Chapter 3

(Dante's pov)

You ever had a dream where you start to see yourself as a kid where you think it's nice and calming but in actuality it becomes a nightmare? I had that nightmare...here how it goes...

I see a kid sitting down on a chair as a blindfolded female elf was readying stories to him...that would be me as that kid I guess. The boy smiles when the mother was reading to him when I heard footsteps coming through the hallway in complete panic. I saw a blindfolded male elf quickly open the door fear all over his face.

"Mona! Your father is coming! Get * #¥ out of here!"

That was odd...did his voice get disoriented or something when he tried to say the name? Was it my name? Who knows?

The woman looked scared as she takes the boy off the chair and rushed to the basement. The man looks at a shadow and looked determined.

"Mors. Protect my son."

"As you wish, my lord."

So that kid is me...Mors wasn't lying when it said that...as Mors vanished to follow the woman, another man shows up through the front door with a sadistic grin on his face.

"Ah...Ivan...my pathetic son in law...what a pleasant surprise..."

"You're not taking my son, asshole."

"So you say...no matter. You will no interfere with my plans for the boy."

"So you could have him become like you!? You're insane! That shadow corrupted you and sooner or later you will cease to exist!"

My father lunges at my grandfather and...the dream just ends. I wake up and I feel Mors holding my hand.

"It's time for your meal." Mors said softly.

"Okay...just be sure you don't take me to the wrong direction, alright?"

"You don't need to worry, Dante. I was made to serve your family and serve you I shall." It said as it helped me up.

Mors lead me to the kitchen(judging from the smell of hot bread and stew.) and placed me on a wooden chair. Mors helped me eat as I hear the shadows whisper behind me...I try to ignore them but it was getting unsettling...

"Mors...I had a dream." I said as I was eating my bread.

"What was it?"

"Me...with a blindfolded female elf reading a book to me...then a man rushed in with fear telling her to leave that my grandfather was coming. The woman and I leave and the man confronts my grandfather...then it ends."

Mors was silent for a bit...then it said this...

"Mona and Ivan...your mother and father. They are the masters of the shadows. They learned how to control shadows such as myself without getting corrupted. Your grandfather...let's just say he made the foolish choice to let his shadow corrupt him for "Ultimate power" and cost his entire existence to vanish without a trace. Your mother left you at an orphanage while erasing your memories of your families existence so that you don't risk getting into any potential danger."

That's...something...never thought my mother and father could be that skilled with the shadows...

"Are they alive?"

"I do not know. But they should be alive...somewhere. I can feel their essence...it's faint...but I know they are alive."

"...Good to know..." I sighed as I finished eating my bread.

"Fear not. I am sure they will find you."

Let's hope so...they have some serious explaining to do. As Mors helped me finish eating, it lead me up the stairs as I hear my grandfather following me...I was scared. Was he going to kill me...? Corrupt me...? Who knows...? I did my best to ignore him but...the feeling of dread just gets me too much...and that breathing...the raspy breathing of a monster...ready to launch on his prey...and I can sense him getting closer...and closer...and closer every time I take my steps.

"Mors..." I muttered in fear.

"I know..." Mors growled.

Mors lead me to a room, quickly locks me in the room and I just stood there waiting...I did however listened to what's going

"You got some nerve to follow him, Alistair."

"Giiiiiiivvvveeee hiiiiiiimmmm toooo meee..." I heard what sounded like a slow whisper.

The fight outside the room was intense but I can hear Alistair screeching in agony...Mors for some reason was laughing like a fucking madman (Not Joker crazy but Yuki Terumi crazy.) as I got down on the ground in fear. Unsurprisingly...the fight didn't last as Mors opened the door slowly as I felt Mors grasp my shoulder.

"It's safe now..."

"What happened to him?"

"Sealed away...for the time being."

You sure about that?! Cause it sounded like you were torturing the fuck out of him?! Mors helps me up as it removed my blindfold off my eyes...and...I can see again...well...not seeing colors but I see grey in the dark. Literal definition of color blind(for me that is.). Anyway...I look around a bit...and I swear I have a nostalgic feeling about it...can we cue some soothing music from Theresia Dear Emile for this? ...Thanks.

"What is this room?" I asked.

"Your room you once had when you were just a child."

Just as I was two steps ahead of Mors, it stopped me...

"Watch your step...your father set up some traps...like the one above your head."

I quickly look up...and...

"Holy shit...my father was this protective of me?" I stepped back a bit.

Yeah...there was giant blade hanging on the ceiling and I couldn't help but wonder how extreme my father was. If Mors didn't warn me about that, that blade could've impale through the heart.

"Yes...that and that a certain dragon who tried to steal your family's fortune only to fail when one of the traps triggered." Mors sighed.

Drogoz? Can't say I'm surprised the idiot would pull something like that due to his greed for coins.

"Did the dragon try to do something to me?"

"No. When you cried, he panicked causing him to accidentally trigger a trap of needles impaled in him. Didn't kill him though due to his tough scales but he was in some serious pain. Was thrown out by me when I caught him...ugh...the stupidity of some dragons..."

Can't argue with that. I cautiously walked past some of the traps Mors warned me about as I touched a baby bed and I suddenly felt migraine...it felt as if static was going through my mind as it starts clearing up...once it cleared up...I hear this...

"Gods, Ivan. Why so many traps to protect our son?"

"Think of it as a backup plan in case things go out of hand..."

"A giant blade in the room? Honey...that thing has been scaring him every time he looks up at the ceiling. You sure that's a good idea?"

Ivan just sheepishly chuckled as Mona just crossed her arms unamused. Was Ivan this fucking stupid (the act first and think later stupid.)? Anyway...the memory just forwards a bit as Mona started playing toys with the younger me...I can see him giggling with the cutest smile on his face as I can see that radiate smile Mona had...God she looked so beautiful when she smiles...then the memory stopped...

"I was scared of seeing the blade on the ceiling?" I asked Mors.

"Heh...your father sometimes had the habit of doing things without thinking..." Mors rolled it's eyes.

Knew it...as I removed my hand off the bed...I didn't realized that my hand almost touched a very thin trip wire over the bed...no...one of them cause there's five wires around the bed...the only thing that comes out of my mind was blades or needles coming out of the walls to impale me...Jesus...Ivan sure was paranoid.

"We seriously need to do something about these traps." I sighed.

"Agreed. Shall we dispose of them?"

"Maybe...but this kind of thing has given me an idea...one that doesn't have the traps stick out like a sore thumb." I said as I looked up at the giant blade.

"That can be arranged." Mors snickered.

Oh the things I can do for traps like these...