Dante reached the same familiar estate. As the headlights cut through the iron gates, the guards scrambled to intercept him, waving their arms in a desperate attempt to stop the high speed car but Dante didn't slowed down.
Infact, He pressed his foot harder onto the gas, the car surging forward until the front bumper slammed into the center of the ornate metal.
CRASH.
The gates buckled and shrieked, tearing off their hinges. He didn't stop until he reached the front steps, as he stepped out, his white shirt was colored by dried red blood everywhere.
Inside, Elias was at his desk, the only sound of scratching his fountain pen enchoed through the room. He paused, the nib hovering over a word, as the sudden sound interrupted him. A thin, knowing smile touched his lips.
By the time Elias reached the grand foyer, the front doors had already been kicked open.
Dante stood there with fury visible on his face.
