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Dante's Inferno
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Chapter 0 - Prelude
It was a dark night, grim and menacing as always in what was left of this city,
more accurately of this world. It was a time not too distant from now. It seemed that
everything that could have gone wrong had. For more than two millennia a portion of
the human race had feared the end of the world, an apocalypse. The problem was, they
were right. Though not as they had thought it would happen. As it would turn out, it
was the humans own 'saviour' that scorned them. It seemed that there really was both
a heaven as well as hell. Their heaven, as it were, had lost faith in its sheep and
decided to end their existence.
The irony of how they chose to do so, was to let loose all the demons in hell by
opening thousands of hell gates all over the planet. They chose to let the humans be
extinguished by the demons, and when the dust settled, they would destroy the demons
who they had used as tools to do so. Or at least that was their plan as it were.
It turned out to be harder to do so than they had thought. The demons were many
in numbers, and the highest of their ranks were proving too devious and powerful for
the lower ranked angels to handle. The world became their battle ground, and the
humans were just lambs to the slaughter.
The only thing worse than all of this, is that the only one who might have been
able to stop this apocalypse, or even stand up to the forces of heaven and hell, was
no where to be found. The only surviving son of Sparda, The Legendary Dark Knight,
had been missing for the last few decades. Instead of rallying to the cause, as you
would expect, he disappeared from the scene altogether.
It had been over five decades since The Son of Sparda had been writing the wrongs
of the world and since disappeared, leaving the fall of humanity not long after. The
one thing that seemed certain in this time, was the world needed a knight, now more
than ever.
Author's notes: Short I know, but this is just the prelude to get the setting right.
Some have said that this story is too depressing, but I hope it should lead to some
entertainment for most who read it. Please read the first chapter before deciding
it's not worth your time. After you read chapter one, and only after then, please be
sure to R&R. Feel free to drop any suggestions, comments, and helpful criticisms