Welcome to Gaia! ::

a black wave of electricity ripped through the void as Dante appeared with Art, whom he promplty dropped onto the bed to tend to her wounds with the aid of a nearby first-aid kit. he walked over to the fireplace, pulling originally unseen logs from behind it, and stacking them in over the kindling. He focused the smallest ball of energy he had in his life, sending the needle thin projectile into the kindling, causing the wood to erupt into a roaring blaze.
He smiled as he looked back at Art, "Care for something to eat?"

"Very well," He says, unconcerned, "I have a few things to attend to anyway, I shall return later, my dear," he said the last two words sardonicly, mocking her predicament, "make yourself as comfortable as possible. the T.V. can be used to watch every single life in Galen, covienently, as well as several outside of it. It gets nine trillion basic chanenls, along with Cartoon network." he grinned, "play with the remote, I'm sure a bright young girl like yourself can figure it out."

And he was gone.

Dante returned only a few minutes later, through the door. past the portal, the sky above Asriel's dwelling could be seen, though as soon as Dante crossed the threshold, it flickered back into the endless void of dark FLUX. Dante smiled, " I was only making sure they knew where to find you, my dear, in case they wished to... re-negotiate."

"Good to know." he said, tending the flames. He didn't much care for the fire, everything in this realm was sustained by his power, created by his hand. he sighed, recalling his endless torment, undeserved torment, in a place almost like this.

And now it was his home.

"Want?" Dante frowned slightly, then nodded knowingly. He rushed her, pinning ehr down onto the bed with such a quick gesture that it threatened to reopen her wounds, which seemed to have started to mend of their own accord. he pressed a clawed hand to her breast, his breath beating onto her neck, "this is what you expected isn't it?" He said, tracing that hand by a claw down along her body, resting on the inside of her thigh, "This is what you thought I would do?"

And just as suddenly, he withdrew," No. I am called a Beast, not a monster." He sighed sadly, " I seem to have been too viscious in my.... allusions. I am not here to violate your body, dear lady. your prescence here will keep anyone from acting foolishly, since If I am destroyed, and it is possible, though the odds are scant, this realm will collapse and crush you, perhaps turning you into something like me." He allowed himself a small smile at her cringing respose to this little possibility (as I'm sure she would, correct me if I'm wrong). He withdrew to sit in front of the fire, conjuring a chair as he sat.

He remained in silence, contemplating what he had gotten them into.

Dante sighed again as he gazed into the crackling fire, the blaze's flickering corresponding with the thoughts drifting through his mind. He didn't spare a glance at Art, he had been far too venemous with her. Again he sighed, and the T.V. flickered to life, displaying the same image of flame in a sympathetic glow to the firelight.

He watched the flames intently, and sighed again.

The fire and Television flared white briefly, and Dante snaped out of his reverie. He stood, his bones cracking in sympathy with his aching muscles. He wasn't really sore, but it was a result of expending alot of energy at once. he looked at Art, who was still cringing in fear on the bed, he had hoped she would eventually snap out of it when she realized he wasn't goig to DO anything.

to her, at least.

he went over to the door, and opened it to reveal a cupboard. He withdrew a can of soda, icy to the touch. he popped the top and drank from it, relishing the sweet taste, which was flawless, as was everything else created here, designed perfectly to suit Dante's personal taste.

he tossed the can into a wastebasket and walked over to the edge of the bed, where he sat, facing away from Art.