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Nightmare's Diary
My heart grieves for you, my soldier. No longer will I be able to see your warm eyes that used to bring hope into the citizens. No longer will your lips tweak skywards as they did when your gaze fell on your children. No longer am I destined to listen to your quicksilver tongue speak of grand obstacles corroding at your feet. No. I am bound to my heavy, heavy burden of depression as a constant companion; bitterness a massive lover to wrap his forlorn fingers around my heart. Hatred brings days where I cry everyone's tears for my well of water has long since run dry.
I am so stricken with grief that I can not form my words properly. You were my anchor to this world; what kept me rooted by your side. However now my soul drifts carelessly on the winds of despair; failing to allow myself more than ten minutes to stay on land. I once thought that nothing could come, nothing could tear, nothing could pull us apart but I regret being so foolish; so naïve.
Locked deeply inside my heart are all my thoughts of you. Each one of my cherished memories are filled with your face that appears like a phantom, only to flow away whenever you try to speak. If I peer into a reflection hard enough, I imagine that I see you, but you remain silent. Perhaps if you try to contact me I will shatter into a million fragments of a soul made of broken glass, for I can not bear to see you not standing beside me.
The biggest anguish I feel for myself is my inability to save you. The citizens of Fortuna were laden with talk that odd occurrences seem to transpire─to transpire around you. I warned you of this talk. In my slumber I saw you standing proud around your consorts as they all smiled at you. As if a sculptor himself carved you out of marble you turned into an ivory statue. Confusion marred my being for the cause of this event taking place, but then fear consumed me. Right before my sight, your statue started leaking trails of a red liquid. At first my eyes stubbornly wouldn't believe what I knew to be true, but fate cruelly spat in my face when the citizens of Fortuna washed their hands in your blood. I begged and begged you from going outside that day, but your heart lied dutiful to the people.
As I stand here mourning my love and loss for you, I can't hold on to the past for it is the incentive to drown myself in sadness. My only option now is to break away from the cold grasp holding me captive and push towards neutrality. Those ruling beside you may have had doubts of your ruling hand, but to the people your heart was full of gold. As my heart lies broken, only my memories of you can keep it from breaking wholly into two. Goodbye Sparda, my love, my heart and soul, and may you find peace in your resting place.
A/N: So, since Capcom is too busy giving us reboots, I find myself imagining things that I think may have happened to Dante's and Vergil's family. I have no clue as to whether Sparda is dead or MIA, but I felt the need for Eva to express her grief, if in fact, he did die. I would like a Sparda game, Capcom!
I may turn this into a story, but that will be way in the future.