Prompt #047 – Storm.
Sometimes Dante dreams, not all the time, just sometimes. In fact, most of the time he's too exhausted from a day's work of being a full-time, bad-ass Devil Hunter to even have time to register a dream. As soon as his head hits the pillow he's usually out like a light; except for those sometimes.
This night is one of those nights, and Dante sits up now, in his bed soaked in cold sweat. "Vergil." He whispers softly. Dreaming of Vergil again, just like last time, just like always.
It's the same thing over and over again. He dreams he is on the bank of some river, the lightning is crashing, the water is rough and Vergil is drowning. He dreams that his beloved brother is caught in the river, waves going over his head, Dante is trying desperately to reach him but the water keeps pulling him down. Suddenly, Dante makes contact, Vergil's cold wet hand grasps his own and for moment Dante feels joy and relief…but it is short-lived.
He manages to grab Vergil, yes, but a more accurate way of putting it is that Vergil grabs him. Grabs him with a might so powerful Dante feels his hand hurting and feels he's being pulled down; pulled down into the dark abyss that Vergil now calls home.
"Leave me and go, if you don't want to be trapped into the demon world...I'm staying. This place was our father's home."
NO. But it's too late, Vergil is swallowed under the waves and Dante begins to feel his own lungs fill with water and his chest begin to ache. He always wakes up right before they both drown.
Dante wipes sweat from his face with a damp sheet, his knees feel weak but he manages to walk to his bedroom window for air. It's raining again; it's another storm. No surprise there, Dante thinks; it's probably going to storm like this forever.