Demons from the attic

Bones

Dante's breath shortened
"I swear to Arch angel Micheal if you've done something to Sarah."
"You'll put a bullet in me" Dante could feel the smirk on L's face, he said it not as a question but as a boastful comment
"You bastard I am going to turn you into confetti and use it at your own funeral!" Dante began punched the wall once vigorously till his fist went through the concrete
"Great then it's a date!" He was ecstatic by the news
"Oh and Dante, I left a present for you in the mail, think of it as a welcome home gift"
Dante smashed the phone into the table which led to his hand crashing through the wooden set of draws, he looked through the hole and there laid his demon hunting clothes, he threw the long black trench coat on that looked as if it was a cloak, he threw his gun holders on but he didn't have his guns anymore, he had a sudden thrill it had been ages since he had done something this adventurous, Dante still felt a flame burning in his chest. He kicked the door open and walked down the stairs and proceeded to rip open his mailbox to find two guns, Dante didn't know much about firearms but he liked what he saw. Two silver mixed with red guns the words Malcolm and Melissa
The guns hanged heavy in his hands, it had been a while since he wielded one but enjoy was rather fond of the weight. Not the weight of the gun but the weight of a person's very existence hanging in the balance of a barrel and a trigger, to some extent he felt somewhat like God the power to take as he pleased, but God was different he was kind he wouldn't thrive off this feeling but instead he would want his people to be happy.
"All right lets go get this asshole" he muttered to himself while concaving the mailbox as he closed it. Dante went to the parking garage of the apartments there Dante's bike laid with a cover over it, different to any bike you could get in a store, it allowed him to traverse to the nether world better known as hell, he acquired this bike while working down there. He threw off the cover, he slid on and gave the engine a thrust to clear out all the old smoke the bike made a ghastly noise but he thrusted it harder leaving skid marks as he flew out the garage and onto the main road, the ghastning wind blew his hair right back, Dante had to find a rather empty suburb before he could sustain enough power to traverse through, his bike roared while burning the tar behind him with black skid marks, he thrusted the throttle through the back parts of town till he was met with a desolate area, the sky began to darken and the air became fogged up and eerie till only the green and red light from the motor bike could be seen, the sounds of the undead burnt into his ears as he attempted to reach the 6th throttle on his bike, a final thrust led him right through the gateway of hell, Dante swerved the bike to the side and let it drag till it stopped, he looked up at the ghastly dark sky. He was no longer on earth, Dante pursued to push his bike in a safe spot to park it, he looked around to see mindless souls wandering the plains along with banished Angels with burnt up wings.