As much as he’d wanted to stay with Kas, he needed to find his brother. Everything he’d felt before the storm, everything he’d said. It all felt so small, and stupid now. Dante was only being petty, and angry, and speaking under the assumption that the two of them would have an endless amount of time together. That they could fight and quarrel as brother’s did, and then him and Anders could go right back to trading stories, to poking fun at the other to see what sort of reaction they could provoke. Now, Dante couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d never get the chance.
His magic was gone, but he was not without his means. The storm was gone, which meant he could track Anders’s phone once again, a feature that Dante had thought to install after their last confrontation. At least now Dante didn’t have to worry if Anders just disappeared, this banked a great deal on Anders not losing his phone, but at least it was something. Dante was not sure how much time had passed since the veil had fallen, and he found Anders with Lykaon, whatever bitter feelings the genasi still regarded the incubus with, he managed to bury them now. Because he loved his brother, and Anders loved Lykaon, and if these were to be their final moments together then at the very least Dante could focus on that.
“Anders I -” Greek fell away for their native tongue as it always did when they were together, he watched the blood pool beneath his brother, even if they managed to return the veil, Anders was dying a vampire, his soul would be unobtainable to the genasi. His lip quivered as he knelt in the blood of the eldest Lykos, “when Odin’s most beautiful son Baldur died, all the nine realms wept.” Tears streamed freely now as he gripped at his brother’s shirt, “the stones wept, the animals wept, the trees wept, the people wept, the rivers wept, the earth wept, all the Gods wept.” His grip tightened, as if doing so could somehow prevent the inevitable from happening. No one could ever be ready to lose a sibling, particularly one like Anders. His voice broke, “I’m so sorry.”