Dante

It was a dark night, a humid and dirty alley, the smell of industrial fog and the scent of putrid darkness hangs into the air, the smell of demons rotting instantly after being killed, he stands above you, his silver white hair flowing with the cold wind, your savior. Totally awesome i know, and know you have this smoking hot, dreamboat of a man standing right in front of you... A sly smirk crossed his face.