Disclaimer, Ranting and Ravings: Thankyou all for reviewing I didnt think anyone would review. I have been really busy lately, school holidays here in Sydney Australia well near the end of the holidays, and I have to work not fair!!! Anyway Devil May Cry never belonged to me I wish it had.
It was about 2am and Dante just couldn't sleep,his body was use to working on overtime. He cursed as he silently made his way down to the study area. He cursed a second time that night why didn't he buy that t.v, no he said he could live without it and it wasnt needed but now he wished it was sitting in front of him.
He ran his fingers across the leather bindings of the books, he had read each one at least twice. He picked the one up about Sparda and began to read. "It was said that once there was a great warrior who fought on the side of humans.." He had heard all this before, he slammed the book down on the table in frustration when a piece of paper flew out from the book. That was new he was sure he didnt take any notes on Sparda so what was this piece of paper. He slowly began to read and was suprised at what he saw.
'My Dearest,
I have never felt this way before. I don't know why I am writing this down but I am a coward. These emotions are all new to me. The feeling of longing, of loving, of wanting to be loved. I am never scared of anything, yet these emotions scare me more than anything in this world and from hell. Everyone thinks I am the monster only wishing to save this world to become it sucessor, but you, you see me differently, treat me differently. Why? These questions keep running through my head like a swarm of locusts and it frustrates me. Why can't I work these things out? You are the most beautiful creature on this planet you look as if you belong in heaven, if I touch you I am afraid you will crumble and fade away or worse become some sort of hellish monster. You see my hands are tainted, my whole body is tainted, I am not the saviour that your kind thinks I am. I am by no other name a monster, yes you heard me correctly a monster. Although I can not harbour the feelings that I wish you would return so badly.
Yours Eternally
Sparda
The piece of paper feel to the floorboards below. Dante's lips couldn't move, his breathing became laboured. Sweat started trickling down his face, he couldnt take it anymore he needed to get out, there were more questions to be answered ones that only the dead could answer, but the dead would not talk about ghosts.
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