>> 🔥 << IT WAS BETTER THAN OVERREACTING WHEN IT WASN’T NEEDED. taking it slow and finding out ANSWERS was something he found out in the years of being alive. that going a little fast paced didn’t do himself or those he wanted to PROTECT any favors what so ever. all that did was create further issues. create a block that he alone had created and now wanted to FIX. eyes narrow however in wariness of what his double was up to — yet stayed still due to having LITTLE REASON due to lack of action already that there would be problems.
there wouldn’t be —- just a lot more DISCOMFORT than he ever wanted to feel. he’s not sure what he’s looking at upon his elder self’s palm ; where once held a former wound he knew of held something else. something else that grew a squirming uncomfortable feeling that weaseled into his gut like a burning sensation.
a BURNING that was not from himself nor rebellion and one that neither he and mentioned devil arm created themselves. HE LISTENS to his double as he speaks, the tale being woven and told — an same old tune that ultimately kept his business from crumbling to the ground.
( it begun with HUMANS. )
❝ PEACE COMES WITH A PRICE. ❞ he starts, shifting in his seat as a sigh left his lips, fingers scratching at the stubble at his cheek. ❝ there’s PEACE til there ain’t — i was taught that ‘n learned it early on . . it makes sense that WHATEVER CAME FROM that peace didn’t last. probably why y’smashed body first in th’ middle’ve town. ❞ he murmurs, heavy frown sitting on his lips. IT ISN’T NEWS that humans did something one way or another ; it was a bit of a power trip, being able to DEAL WITH THINGS they hadn’t before.
in the times before sparda had closed the bridge between worlds they had been victims of the natural order of the time. with a power to create something substantial and calm it would have been the sanest thing. magic in reach to go for the taking and use to make something better – to become ONE in the way that was hard to fathom.
but with sanity came INSANITY and peace came . . war. usually at least. it didn’t seem to be BODING WELL with how his double just practically became hail crashing to the ground from the sky. his frown lessens a little, still nerved by the similarities between himself and the other — all fingers on his left hand besides his thumb brushing against the scar left behind by his own twin’s yamato. words speak yet SENSATION and emotion reach him faster as gaze looks up to his alternate before he even speaks ; pausing at the speck of hope in the others eyes.
it hurts to have to confirm it but . . once again ———— the universe seemed to hold that constant over their heads like a weighing scythe. plucking a mother of two and a hopeful wife by her throat to cut her down while she tried to protect her children.
❝ yeah . . we lost ‘r here too. it seems t’ be th’ case NO MATTER who i meet ; y’ain’t th’ first us i’ve met. its rare t’ find somewhere that holds ‘r with us when we’re older. ❞ he mumbles, eyes flicking off a little as he focuses on what he feels around him then drops it, giving the other a glance over.
❝ pretty sure if y’were up t’somethin’ y’would’a already tried it by now. i don’t gotta worry much ‘bout me harmin’ familiar faces do i ?? ❞ he questions ; the feeling he gets from the other is mostly EXHAUSTION ( which he can feel him on by far ) and something akin to hidden loss — but nothing of the sort that would give him CONCERNS. his family’s safety was his first priority. he wasn’t going to lose it ; let alone to himself.
The double had it right. Humans had a tendency of going overboard once off the heel of their former masters and Dante’s tale had a LOT of that revolutionary disease. The devil hunter had after all seen it happen with Vergil himself at a smaller scale once; the stages of grief plus the stage of REVENGE, against demons, angels and, ultimately, GODS themselves;
Dante lets out an exasperated sigh, one of many shed for Eva, caring not now for how foolish he was to allow hope. In a second his entire life flashes, the loss, the powerlessness, all the BLOOD -- a demonic growl enacts itself and the shop SHAKES; here too? AGAIN? His demonic heritage expands taking the environment, involving everything in a soothing - yet fiery - sensation. darkness attempt to form itself, sprouting from his skin like if fog from his pores; but the devil hunter is too good at eating his wings to tame himself.
Maybe if Eva was alive there, they could’ve escaped the horrible fate future had in store for the universe. It all DID start with her, in a way.
Soon enough he’s back into the usual demeanor; “Sorry, it’s... Hard. It doesn’t get any easier with time” He shakes the wounded hand as if it was stinging.
The question’s weight is disregarded in its entirety “The darkness, VOID as they dubbed it - ominous shit name, how can anything called void be good - doesn’t alter who you are, it just enables you to be your DICK self without any sort of backlash... We, as in ME, got infected while being dumb going after Mundus again. We had the best of intentions, but oh well, so did everyone... Until we all had different opinions on what GOOD was. ”
The struggle evades Dante and surfaces in his mind despite his best efforts. He could feel it LIVELY as if it was happening right then; they were losing. Pushed back by a horde bigger than they could ever imagined, watching from afar as the emperor threatened to bring the wall between world crashing down once more. Beyond their weakness, the last drop of energy, they pushed... & with the void they KEPT PUSHING on and on, until around them stood nothing but a sea of blood.
A somewhat malicious smile cracks across the elder’s face, painting the innocent neutrality facade they had built to show the world “Man, did it feel GOOD though. The void takes everything you bottled up and turns it into pure TORQUE, pushing through your fears and doubt easy as a hot knife through butter... Much like the devil trigger; so it came EASY to us. Like breathing or eating, it is intertwined with human nature now...”
“Believe it or not, I fell harder for it than our dear brother. What a shocker.”
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