Boss from another world

"It keeps nosy people away also helps this place is haunted." Reaper replied as he walked towards a door unlocking it he descended into the darkness the stone steps seemed more new and less broken much to Dantes relief as he followed.

After walking down the dark stairway Dante heard a click as Reaper pushed a button which was followed by an electrical buzz and like in all the movies rows of lights flickered into life one after the other. "Welcome to your new home" Reaper said with a smile as he held his arms open wide revealing a massive room underground it was in a simple design of a box a large stone box underground. The walls were rough and natural looking whilst the floor was smooth making ones footsteps echo nicely as the pair strode into the middle of the room.

"Isn't it a little too big?" Dante asked as he looked around he could see a bed and a small cooking place bundled into a corner. whilst the rest of the room was littered with exercise machines, weapons and a climbing wall much to Dante's surprise.

"Sheesh children these days never happy with an extension it's either too big or too small." Reaper complained.

"So what now?"

"Now we train start running."

"Don't we need to do stretches?"

"I mean you can do put it would be rather painful."

How would it be painful?" Dante questioned.

"I'll count to three." Reaper said with a sadistic smile as he pulled out a stun gun.

"Oh that's how." Dante realizes as he started running and so as the training commenced the two started running around the large race track made with white lines in the room. One was running for his life whilst the other was shouting his head off with a stun gun held out in front of him. It would have been hilarious to anyone else that was watching and to Reaper who had the stun gun but to Dante a person who found exercise tiring it was a living hell.

Minutes passed as an exhausted Dante was finally running on his last legs sweat poured from his body as he fell. Panting as he tried to cook his burning lungs.

"Come on another lap." Reaper said joyfully not even out of breath.

"Fuck...you..." Dante panted as he lay there on the cold smooth floor.

"That's ashame." Reaper said with a smile as he then proceeded to prod Dante with the stun gun in his hand.

"Fuck off!" Dante shouted in a tired voice as he felt pain course through his burnt out body. He could hear the electrical buzz also Reapers evil chuckles surrounded his mind as his body convulsed against his will. The pain stopped after awhile and all Dante could hear before he fell asleep were echoes of evil promises or a fuck ton of pain.

(Context!)

A pure white landscape with nothing insight an empty nothingness.

(Just like this authors soul.)

Dante looked around in confusion "where the fuck am I?" He thought as the sound echoed onto the emptiness he was standing in "Guess this is the inside of my head huh." He muttered jumping to conclusions. "It's bigger on the inside."

(*cough* that's what she said *cough*)

"So is this where I get super powers?" Dante wondered aloud.

(Fuck no whilst I may be in consistent I'm not going to be a cheap knock off for free.)

The dream land as Dante dubbed it so started to shake as images floated around Dante they showed his past life and his present one all in a collage of ghosts and visions. "This is some trippy shit." Dante mumbled as he was absorbed into these memories.

His past life the second eldest in a family of seven unable to connect with the people that told him they loved him he drifted away further and further away until his eventual death. This life was similar in many ways he's still the second eldest whilst there aren't a lot of siblings his new "parents" which he whilst still caring for them hadn't fully excepted them yet were busy with work and didn't have lots of time to spend with him. "Yes I get it I'm a selfish prick and my life choices suck." Dante grumbled as for some reason this whatever it is which he is now thinking is a trippy hallucination has a dull narrator spelling out the flaws in himself. "Maybe is has something to do with my pessimistic attitude?" Dante thought as the narrorator droned on some more.

Thoughts kept running through Dante's head until another voice cut in and boomed "What is it you want from this life?"

Dante thought this over "what do I want?" He asked himself thinking about it properly for the first time since he reincarnated. What was it that drove Dante in this new world of his? Was it money ,fame or power? At the moment all he could think of was survival that is what drove him and to justify this whilst normal but also quite selfish desire he reasoned it as wanting to protect his family. "Survival in a blood torn seedy underbelly of this city." Dante stated his desire to survive and not just survive but thrive in this chaotic world he was born into. "Whilst I may not be good at regular jobs and paper work I've got a history of violence." Dante thought bitterly at the one thing that he was good at but also frowned upon in his old life.

So with that somber note Dante woke up he was lying on a hard mattress staring at the stony ceiling the aroma of food floated over like a graceful dancer. "That was one weird ass dream." Dante thought as he got off the bed and walked towards the sound of cooking.