I feel that the way beauty is described in this comes across as shallow, and Dante does have a bit of a dark side in it as well. Read and review at your leisure! IOMH x
Beauty is the girl who walks down the street and flicks her hair just so.
Beauty is the boy who wears colours that little too bright for his complexion, but whose smile lights up the world.
Beauty is the man playing with his children, work far from his mind.
Beauty is the woman quietly cooking her daughter's favourite meal, just so she can see her smile.
But for Dante, beauty is something much different.
Beauty is the blood he spilt out of love
Beauty is the demon lying dead at his feet.
Unfortunately, that beauty is soon wiped away, with nothing left to hold on to but a memory. Even a demon hunter's memory fades over time. He had a brother once, and he was beautiful, still is. But like everything else, he has faded to nothing but a tainted mental image carved into Dante's brain to constantly remind him of what he has lost.
Beauty can be things that fade, if it elicited a smile, no matter how small, it was beautiful.
There is true beauty in the girl, the boy, the man, the woman. But there is also beauty in blood, in death.
Dante gets this, he thinks, so why can't everyone else see what he sees?