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A loud creaking sound echoes in the huge hall as a tall man easily swings open the heavy entrance doors. Fortunately, he finds only a couple of parishioners sitting on long wooden benches in front of a tall statue of the Christian God. The latter was generously illuminated by the patterned rays of the setting sun through colored stained glass windows.
Dante is glad that in places like these, people don't care about anyone but the big guy in the center of the room. Right now, he had no desire to catch anyone's stares because of his appearance. Yes, he wears a bright as a Phoenix's ass cape and has white hair. Yes, he looks like a walking corpse due to insomnia, depression, and too much alcohol. Fuck off already.
He quietly sits down on the bench closest to the cross, seeing that there is no one else in this row, and sighs heavily. Dante grimaces when he hears his own sigh echo off the walls. Damn his sharp demonic hearing. Only after a while does he drift off into the stream of thoughts.
POV Dante
You know, Jesus, you and I have never had a good relationship. Since I was born, actually. Because I'm a demon. I don't even need to make any jokes, that says it all.
I've never believed in you. The people who came up with the story about the almighty man in the clouds in heaven have always seemed to me like weirdos, even though I personally met the King of Hell. Just to kick his ass, of course, even though it's kind of your job.
Whatever... I'm so tired. I have been going insane every day since... I'm still afraid to admit it even in my thoughts...
I killed my brother.
There were fucking signs, I could have figured! I grew up with that idiot, I know his every breath, damn it! Dad gave us our swords when we were six, and we have been training together ever since. Every single day before the fire. And even after that, that asshole was still alive! Vergil was alive!... He would have still been if I had caught him at the Temen-ni-gru and set his mind straight.
God help me... Give me a sign that there's still hope. Maybe there is a way to bring him back? Transmigration of souls, summoning from the deepest assholes of hell, whatever it is! I'm willing to sacrifice myself if necessary. It was never supposed to end like this.
You know, Jesus, I lied. Then, on that damned tower, I cruelly and brazenly lied, saying that I was ready to kill my brother just to stop him. Of course, I didn't actually want that! How could I really want to kill my only family member that I had left? No matter how stupid and fucked up he was, I didn't want him dead. I would have made him pay for his sins through hard and persistent work instead... of this. Oh, believe me, I'd have given him hell on earth for everything he's done. He got off too easy... But was it easy?
I wish I knew exactly what happened to him in the Underworld, and when Mundus kept him hostage...