Hey guys, here with a new fic, trying out something new. I've got a lot of fics I need to finish. Just as a general Q, has anyone played the new DmC? I finished it not too long ago. I don't wanna say too much. Had this lil' idea in my head though. So tell me how you guys like it and if you want another chapter. Thanks and happy reading.
For Dante it only took a few weeks to go from an caring, unfeeling, smart-assed slob to…something less dramatic.
He had his twin brother and now adversary, Vergil to thank for that, and also a certain Wiccan tagger, Kat.
Because of them he learned what it was like to give a shit and be given a shit about. Because of them he learned to feel beyond his normal limits, he hurt, he loved, he lived.
Even now with the way things are, Dante still thanks them for it.
Limbo City hasn't been the same since Limbo-the demon realm- had merged with the real world five years ago. Now demons make a mess of the world and Dante is the reluctant janitor. It's funny how much time can change things.
Yet Dante keeps his head held high as he takes on the role of humanity's savior, even if it means he must do the unthinkable.
On the floor, Kat lays, a sword driven through her chest.
Memories start to resurface. Dante recalls his brother in this same position. Except with Vergil he had aims to kill, he wanted his only relative dead. Albeit not by his own right, but by the demon inside of him whispering things into his ear. Dante could've very well lost himself in that rage.
But with Kat…
"Do it Dante." Kat hisses, her irises as pale orange as dying suns. They scream malice and destruction at him, he knows she's long gone, still he searches for the girl he used to know.
"Don't make me, Kat." He pleads, pushing the sword in just a few centimeters deeper. Already he can see the pool of blood growing under her. He can barely say her name without his voice giving way what he's feeling. This is the end.
Kat snarls, she bares her teeth, stained red from the blood leaking from her nose.
Dante pushes the sword further, he remembers the one summer they spent at the park, reading, sharing stories until dark.
Kat's snarl turns into a menacing smile. She coughs up a little bit of blood.
"I'm sorry, Dante." Then he sees it. In those orange eyes, those eyes which once were warm and nurturing and so gentle. For an instant, he sees Kat in them. He realizes that that smile on her face isn't mocking him, it's apologizing. Even now, at the end of it all, Kat's still trying to fight it. She's still here, Dante thinks. But it's too late now. This is the end.
Knowing Kat's in there just makes this harder as Dante drives the sword further into her chest. The body under the steel groans, clutching for the sword with bare hands, the skin slices as dark red lines run down her sleeves and stain the fabric.
Kat's eyes start glowing, the color bleeds into bright red. "Son of Sparda! Eva the whore!"
Dante can hear that heart he thought didn't exist break. Kat's gone now.
What are you waiting for? Dante asks himself, End this, don't drag it on anymore.
"Kat I'm so sorry." Dante whispers, "I tried. I tried…"
He plunges the sword down further, the hilt is just a hair width away from Kat's chest.
"I love you." Kat utters as the hilt touches her.
Dante stares down in horror as Kat goes still, not a twitch in her fingers. He sees his face in the blood leaking around her.
Dante falls to his knees, still holding the sword's handle in his hands.
This is the end.
This is the end.
This…