♠ Dante & Nero // Death Experience
[♠] --- Nostalgia, a dying creature’s most prize possession, cherished and used when Lady Luck’s simper no longer remains an ally; oh yes --- sweet abhorrent death. A remainder that life’s cycle can be brittle are those warm memories, fragments of a bygone era flashing by as countless crystal clear droplets of water fall from above, who would’ve thought? A great demon killer to soon be a remnant? A fictional character to be spoken in stories? The irony always remained bittersweet, a taste of horrors that it felt like a dagger circulating in between an almost dry tongue ---- it was almost time.
In a wasteland far away from Fortuna, where beasts saturated in sin roamed free from shackles, our shattered knight’s anatomy remained limp on a greasy puddle of dirt, contemplating each water droplet as most life already had poured away. Immortality was a fleeting sensation and unfortunately, Dante had abused such authority given upon Earth and chewed a little too much; yes --- a silly dead end. There was a creature never encountered, far more powerful than most opponents that negated our hero’s ability to recover from fatal wounds and just in the brink of expectations, Dante had fallen prey to the beast’s flawless plan and to the dirt he had returned, to mutely observe as the creature’s outlines vanished in the far—far away sight.
With no items to possibly retain any life force, a pair of moist flesh beds curved their edges into a rather apathetic and shallow simper, whilst frosty irises almost pilfered from chroma now remained gazing and counting the fallen tears, why did the sky whimper so much today? Was this a sign of horrors yet to come? What a joke ….
‘’ Should’ve accepted. . . that babe’s invitation. . . yesterday. . . ‘’