Disclaimer: First and foremost I do not own the rights to Devil May Cry, mores the pity.
Authors note: I would like to apologize to everyone that has read this so far. When I looked over the summery I wasn't happy with it and wanted to change it. And couldn't get the blasted thing to cooperate. So here is the first entry all over again. Also for the sake of story flow I have Sparda being Nero's father in this.
Warning: There will be some mild Yaoi later on and some disturbing content. I will warn ahead of time on each entry.
Diary of a Mad Man
First Entry: Death to Traitors
I am going to kill my brother when I get out of here. Why you may ask?Because in one of his greater moment of idiocy he had me locked up for what was deemed my own safety. He said that the doctors and the psychiatrist that were on staff could help cure me of my delusions of grandeur. The only thing that they have managed to do other then irritate me, is convince me that my so called delusions were actually real. One of the therapist had the inane audacity to say that I was a megalomaniac. There is no thinking about it I know I am a megalomaniac. But why they consider it a mental disorder is beyond me. I am wealthy and when my powers have not been bound I am extremely powerful. As for my thinking that I am omnipotent…huth…there is no thinking about it I am godlike. No I do not think that I am a god but I do have phenomenal cosmic powers, itty bitty…shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I am not going to start quoting movies again. I refuse too.
But I digress from my early thought, that is one of the side effects from the medication that they have me on to supposedly keep me from having 'bad thoughts' and wanting to hurt myself. How do I tell them that I don't want to hurt me, but them. I want to kill them all and let the god that they say that I say that I am sort them out.
I was told by my psychiatrist that I should start keeping a journal to write down my thoughts. They must think that they are dealing with an idiot. I know why they want me to do this so they could monitor me and try to find out what makes me tick. Why I am the way that I am.
How?
How can they possible get a realistic view of me when they have me so pumped full of drugs that I rattle when I walk. There are the antipsychotic, antidepressants, the pills to get me up and the ones to make me sleep. Then there are the pills that I have to take for the constant pain I am in.
Along with one on one sessions with my psychiatrist there is also group therapy. Listening to some of the other people there I realize that compared to some I am sane, where others I am stark raving lunatic mad.
I do try and most of the time succeed in keeping my tongue rolled behind my teeth to keep from saying something scathing and detrimental to another patient…see inmate. Why? You may ask is it because I have gone soft. Not at-tall. It's because that if I don't behave I am not allowed certain perks.
Right now I am confined to my room. Who would have known that adults can get a time out as well as misbehaving children. 'Now you sit there and think about what you did wrong.' Huth…oh yes that is really going to work. If mother had done that to Dante and I the only thing we would have done was plotted how to get away with it the next time.
See what I mean about the medication that is one of the side effects to one of them. I can be having a perfectly rational contestation and my mind starts to wonder. I had mentioned certain perks for good behavior, well they have promised me that if I learn to play well with others, (and share my toys), that I will be allowed among the general population again, instead of confined to my room.I really have been good for the past two days I've kept the scathing comments to a minimum to the staff. I really did hope that my therapist kept his word, today is visitor day and Dante is supposed to come and visit me. I hope that he doesn't bring that 'her'. That woman who looks like our mother. I wonder if he's fucking her. There are some nights that despite the fact that they have medicated me that I wake with that thought pounding in my brain. And they say that I have psychological problems. Wouldn't that be boarding on an Oedipus complex? But my brothers demons are his own to slay I have enough of my Dante does come to visit me, I hope he remembers to bring me some of my books there is only so many times that you can read outdated copies of Readers Digest. I just hope that they let me have them without confiscating them. Oh they would probably allow some of them but definitely not the Alexandre Dumas. Mustn't give the crazy man any ideas on escaping. Like I haven't thought if it everyday since my confinement. If I only had my powers I would have no trouble in escaping.
One of the guards is here telling me that I have a guest. There will be more of my ramblings later.