[This?

This is hell.

Which, well, it kind of was, but it kind of wasn't. And this particular version of hell doesn't seem to be holding itself together, either.

As some well-worn boots grate the dirt underneath, Dante walks towards an old house with a tree. The last time he saw this, the tree had disappeared, its fruit consumed. Instead, the ghost of an old house flickers in and out of view.
At the front porch, a katana is jammed into the front door.

Dante doesn't like that, frowns. This doesn't add up, and it's evident in how he stretches his gloved hand to brush across it. Yet, across the hinges of that door, there seems to be a light.

He just kind of needs to stop being distracted about the sword stuck on it and actually open the door.

Meanwhile, the firmament above is shattering, of course, cracks through blue and white. But beyond the shards, there isn't a blood-red living thing but a void. Beckoning.]

Huh, here I thought the end of the world would be original, for once.

[Had he ever been stuck in something before?

This particular crystal chrysalis is, despite vibrant, surprisingly still.

At least for a little while.

This guy is counting, inside the thing. Maybe knock on it? See if it budges.

Stabbed, jabbed, stabbed again, motorbike-thrown… Stuck in a labyrinth, seduced by a guitar… Swallowed by a flying whale? Does that count?

Regardless, even if you don't interrupt his mental tally, even if he doesn't seem too bothered by being stuck in some sort of crystal womb, this guy just decides that he's sure that the trial period for this shamanic digital detox camp is over and it's time to get out into the real world.

Whatever that was.

So with firm and —surprisingly— methodic jabs, punches, and elbows, the cocoon does hatch.

And out comes a stinky and very moist (ew) 40-year-old.

If he looks bored, a little disappointed, it's because he's seen a lot.]

Hey, I thought I'd get a towel after this sauna.

[Even though Dante would eventually tend towards the light and therefore pleroma, he also has a tendency to just feel at ease with the darkness and destruction because [redacted] [redacted] [redacted], and I'd love for him to just be in the wrong place. If anyone would want to engage with him in both pleroma or kenoma town, just leave a comment here and assume he'll be honestly inconvenient regardless of the place, maybe by sitting down somewhere, stretching his legs, and pretending to sleep. He's a big guy and takes up a lot of space. Tell him he's being bothersome.

Any other notes or suggestions, just DM me! I'm definitely down for anything with him.

And again. I'm so, so sorry.]