at that exact instance and drops to the landscape while blood oozes from the wound. 

That double death leaves the spectators terrified as any children nearby are shielded by their parents due to not understanding what or even why it is transpiring, however, don't desire for them to be a possible target.

Then, a third Saints Organization personnel is left headless prior to a different method of death taking shape while one of Jonah's subordinates gives up and tries to run away. Sadly for him, it's a fruitless attempt as he's cut down by a vertical slash inflicted on his back with blood uncontrollably spraying. 

Because of the loss of his fourth follower, Pastor Jonah's psyche can't maintain him much more, uncertain if he'll be the next one to die upon making a single rash movement, and mutters, "I do not want to die, God! Please, do not permit it!" Minor resolve enters the guy as he realizes something while hanging both hands toward his sides. "I know what to do! I will become invisible with my ability! It surely cannot kill what it cannot see!" Jonah strives to utilize his Spellcaster power after shutting his eyes to concentrate, however to his complete horror, is unable to vanish, rendering the blue-haired fellow stunned with his eyes wide open while thinking, "Nothing is happening! Why am I not invisible?!"

Dante chuckles in a sinister way thanks to finding Pastor Jonah's thoughts funny as he stations both hands behind his rear. "You wanna' learn why you aren't invisible? It's 'cause I put a seal preventing you from using your magic."

Confusion plagues Jonah until looking at Dante's right hand, discerning what it is with bewilderment brimming while on the verge of delivering a response. Just as the scrawny character's about to do that though, one of the last two masked men was killed via a clean, horizontal slash that split the Saints Organization member in half while letting out an illiterate cry prior to falling onto the terrain. 

Right after, being the final subordinate, the sixth associate nervously searches the vicinity for Hellfire Fiend as it's obviously the source of his companions' death before receiving an unimaginable pain stabbing into his back and chest. He then hesitantly lowers his gaze, viewing that a large crescent-like blade has pierced him from behind while sticking out of his chest and abruptly starts gagging with blood slowly exiting his mouth that can soon be witnessed by everyone once it passes beneath the man's mask.

Jonah hurriedly alters his focus to his last follower and becomes speechless.

Hellfire Fiend detaches its Death-Scythe from the masked guy's constitution while firmly grabbing the currently deceased Saints Organization personnel via its left, bony hand, which is the first time the limb could be seen well, and nonchalantly tosses him behind itself as the corpse has been flung toward Dante.

Dante easily avoids the oncoming body through taking a big step to his right without really caring. 

Having done that, Hellfire Fiend navigates its vision toward the blue-haired enemy, getting into a stalking posture as if it wanted to torture Pastor Jonah prior to killing him.

Jonah swiftly comprehends that he's in tremendous danger and steadily backs away with both arms raised while speaking in a scared manner. "P-Please! You must not do anything hasty now!" The individual rests his left arm on his chest. "I'm a Saints Organization Spellcaster, remember?!" Jonah points his left hand at the crowd. "They agreed to pay for us to protect them! Killing me would be considered treason and the higher ups will not accept that!"

The civilians chatter with each other while knowing fully well that Pastor Jonah's remark is true and are severely frightened by the repercussions that may come.

Dante momentarily recalls Clock from Enshin's Disciples uttering something similar as he mumbles with very little difference to his composition, "Like that'll change anything." The Caucasian increases the volume of his voice for everyone to listen while specifically watching Jonah. "If these people need a defender from others wanting to take advantage of their weakness, then I'll just be sure to beat all those threats down. That way, they never gotta' live in fear again."

The onlookers are instantly dumbfounded by Dante's statement with several gasps reverberating.

Pastor Jonah stays quiet for a few seconds until anger encompasses him and yells with both hands tightly clenched, "Blasphemy! You are directly challenging God by saying such a despicable thing!"

In the meantime, Hellfire Fiend reaches Jonah's left side with its Death-Scythe prepared to slice through the pastor via a vertical cut, although is halted by Dante shouting in a commanding tone, "Not him, Fiend!"

Astonishment overwhelms Pastor Jonah since he hadn't noticed that the ominous creature had gotten so close to him as he thinks amidst locking his eyes onto it, "I... I almost died!"

Dante gingerly laughs while tilting his head to his left. "Thank you for your help, my Fiend..." He abruptly traverses across the area to present himself in front of Jonah, quickly grasps him by the collar and effortlessly elevates the blue-haired male into the air while intently staring into his eyes. "But I'd like to ask this guy a couple of questions first."

Hellfire Fiend promptly complies with Dante's request and lowers both limbs to rest its Death-Scythe's opposite end on the ground, considering it was holding the weapon via two hands for the previous assault attempt.

As Hellfire Fiend does that, Yuki's impressed by Dante while whispering to Ilya, who somehow managed to remain conscious unlike the first time Hellfire Fiend was summoned, "Wow...! Dante is strong!"

Ilya strains herself to nod while wielding an agonized expression. "Yeah... Amazing strength for a human of his body stature."

Afterwards, Hellfire Fiend fades into nothingness in the same method it did during its first appearance, however, with no signal from Dante this time. 

Dante eventually brings Jonah near him, so that their face aren't too far from each other and coldly inquires, "Starting off, were you in the Saints Organization 5 years ago?"

Pastor Jonah squirms in Dante's grip as he portrays a defiant attitude. "Go to hell!"

Dante smirks while thinking, "That's very funny to say to me." He rapidly switches hands without letting Jonah touch the ground and mildly gestures his right hand at the adversary in a teasing way amidst stating, "If you aren't willing to answer when it's only the two of us, you'll leave me no choice but to get Fiend involved once more."

Pastor Jonah grows frantic, shaking his head and throwing both arms around. "No, no, no! Anything beside that monster! I will tell you, alright?!"

Dante narrows his eyes, compliments of unexpectedly hearing Jonah's thoughts divulging the information related to his initial question, as he solemnly utters, "So, you actually had just joined the Saints Organization 5 years ago. What excellent timing."

Shock establishes itself onto Pastor Jonah. "How did you know that?!"

Neglecting Jonah's outburst, Dante tightens his possession of the blue-haired character's collar while his eyes resonate ferocity and lightly perches his right hand on the pastor's left shoulder. "Next question... Were you there when...?" The green-eyed lad draws Pastor Jonah even closer to softly talk into his left ear with nobody able to hear it, causing intrigue from Ilya and Yuki.

Listening to Dante's whole inquiry, Jonah's soon engulfed by terror and hesitantly glances at the young man since he was gazing downward while asked as he faintly stutters, which didn't allow anyone other than Dante to hear, "Y-You... C-Could not be?! Y-You are Dante Einsburn, are you not?!"

Dante issues Pastor Jonah an evil smile as they make eye contact. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The blonde releases his grasp of the pastor, resulting in him harshly landing his ass upon the terrain, and raises his opened, right hand to the height of his face while inserting his left appendage within his pocket. "Thanks, by the way. You ended up answering that question without me really needing to hear it from your mind. The bad part is that it told me that you have no knowledge concerning my last one."

Jonah gulps while peering at Dante with both hands planted to the ground for leverage as his voice is strained from fear. "That explains it! There was information about an Einsburn capable of reading minds! It is the outcast who has it and not the older brother in charge of the family!" He grits his teeth with frustration displayed and says in a hiss, "I should have known! You both look so much alike! Right down to the blonde hair and green eyes!"

Dante replies without showing a shred of emotion after receding via a handful of steps. "Sorry to disappoint, but my hair's darker than my brother's." His fused Sealing Glove begins to brilliantly glow until abruptly shutting his lifted limb. "Hell's Gate Seal." 

A giant pentagram circle swiftly engraves itself under Pastor Jonah and emanates the three dark colors it did on the day Dante met Ilya as it swallows the blue-haired individual while even obliterating a few of the iron ropes hanging above the opponent.

A horrific scream is immediately heard as the citizens are rendered unable to let out a word because of the atrocious thing that's occurring ahead of them. 

At the same time, Yuki stands upright following her trying to assist Ilya to her feet and supports her while entranced by the array of colors shooting outward. 

In the white-haired dame's case, Ilya wields her right arm atop Yuki's shoulder to stay up while maintaining a tight grip on her chest and thinks during her own observation of Dante's attack, "Yeah... It's been over a week, hasn't it? Dante used it on this guy like he did back then." She instantly recalls Gunta's death and why it came down to Dante utilizing Hell's Gate to end the dark-skinned man's life while thinking, "This is... Dante's hatred. If I understand a single thing about Dante, it's that he enjoys fighting... Though, not even once, did he contain the behavior he normally does during this fight. That's the sign..."

Dante lowers his right hand to place it upon his waist as he calmly watches the radiance of colors continue going with his clothing fluttering thanks to the fierce gust produced by Hell's Gate.

Ilya persists her thought process, staring at Dante's backside with sadness added, "Hell's Gate Seal is the symbol of Dante's hatred toward someone. When he uses it, that's when you know for certain... That he isn't the same Dante he usually is." She sighs with a somber demeanor surfacing and mutters as a tear travels down her cheek from her right eye, "And that's the Dante I don't like seeing."

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...