Well, what Dante should be... is dead. So as the smoke envelopes her, she lets out a scream of both rage and fear and, as Victor had hoped, dissolves away to nothing. They might even be able to hear a child-like, gleeful giggle and a ripping and smacking noise as she does—after all... she died when she was eaten by one of her own creations.

Ed lets out a small sigh of relief. "Okay... can I get back into my regular clothes now? Dante was right about one thing: blue is not my colour."