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James kicked the blade away and countered with an uppercut with his right fist which struck Francesco in the jaw. "You don't got nothing on me." James told him icily. "You're going to die today by my hand. And I'm going to make it slow and painful. For Sophie."
Francesco stubbled back and shook his head from the double vision that he got. Taking out another sword, he charged and swung down, aiming to split him down the middle. "Die, Daltatoni!"
Marianna and Tasha looked on the battle, as they turned on the T.V. They were surprised that such a man was once Uncle Dante's friend and how easily he knocked him out. Now he was facing Dante's true heir, James Daltatoni.
James parried the sword attack with the katana in his left hand. His strength in his enraged mode matched that of his powerful opponent. With his right hand, he aimed a brutal slash at Francesco's stomach with the wrist blade attached to his arm.
James spun to the side to avoid most of the stab, but it did cut his side severely. But once again, James felt no pain and no emotion besides pure hate for Francesco. "Now you've got no shield." James laughed at him. "Which means you're dead. You just don't know it yet." James taunted before charging once again and using his dual wrist blades as piercing weapons as he snapped off a lightning fast combo of punches aimed at Francesco's torso.
He was pummeled with the power of his fists, him trying to protect himself with what's left of his shield, only for it to fully break. Getting up, he jumped at his foe, throwing all his strength into one last chop.
James took the chop with his shoulder, having turned so he could take the powerful blow that likely would have killed a normal man without more harm than a bruise. Before Francesco could retreat, James grabbed his arm with both hands and sent fifty thousand volts of jet black dark electric power into Francesco's body. James knew that this wouldn't kill him, but it would certainly hurt him.
And did it. Francesco's body spasmed, and his flesh started to cook itself, and he felt like his nerves were frying from the sheer voltage that was invading his body.
James laughed an evil and soulless laugh as he threw Francesco to the ground. "Ironic that the personification of Violence is about to die the most violent death the world has ever seen." James said in a voice that would have scared even the bravest man because of the pure hate that was held in the words. Picking one of his katanas up off of the dirt, he walked slowly over to Francesco and pulled one of his trusty Berettas out of a shoulder holster. "So. Any last words?"
"I'll see you in Hell." Francesco said, tossing a sword at James, aiming to spear him. Only for it to be knocked aside from a cross that looked green that looked very stylized. Uncle Dante held his cross in hand. "Kill him with holy lightning."
"Not what I had in mind Uncle." James told his Uncle Dante. "I had another method planned for him. To show the world what happens when you mess with James Tucker Dalton." He said icily before shooting Francesco twice; once in both kneecaps. "A slow and painful method."
Uncle Dante rose his scythe and severed Francesco's hand when a loud "ENOUGH!" boomed through the colisium. Standing in the main podium was Julius Ceaser, arms out to calm the raging crowd. He had a balled fist facing from him, then did the thumbs-down, giving them permission to kill Francesco.
"Wonderful. Uncle, step back. This is going to get bloody." James told Uncle Dante before going into action. With his katana, he cut Francesco into pieces, but didn't kill him. At this point, he was without any of his limbs and his entire body was ribbons of bloody flesh. "And now, time to end your existence. For Sophie." James said quietly before murmuring something under his breath. He then raised his pistol and emptied the clip into Francesco's brain.
Once Francesco's mutilated body was done, Dante gripped his head and pulled up. With his hand came the Shade of the Francesco from 800 years ago, prior to his death. "Now, old friend, you'll go back into Violence." He said, creating a Hell Portal. Francesco pleaded with Uncle Dante, but he was out of mercy. "This is for Alexandrina. This is for my wife." He let go, letting a screaming Francesco fall into the Hell portal, sending him back into the part of Violence where those violent against God, nature, and order go.
Marianna and Tasha exhaled a breath they didn't knew they held.
James then turned to the crowd and projected his voice using his powers of electrical manipulation. "Listen to me now, and listen good." He said in a commanding tone. "What happened to him is what happens when you mess with James Dalton." He told the entire world, but mostly the Shadow Battlers and the rest of the bosses of the Nine Circles, in an icy voice. "So consider this a warning because there won't be a second. Come after my family or friends and you will die. And it won't be quick and it won't be painless." James vowed before diving into the Hell portal and closing it quickly. He then vanished before reappearing near Lexie. "It's done." He said to her with tears moistening his eyes. "He's dead. For good."
She was standing on a shore facing the River Phlegathon in Violence. She was had a grateful look on her face. "Thank you, Jameson Tucker Daltatoni, for everything." She said, walking up to him and placed her lips onto his own.
From Francesco's body, Uncle Dante plucked Lexie's falchion, then opened a Hell portal so he can get this sword to Lexie's memorial.
James was unbelieveably shocked by the fact that she had kissed him, but he returned the kiss anyways because she had been one of the most important people in his life before her death. He hadn't given himself the chance to mourn her passing and as a result he felt himself about to cry.
She sniffed as tears creep down her face. She was dead, and now, the only time she can be solid is here in Hell. "Visit me sometime, okay, you?" She asked tearfully.
"Of course." James promised her as he pulled her into a loving embrace. "I'll stop by soon when Nuata gets out of the hospital so she can come too..." James told her. "And don't worry about the kids and Trisha... you know we're there for them and that I'll do anything for them." He assured her.
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