My Way
When you fall in a hell, all becomes absolutely another.
Such is the law and I don't know who contrive it.
It's interesting whether it's possible to tell the same words about paradise? Interesting, but I am not fated to know it.
My way leads down.
The father...
When your father is a demon, it's difficult to you to be the same as other people.
Silent chuckle sounds in emptiness.
Yes, it's so obvious that even I want to laugh though I'm not inclined to express feelings.
I'll correct the wording: it's even more difficult to be the same as other people when your father is the sovereign of demons who sealed up his own nationals in their world.
And here is the result: your father is the hero for people, but he is the enemy for demons.
There aren't special differences between these two statuses. Believe me, it isn't slip of the tongue. There isn't difference because the best hero for people is dead hero. The live hero is a big problem.
As a result all tried to kill my father.
The falling goes on, then I'll continue too.
I loved my father, probably, more than the others. Even more than brother.
Dante...
Funny, but what are you doing now? Where are you? Are you merry as usually? Or do you sorrow?
You didn't know almost anything about me and you don't know now.
And you never asked why I need the father's power.
You followed me, you come in Temen-ni-gru, and you fought with me. But you never asked.
You thought you know the answer or it was all the same to you...
It's sad, when nobody needs you.
It's sad, but it's not a reason to surrender and retreat.
I pained you, Dante. You told about it once and about that we are brothers.
We are brothers, it's true, I didn't forget. And the pain... Did you ever ask yourself what I felt in Temen-ni-gru when I touched the father's power? Or what I felt when I accept your stroke, which cut the chain of amulet?
Actually, I felt pain when I heard the words... Words that you told before you struck the blow.
Wounds did not matter after those words. Then I died also. Probably.
Because you never asked why I want to receive the father's power.
You didn't want to know it - you just come to stop me.
How would you act if you had the answer to this question?
Now I won't know it.
I won't know when the father will return.
I won't know whom you will become.
I won't know whom I will become.
But I hope. It's ridiculous. Even now I hope to receive answers. In spite of...
...my way leads down.
- You cursed yourself. Like your father. There is his soul inside you. Blood, flesh, bones, power and soul. Go away.
- I died.
- It's unimportant. Go away.
- But I died...
- Go away, son of Sparda.
It's sad when nobody needs you.
And it's absolutely sad when nobody needs you even in a hell...