Dante was still on his knees.
Blood trickled from his mouth as he coughed repeatedly, trying to regain control of his breathing after the absurd violence with which Lilith had shoved the golden fruit into his throat. Fragments of broken teeth were still scattered across the stone floor, mixed with the dark blood that dripped slowly from his torn lips.
But that wasn't the worst of it.
Inside his body… something had awakened.
The energy of the Fruit of Good and Evil began to react immediately upon contact with his demonic essence. It was as if two completely incompatible forces had been placed in the same vessel and were now trying to occupy the same space by force.
The divine energy pulsed like a white star.
The demonic energy reacted like an abyss trying to devour that light.
The result… was pain… a deep pain.
Dante clutched his chest as his breath faltered for a few seconds, his body trying to understand exactly what had been placed inside him.
