The images played through her mind over and over again as they had done since that day. The revealing--the realization--the battle--the heartbreak--Vergil's back as it turned towards them to walk away--all of it. It was something that she always thought about, and it always appeared in her dreams as well...
--but this time it was different. Something about this dream was very strange, yet familiar--as if it was something out of those horrible nightmares she used to have before she had been saved by the leader of the Order.
She watched as the nephilim twins took battle once more, both activating their demon triggers, both aiming to slay the other because there was no coming to any sort of truce on what they each stood for. There was no diplomatic way around it anymore--in order for one to prevail, the other had to die. Though, this time around, instead of Dante coming out on top, she watched as the thin blade of the Yamato pierced through his heart, pushing deeper and deeper through flesh and the soil beneath him like he had done to his brother before she had stopped him. Kat opened her mouth to scream in protest, but her lips parted and her throat ran dry, and her feet wouldn't move no matter how hard she tried to move them.
There hadn't been a thing she could do except watch the scene in horror. As the silver-headed twin lifted his head towards her, his face flashed the image of the mask he would wear when sending out messages to humans--a mask she once saw as a sign of hope was instead the object of fear and terror.
One step, two steps--he began to walk towards her, the tip of his thin blade scraping against the ground. Still her feet were planted, unable to move. Scared jade hues peered up at him, but the image of the mask appeared on his face again. A blood stained blue rubber gloved hand reached out towards her, and in a split second it was curled around her throat--
A scream of horror finally sounded from her lips and echoed from the walls of her small room as she sat up in bed, completely covered in a cold sweat. Her heart was racing and she grasped at her throat as if she really had lost that supply of precious air.
Drawing her knees in close to her chest, Kat wrapped her arms around them and buried her face against him, still trying to regain her breath as she shook from the fright. She hadn't had a dream like that in quite some time, so why did she have one now?
Was it some sort of vision?
She didn't know what it was or what it meant. There was only one thing she could determine from the experience:
Something in this realm had drastically changed.
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