Modern World Warlock-Chapter 67: The Divine Comedy

The following day, after Dante killed Erebos, Camille asked everyone to go to her office to talk about the next steps they would take.

Erebos was considered the leader of the Scarlett Bullets, but Camille suspected that the demon was placed in that position due to his powers and not his knowledge when it came to criminal activity,

"Right now, Team Delta is working on deciphering the data that we got from Joseph’s mansion…" Camille explained.

Team Delta was the small group of hackers who had worked for the Jade Dragons in the past, and they were responsible for locating all the enemy bases that Dante and Megan had raided.

"It seems it might take them a while to get the information. They said that the Ruby Vipers’ and Blood Dragons’ cybersecurity was pretty strong…" the handler continued.

Camille then told the group that Team Alpha was raiding the remaining bases of the Scarlett Bullets, not wanting to leave any loose ends.

After briefing the group on their status, Paige called Dante, Zac, and Megan to the laboratory, saying that she wanted to conduct new tests on them.

Meanwhile, Sophia stayed in Camille’s office, nervously fiddling her thumbs.

"What’s on your mind, Sophie?" The handler asked.

"I was just thinking… About that nightmare we shared," Sophia replied with a sad tone.

Camille hadn’t heard all of the details from the events of the previous night. All she knew was that everyone in the house shared a single dream where Dante hunted the demon down.

The handler didn’t believe that the elements in a nightmare would be relevant since it wasn’t real, so she didn’t inquire further when she was told about it.

However, seeing that Sophia was a little distressed made her change her mind, piquing her interest in what they witnessed.

"We appeared inside this dark castle, and a reflection of Dante ran inside… He looked… different," Sophia muttered.

As the blonde explained in more detail, she commented how she thought it was strange that Dante’s reflection was crying when there was nothing inside the castle.

"Hmm, maybe it was incomplete," Camille muttered.

"I thought so, too!" Sophia exclaimed, saying that she could tell that Dante’s reflection was clearly looking at something. They just couldn’t see what it was.

Camille exhaled deeply and gazed at Cerberus, who was peacefully sleeping on his bed beside her desk.

"You know, this little buddy showed me something interesting the other day…" The handler commented.

After Camille heard the name Hellslayer from a demon, Cerberus guided the woman to a certain book she had on a pile that was meant to be given to Dante.

"It was an ancient poem from like the 1300s called the Divine Comedy… The author describes what hell, purgatory, and paradise look like. But that wasn’t what caught my attention…" Camille explained.

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In the last pages of the tome, there was a small story that was supposedly written by the same author.

He used the same description of hell to talk about the miserable fate of a man who had to travel alone through the "Inferno" in order to save his beloved, who had been kidnapped by one of hell’s rulers, Satan.

However, at the end of the story, after the man killed countless monsters and fought against all demon kings, his beloved couldn’t be saved as she was already dead.

Sophia listened to the story attentively, wondering out loud if it had to do anything with the warlock.

"Well, you see… The man’s name in the story is ’Dante,’" Camille replied, shocking the blonde.

"I-it could be a coincidence!" Sophia exclaimed.

"It could be, but then why did Cerberus show me that book in particular?" Camille continued, leaving the blonde silent and clenching her pants.

Suddenly, their talk was interrupted by the handler’s phone ringing, which Camille calmly answered.

"What!?" she exclaimed, standing up abruptly from her seat and worrying Sophia.

"I’ll be there!" the handler continued, hanging up the phone as a small sweat drop came down her temple.

"What happened?" The blonde asked with an anxious tone.

"It’s Zac’s mom. Apparently, her condition got much worse overnight…" Camille replied, shouting a command to the servants to prepare a vehicle and get Zac and the others from the lab.

When the redhead heard the news, he bolted out of the MET room towards the elevator, with Dante and Megan following closely behind.

During the car ride, the warlock sensed an incredible amount of umbra coming from Zac, which stemmed from his overwhelming anxiety.

Dante hadn’t met Zac’s mother, but he suspected that the woman had been drugged with demon blood since her symptoms were the same as the other victims.

However, he was expecting the woman to get better after he had destroyed the souls of some of the demons that were siphoning the lives of people.

’Maybe she was given Astaroth’s blood…’ Dante thought.

When the group arrived at the hospital, they ran up to the room and entered behind Zac, who hurried to his mother’s side to hold her hand.

The doctor that was present left the room to give the group some privacy with the woman, who was breathing heavily with her eyes closed, feeling pain in her body that made her arch her back.

The electrocardiogram beside the woman was beeping rapidly, a sign that her heart was mere minutes away from stopping, but Zac’s friends couldn’t do anything but watch from the side of the room.

Dante, on the other hand, seemed furious when his eyes gazed at the ill woman, catching Megan’s attention.

From the warlock’s perspective, he could see ethereal, burning black chains ensnared around her body that rapidly extracted her life force.

"Krom…" Dante called the imp, who poofed inside the room.

The tense atmosphere instantly enveloped Krom, preventing him from making any funny comments as he glared at Zac’s mother.

The imp took a step back, his eyes widened in shock, and clenched Dante’s sleeve with his claw in apprehension.

"Poor woman…" Krom whispered.

"How much time does she have left?" Dante inquired, his eyes sharp and his tone serious.

"An hour… At most," The imp replied, frustrating everyone in the room.