Ta-da! since christmas break is still on, i managed to get a lot of time in to write my ideas down in the damn computer (except 'ive been ignoring my assignments that are due...)

oh well, this takes top priority! i don't know if you've watched the latest trailers released for the new DmC, but i discovered that Dante's lady is named Kat, so i don't want to consider my character an OC, i just kind of had to make her personality and all that crap (as well as her appearance) post in reviews what you think i should label her, and even send me some ideas.

please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: i do not own new Dante, ninja theory, or Tameem Antoniades(lol) but if i did own Dante, i would probably steal his super fly jacket;)

Prologue

From caterpillar to butterfly

To protect a precious butterfly

spread iridescent wings and fly

Do not be afraid to wither and die

for I'll be standing closely by.

I will not rest until the day

when the sadistic monsters go away

The reign of terror will finally come

and I'll keep fighting till the battle is done.

My sweet, my love, my precious butterfly

I will always protect you until the day I die.

Reality always happened to have an unconventional hold on people. And despite realizing this, humanity will continue to push themselves away from the very thing that classifies them as 'sane.'

I was given a front row seat to reality, watched as it crushed and sealed my father's fate the very day my mother died. He was never the same, and neither was I after that. I still tried my best to climb out of the darkened pit that was my own mind. Thoughts of the surreal situation I was living in the middle of haunted me for years after I had learned how cruel the world could be.

I'm ashamed to say that there was once a time when I fell under the category of 'insane'. I had completely lost my grasp on actuality and believed in a world that did not exist.

seeking eyes lurking in their camouflage, nothing is as it seems…

The idealism came to me through nightmares that plagued me for months at a time.

Once spotted, you are pulled in; your soul can never be redeemed…

They appeared the instant she was gone, and I strongly believed so many years after, that she was the only thing protecting me from them.

Clouds bursting at fast paces.

I was admitted to the Capsule city mental institute at age seven, along with my father. I was looked after and was finally able to snap my head out of the unreal.

Colored buildings and vast mazes….

I keep these bitter memories locked in my mind, to remind me how easy it is to get pulled into tragic fantasies that only do more harm than good.

Walls that bleed and pain not stingless…

I made a pact with myself from that day on that I would symbolically rip of my wings of a false creation and live on to be totally…

Do you dare to travel through this realm…?

Wingless.

The unofficial official story of how my world fell apart….

…but was then built up again

Please let me know what you think! even if it is just to talk about DmC don't be afraid to PM me;)