A man once wrote that one could find peace within the writings of a madman…peace in knowing that your sanity can be justified once reading such ravings comforts one's own soul and justifies the fact that you are not crazy…your opinion of the world is correct and you are indeed alive to tell the tale of this marvelous epiphany. Of course you do realize that as soon as the mad man found you several minutes later during your happy dance, he proceeded to shoot and kill you on the spot. Thus ending all hopes of becoming a celebrated world thinker, and as one career in this world may serve to support another, the role of a mad man has played its role. – Written by the Mad Man
Dante was alone. He had always been alone. Most stories often told whole chapters of how alone he was, or how desperate for a good time with a call girl at Love Planet. This of course can be one of those stories, where I, the author, present you with our red leather clad, foul mouthed, gun toting, sword wielding, hero, encountering yet another demonic threat on earth from his past or just plain out to get him. Well as a first time author of any fan fic I should begin to explain that I have had the pleasure of only playing ONE devil may cry game and that was number 4. Surely you must say that I am no fan, and have no place writing a fic let alone reading the others. Surely I may not be able to regale you with dashing tales of my exploits on the Dumary or Mallet isles because I of course have only experienced the likes of one: Fortuna Island. But I read about it and I watched as others went through their own adventures, then eventually struggled through my own quest to deliver a lead enema to a fanatical priest and his angel themed minions on Dante Must Die Mode might I add, so doesn't that count for something.