@guideinferno based on some fucked up visual novel with the acronym DV
The Beasthead is so warm it glows in his palm -- it is a Beasthead from the last world he has been in. Crumbling it under his foot, it is no more, and he gropes at the cold one in his pocket. His world. The real world.
He has no desire to return just yet.
In the end, it all feels like a long dream, a long nightmare, unending, suffering, twisting, black tendrils, broken limbs, blood and guts -- they are so warm. So alive.
It must be a dream.
He does not want the dream to end.
So he continues, in every realm, to seek out the Beasthead, to be swallowed whole once more, and go deeper and deeper into the belly of the beasts. Until he came upon this world. This world... was calm. There was still monuments, in the town of Red Grave City, indicating things like war, famine, violence, death -- but no statues of Sparda. No dedications to the Red Grave Massacre.
This time, he goes to a cafe, and he is mistaken for someone else. Only for a second.
The waiter calls him Vergil.
He corrects himself, tells Dante how he is so rarely out of the house, and so rare it is that he does not come with Vergil. They speak... with nervousness. Dante asks for a “usual” and gets a latte and a slice of red velvet cake. He isn’t hungry. He sees the money here is like his own, so he’s able to slap some down, and eats in silence. There’s murmuring. In the cafe, the patrons, and the workers.
He is the man, the gallery man, the one from the house in the graveyards.
The house in the graveyard.
The Sparda Estate.
Dante goes, although for a long, long time, he simply basks in the glory of his old home. There is a rope swing, withered and molded by rain and has spider webs. The garden is beautiful with blue and white roses. Dante admires them. They are wet with dew. He stays there for a long time, until the dew dries up, and finally, he approaches the house.
He knocks on the door.
