Many throughts swarmed into Ari's head as the sun rose. His eyes watched with intensity at Dante. He evemn began to memorize and time his breathing pattern. The words of his father burned in his mind.
"I hate you." Ari said quietly, so not to wake Dante. "He took care of me; he doesn't even know me," his voice trailed off in the silence. To the left of Dante, lay his sword, Alastor. At that moment, Ari knew what he had to do, and how he would do it.
"Walking at a slow pace, Ari crept in front of the sleeping Dante. Reaching down to the cold ground, he went for Dante's sword. Upon the moment of his hand touching the hilt of Alastor, a burning tingle ran through his body. His blood bgean to boil inside of him, as if it were over a fire. A rush of hot energy surged through his hand as it gripped the hilt of Alastor tightly.
"It's burning...." Ari said, now gasping for air. "It's burning like hot iron." Dante lay motionless, as if dead. Finding strength, Ari lifted Alastor up to his face. The orange sunlight reflected off the sword, beaming in different directions. With every breath he took, it became harder for him to simply breathe.
"What the hell's wrong?" Ari said, his voice becoming louder unintentionally.
*You have it, Ari! Kill him!*
Ari stumbled forward weakly, almost dropping Alastor to the ground. Closing his eyes, he gained his concentration back. The sun was now settling in the East, turning the shadowed land a golden color.
It amazed Ari that through his pep talks to himself, Dante sat, still sleeping.
"To be one of the sons of Sparda, he obviously didn't inherit a devil's senses." Ari thought to himself, a wry smile coming across his face. "That's more like it, Ari. No emotions. No feelings. Nothing at all." Holding Alastor to his face again, Ari sucked in his breath, feeling the last moments of hesitation. But suddenly, something overcame him.
"Is he really son of Sparda?" Ari asked himself, worried. "What if he's not? What if he's human. No....think about the battle between him and the Abyss Goat. But.....no."
Alastor began to tremble in the hands of Ari. Quivers of fear overtook him. His body was trembling with terror at the question, "What if he's not it?" Then, fear lessened and anger came out of the corners of his mind. He thought of his father; the treatment he was given when he was very young.
"I have no father." Ari said under his breath grimly. "I never had a father. I don't need a father." Ari began to quake again, but this time not from fear: from anger. His breathing was heavy with madness. He would wait no longer: right now......he couldn't. There was nothing that could stop him. The devil in him was finally coming out.
He walked away from Dante a few feet, almost as if he was leaving. Then, he stopped imediately. Turning around swiftly, he sprinted to Dante, raising Alastor above his head. Finally, he reached him. Bringing down with all his strength, he brought Alastor upon Dante.
A painful groan was heard as Alastor was drove all the way to the ground. Pulling the sword out it was it was stained with dark, dark blood. Ari froze. He dropped Alastor to the ground, backing away from Dante. His body began once again to quake. Blackness slowly began to take him over once again.
Threre on the ground lay Dante. No longer was his chest in a heaving motion as before when he slept. Blood poured out of him where Alastor had punctured him. Ari knelt to the ground, his knees being covered with Dante's blood. Touching his face, he felt the icy numbness of death.
"What have I done?" Ari said, falling to Dante's side.
*Yes! YES! You did it, my son! You did it! Son of Sparda is DEAD! YES!*
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"I hate you." Ari said quietly, so not to wake Dante. "He took care of me; he doesn't even know me," his voice trailed off in the silence. To the left of Dante, lay his sword, Alastor. At that moment, Ari knew what he had to do, and how he would do it.
"Walking at a slow pace, Ari crept in front of the sleeping Dante. Reaching down to the cold ground, he went for Dante's sword. Upon the moment of his hand touching the hilt of Alastor, a burning tingle ran through his body. His blood bgean to boil inside of him, as if it were over a fire. A rush of hot energy surged through his hand as it gripped the hilt of Alastor tightly.
"It's burning...." Ari said, now gasping for air. "It's burning like hot iron." Dante lay motionless, as if dead. Finding strength, Ari lifted Alastor up to his face. The orange sunlight reflected off the sword, beaming in different directions. With every breath he took, it became harder for him to simply breathe.
"What the hell's wrong?" Ari said, his voice becoming louder unintentionally.
*You have it, Ari! Kill him!*
Ari stumbled forward weakly, almost dropping Alastor to the ground. Closing his eyes, he gained his concentration back. The sun was now settling in the East, turning the shadowed land a golden color.
It amazed Ari that through his pep talks to himself, Dante sat, still sleeping.
"To be one of the sons of Sparda, he obviously didn't inherit a devil's senses." Ari thought to himself, a wry smile coming across his face. "That's more like it, Ari. No emotions. No feelings. Nothing at all." Holding Alastor to his face again, Ari sucked in his breath, feeling the last moments of hesitation. But suddenly, something overcame him.
"Is he really son of Sparda?" Ari asked himself, worried. "What if he's not? What if he's human. No....think about the battle between him and the Abyss Goat. But.....no."
Alastor began to tremble in the hands of Ari. Quivers of fear overtook him. His body was trembling with terror at the question, "What if he's not it?" Then, fear lessened and anger came out of the corners of his mind. He thought of his father; the treatment he was given when he was very young.
"I have no father." Ari said under his breath grimly. "I never had a father. I don't need a father." Ari began to quake again, but this time not from fear: from anger. His breathing was heavy with madness. He would wait no longer: right now......he couldn't. There was nothing that could stop him. The devil in him was finally coming out.
He walked away from Dante a few feet, almost as if he was leaving. Then, he stopped imediately. Turning around swiftly, he sprinted to Dante, raising Alastor above his head. Finally, he reached him. Bringing down with all his strength, he brought Alastor upon Dante.
A painful groan was heard as Alastor was drove all the way to the ground. Pulling the sword out it was it was stained with dark, dark blood. Ari froze. He dropped Alastor to the ground, backing away from Dante. His body began once again to quake. Blackness slowly began to take him over once again.
Threre on the ground lay Dante. No longer was his chest in a heaving motion as before when he slept. Blood poured out of him where Alastor had punctured him. Ari knelt to the ground, his knees being covered with Dante's blood. Touching his face, he felt the icy numbness of death.
"What have I done?" Ari said, falling to Dante's side.
*Yes! YES! You did it, my son! You did it! Son of Sparda is DEAD! YES!*
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