D'Canith Manor

Awaiting for more than thirty minutes Anton grew tired of waiting.....timing was one of the thing he lacks: he also,often,ignore the persons in front of his door.
Only when he finishes to archieve everything he opens it,seeing the visitor a figure that barely stands.
So he decided to take a page from his notebook and wrote with blue ink:

Dear John,
The Lorekeeper gives to you these "Boom Daisies" for your glorious researches in the field of explosives.
Stay well!
PS: By STAY WELL I mean do not blow yourself,and the laboratory.
PSS: Also DO NOTICE that you should install what the human calls "Door Ring": So you will not let me stand in front of your door for more than half-an-hour

"Now....I wonder where's Dante....probably in D'Canith Manor....Lovely" Anton was thinking while leaving the Alchemist room and the flowers.
Anton finds in Dante....a little arrogance,common in thus who wields great powers.
He remembers that he drops himself in the demonic frontlines and decimated them.Alway Dante was a lonely-skirmisher,also before joining the Crusaders.
He slaughtered the demons and is in the Order for vengeance.
As he walked past the Archivies he took a shortcut,arriving in the Manor in thirty minutes.
He arrived at the great front door of the Manor.
How big was the Manor? Much more more and more bigger than his apartment.
He never saw such buildings in all the camp.Maybe it was bigger than the Church of the Arch Angels....He knocked at the door awaiting to the duelist to open.

As they door opened Anton was aiming at what was lying inside: his Orb of Omniscence glowed,like a demon was inside.
When Dante opened the door Anton was ready with three Light arrows,made to hunt down the demons.
He left out a warcry:"DIE SON OF THE SHADOW" as the arrow passed Dante without harming him.
"Awrhg...mind advising me when you make prisoners Duelist?.
"I'd appreciate wine....thousandeighthundreadthirtyfour,if possible Dante...."Anton said with an ensured voice,knowing that the Duelist eliminated the demon.
He stepped inside and dispelled the barrier: the interior was great....warm,white....A villa,too beautiful.
"What you got from the demon Dante?"
Anton asked while walking to the guest's room,allowing Dante to lead the way.

Dante causally led Anton into the one of the numerous lounges in his home fit with rich tapestry, ornate furnishings from all over the world and high catherdral walls. He took a seat in a large leather seat beside the mages choice in vintage that was already laid out for the men via the spectral servants that sevred the manor.

"Unfortunatley nothing but mindless babble, pleas and threats... You know how tiresome they can be. I had this one just over a week before he worked his way out of his bonds."

Dante paused to poor the two men a glass of the fine red wine into crystal goblets.

"And I am sorry about not appraisinig you of my most recent acquisition Anton. I'm afraid I got a tad lost in my work as it were."

Dante looked up with a calm smile as he handed Wardenveld the goblet.

"Won't happen again my friend, scouts honor."

He said mischievously with a wink before taking his seat and leisurely relaxing in his seat.

"So... Not that I don't enjoy the company, mind you you could've have brought Luna and brightened the scenery a bit, but what warrants the visit? You're not here just to drink my wine I take it?"

A fiery grin bloomed on The Duelists face as he rose to his feet. His eyes locked on the portal as his magical ally summoned his infamous halberd. D'Canith drew his legendary rapier, the cold steel singing as it left its scabbard.

"You know I'm never one to miss a party old friend. I'll just have to try and save a few for you."

He said with a wink before stepping to Anton's side. For a moment Dante's clockwork mind flashed images of the battles he and his allies had fought in the past. The massive battles were the most memorable. Hordes of demons coming screaming out of shadow and flame, thirsty for the blood of the innocents. The Crusaders standing alone as the first and last line of defense between humanity and oblivion. His mind saw each member standing there, bold and brave, ready to fight and die if need be. Now it seemed they were going to do it all over again if this invasion was truly happening. Only time would tell.

"Oh and it is Tuscan. Monsanto."