In The Abyss As A Toon Character

Dante felt a sudden surge of dread as he sensed a heavy presence looming over him. He looked around frantically, trying to find the source of this problem.

The small fries that had been attacking him stopped flooding him, but this was far from a relief. This presence was unlike anything he had encountered before. It was more menacing... More powerful... More threatening

The air around him became dense and oppressive as if it was trying to suffocate him. Dante's senses sharpened. A cold shiver ran down his spine, alerting him to the imminent danger. His primal instincts told him this enemy was completely different from the others.

Dante knew that he had to be serious about this one. Quickly, a pair of vibrant blue wings sprouted from his back, ready to take flight at any moment. He scanned his surroundings. He was ready to fly at his position or to the sky, depending on what unfolded.

Probing for information, Dante asked, laced with a mix of caution and curiosity, "What are you, like their mother?"

The presence did not answer him. Instead, it rushed down at him with a ferocious speed. Dante quickly noticed something odd. it moved on two legs, like a human. He commented, "I guess you can't understand me even if you look human." 

Dante dodged its attacks and observed its movements as the creature continued rushing toward him. Unlike the smaller spirits he had faced earlier, this one radiated a startling, sinister aura that made his skin crawl.

Mid-fight, he saw an opportunity and decided to seize it. He shifted his weight onto his hands with a fluid motion, his body suspended in the air briefly while his legs and wings swung around in a wide arc, delivering a powerful kick to his foe's face, catching his opponent off-guard.

He did not give it a chance to recover. He jumped up, and with a strong flap of his wings, he propelled himself towards the enemy's position, aiming for a decisive blow. But to his shock, he missed. It felt as if the enemy had just opened a hole in its body, and the way it was shaped completely changed.

Dante yelled cautiously, "What have you done…" the creature's enigmatic abilities left him wary. He had expected some of them to have abilities, but not knowing what they were made him vulnerable.

Mid-air, he soared through the air, using his wings to maneuver. Dante kicked a nearby tree with his foot, gaining momentum and changing direction. He repeated the process, trying to gain the upper hand with this strategy.

The more he fought, the more visible it was to him. He had the "hunch" that this thing was humanoid, but now he dimly saw his image. And as their fight continued, Dante realized something alarming. "I'm not doing him any damage?"

Dante's senses were on high alert, guiding him with the incoming attacks. He swiftly pivoted his body, dodging the first strike by a hair's breadth. He felt the rush of air from the spirit attack, barely being able to dodge it. He fought back, landing a powerful blow on the cursed spirit's torso.

The moment he punched, he could feel the impact and the pain. He sensed the spirit fall to the ground, seemingly defeated. But then

"Tsk, I can't see them. This is tedious," he muttered, noticing that the spirit had run away without many injuries. "Did he multiply?" Now, he sensed more than one 

"SHIT PROJECTILE AGAIN- Dante barely managed to dodge the attack that came from above.

This told him that whatever this thing was, it was smart enough to use weapons. And not just any weapons, but ones that could change shape and size, perhaps an artifact like the box?

Dante tries to investigate its abilities by throwing sticks and stones at it with great speed and force. The objects were blocked easily by the spirit's weapons, which seemed to form a shield around them.

 I couldn't help but think, "Does he have a shield, or is it a multi-tool? Where does this bastard take all of these things? Can he create weapons and control his body?"

As he barely dodged the attack from the front, another one appeared behind him. "I can't dodge both of them… This leaves me with no option but to block." He decided, somewhat reluctantly, to take the attack head-on.

Dante opened his wings, hoping to protect himself. He didn't want to risk damaging the theme. There needs to be a plan if something goes wrong.

But as the spirit's fingers were about to touch him, a bad omen shivered down his spine. It was a strange and alien feeling, something he had never experienced before.

In that severe moment, the air itself seemed to thicken with a mysterious power that aimed to engulf him.

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The dreadful sensation that invaded Dante felt as if someone had tried to perpetrate his sanctuary. Dante's heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure. he felt how his consciousness slipped away as he struggled to stay focused and alert.

He attempted to focus on his breathing, but no matter how hard he strained himself, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was trying to take control of him. He hyperventilated from a lack of oxygen left in the room.

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The sensation that invaded him was the one of a machine that had been hacked, his code rewritten without his consent, changing what makes himself... himself. A whirlwind of emotions showed on his face. He was at a loss for words or actions.

But two emotions were predominant.

'Anger' and 'Fear'

Dante took a few steps back, with his legs trembling beneath him. He felt like he had just run a marathon. His body was soaked with sweat. His eyes blazed with fierce determination as he faced off against the spirit.

For some reason, he was furious about whatever the cursed spirit had tried to pull off, and he was also terrified of the unknown.

Dante felt a sudden weight on his chest, as if something was trying to claw inside him. He continued to gasp for air as his vision blurred and his body convulsed with an inexplicable sensation. He felt as if his very essence was being torn apart.

In the harrowing moment, Dante stumbled backward, his body trembling with the shock.

The room settled into an uneasy stillness as if time had stopped. Dante summoned every ounce of strength within him to try to move.

His eyes blazed with fierce determination. His muscles strained, and beads of sweat dripped down his face. Instinctively, he reached for the sword he had in the backpack and quickly cut the spirit's hands.

He took a few steps backwards, sensing the ground shake beneath his feet. His eyes turned white, flickering with an unsettling mix of rage and disbelief.

His fists clenched as he surveyed the place. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO DO ME THAT!" The air crackled with tension, and Dante's voice resonated with a thunderous roar carrying an undertone of uncontrolled fury.

For a moment, there was silence. Dante didn't exactly know what had transpired within him and his ability, but it made him really angry.

Little did he know that a miracle just unfolded within him.

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Authors note:

Is he gonna turn into a battle-junkie?

Yes and no

Lemme explain: He is a white canvas. As simple as that, I'll treat this at the end of this arc by giving him a "purpose." (It was hard, but I finished cooking the plot!)

FUCK! I gotta wait 12 chapters to make that shit... T_T

also sorry for late chapter I'll explain later why.

Also, I really liked this chapter, but I felt like I described too much... perhaps just me.