Vengeance of a Cold Heart
Prologue:
Six years, four months, and thirteen days. That's how long it has been, how long since his whole life was shattered like a dropped glass. The monsters, the memories were still so vivid, and they never really left his head. Every night as he lies awake, sitting under the night sky, they would flood into his vision and fill his mind. It was his reminder that there was hell for someone to pay; and pay they would. He'd sworn on fifty seven graves; the fifty seven graves of his friends, family, and everything he'd known.
Now, all he knew was pain; the pain that only the unloved and unwanted can feel. He'd sworn on those graves that by his Nineteenth birthday that he'd avenge them; and bring swift, harsh justice to those who were responsible. And yet, that day was just a few short months away, and he hadn't but a single clue as to what to do, or who to blame.
Dante knew that he had failed them, and that thought alone was a blow than any blade could deliver. Tonight, he sat alone, in a far off corner of town, hiding from the world, in the cold and lonely night. He sat, staring off into the stars, silently cursing the world and all the forces that had brought him there.
"You seem lost." A voice said, "Can I help you?"
Dante was startled, he'd never had someone sneak up on him so easily before; it was a fact that he took extreme pride in. His eyes flashed to the person who'd spoken, it was a young woman, with gorgeous black hair cascading down her back like a flowing river. Her skin was pale, almost as pale as his. She was the spitting image of beauty. And that was the most surprising thing about her. It wasn't normal that anyone, especially someone so pretty to be out this far from the main city so late.
"No, I'm fine, thanks." Dante said, turning back to the sky.
She crossed her arms, "You lie well, but it's too easy to see through, I know what you seek."
Dante was stunned, who was she?
"Come with me; let's get you somewhere warm for the night." She said offering her hand.