#1 My return from Hell
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opposingheavenImagine my surprise when I had emerged from the gate that once separated me from the Human world from the Demon world. I had once thought that if I had returned to my father's domain that I could be just like him. That day...and many that followed...took me one step closer toward obtaining the power that I had once thought I could control.
I had died twice. Once by the hand of my brother the other by the hand of Mundus though indirectly a result of Dante killing my physical form under Mundus' control. I have no memory during my time as a slave to the Dark Lord.
My eyes had opened to the bright sky. A sky that I had once looked upon as a child in my happier days of my youth. It sickens me that I could never get them back. My childhood was torn asunder the day our home was attacked and I had thought Dante was killed. I had later learned that he fled and hid just as Mother had asked him to do. The evidence was presented to me and I learned through his rat of a friend when he had mistaken me for my brother.
That is neither here nor there, though worth mentioning.
My first moments on Earth were not easy. I had trouble adjusting to breathing again and my body was weak. I felt the same the day that Dante had defeated me. The pain was nothing compared to what I had caused him. We both suffered. With my power greatly diminished, I had continued my hunt, an order given to me by the one that had given me my last test.
I mistook his message that I should complete the task in a day. I was sorely mistaken. The night came and I had found the cluster of vampires. I had thought that if I eradicated them quickly that I would be on my way and one step closer to seeing my son again. That was my wish. I was under the impression that time had not changed.
My work had just begun. I had cut down several blood feeders and some ghouls, but it wasn't enough. The stronger ones had come swiftly and I was unprepared. The sires, unbeknownst to me, kept hidden while they had sent their progeny to take care of the threat. I was that threat. Their numbers would not have been a problem should I have been at my full strength.
During their attack, they had pinned me to the ground with iron rods throughout my chest and arms. I was careless in my assessment. I had underestimated them and paid the price. While I had laid there, I had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep. I had no idea how long I had laid there.
Sounds of birds and people stirred me from my sleep. My eyes were greeted by the sight of a graveyard. It was irony. It was much like that day when I was a child and had been left for dead after the demons attacked. I recall one vampire who tried to touch Yamato. His action resulted in a burn that caused him to drop the sword. Only three could wield it without madness taking over their mind. My father, Dante and Nero. Nero is far too young yet to handle the sword. Should the time come, he would be the one to take up Yamato and take my place.
Alas, I may never see that day arrive.
I picked myself up from the ground to have a look around. I pulled out the iron rods, though the stares from onlookers didn't catch my attention until I had realized that humans often fear what they don't understand. I was that embodiment of fear even for a moment. The rods clattered onto the ground. My chest ached from the rods. I heard a little girl scream as she clutched onto her mother's skirt. I was undeterred.
My body ached. Then I heard his voice. I knew it was Dante and I made my approach. The man with him, though I didn't know it at the time, was his date. I had never realized how time had passed until I had saw him. He was considerably older than me, perhaps as a symbol that he had surpassed me in more ways than one.
Then hope came. My brother greeted me as if nothing had happened. I had seen the years pass in that moment. Here I had remained the same and he had grown. He embraced me. I was shaken. I had learned that he was seeking revenge as I had all those years ago. Though our methods were different as well as our motivations, our goal was the same.
Our differences were too great to ignore.
The day continued with small talk and continued conversations of why I had returned. The explanation was nothing short of complicated at best. Dante, his date Pegasus and myself had stopped in at the tiny diner he frequented. The waitress, Cindy, was lively and added a charm to the place that was inviting. For the first time in years, I had ice cream. I can't recall the last time I had eaten anything. Hell didn't exactly have food, unless once could count bodies being feasted upon in the Plane of Indulgence. Everything was in excess and some were too disgusting to partake in.
A demon that didn't belong in either world above or below had a hard time surviving.
Cindy made me feel human again. Even in a small part, she didn't judge me. I was surprised, and pleasantly so, that she considered being a part of my life no matter how much I tried to deny myself.
The day had turned into evening and I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was much the same when I had met Lyla. Cindy was a lot like her in many ways. Perhaps Lyla would have turned out the same in personality if she had survived.
I find myself making these comparisons. Perhaps it is my inability to forgive myself for not saving her when I was too arrogant to accept my shortcomings. The past is how it should be. I would be lying if I didn't find myself impressed with my brother. He succeeded where I have failed.
It was time to retire to the shop. I scarcely recall admitting to my brother my true purpose and his offer to allow my presence to remain while I was here. The offer was generous, much to my chagrin, and I accepted.
I had died twice. Once by the hand of my brother the other by the hand of Mundus though indirectly a result of Dante killing my physical form under Mundus' control. I have no memory during my time as a slave to the Dark Lord.
My eyes had opened to the bright sky. A sky that I had once looked upon as a child in my happier days of my youth. It sickens me that I could never get them back. My childhood was torn asunder the day our home was attacked and I had thought Dante was killed. I had later learned that he fled and hid just as Mother had asked him to do. The evidence was presented to me and I learned through his rat of a friend when he had mistaken me for my brother.
That is neither here nor there, though worth mentioning.
My first moments on Earth were not easy. I had trouble adjusting to breathing again and my body was weak. I felt the same the day that Dante had defeated me. The pain was nothing compared to what I had caused him. We both suffered. With my power greatly diminished, I had continued my hunt, an order given to me by the one that had given me my last test.
I mistook his message that I should complete the task in a day. I was sorely mistaken. The night came and I had found the cluster of vampires. I had thought that if I eradicated them quickly that I would be on my way and one step closer to seeing my son again. That was my wish. I was under the impression that time had not changed.
My work had just begun. I had cut down several blood feeders and some ghouls, but it wasn't enough. The stronger ones had come swiftly and I was unprepared. The sires, unbeknownst to me, kept hidden while they had sent their progeny to take care of the threat. I was that threat. Their numbers would not have been a problem should I have been at my full strength.
During their attack, they had pinned me to the ground with iron rods throughout my chest and arms. I was careless in my assessment. I had underestimated them and paid the price. While I had laid there, I had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep. I had no idea how long I had laid there.
Sounds of birds and people stirred me from my sleep. My eyes were greeted by the sight of a graveyard. It was irony. It was much like that day when I was a child and had been left for dead after the demons attacked. I recall one vampire who tried to touch Yamato. His action resulted in a burn that caused him to drop the sword. Only three could wield it without madness taking over their mind. My father, Dante and Nero. Nero is far too young yet to handle the sword. Should the time come, he would be the one to take up Yamato and take my place.
Alas, I may never see that day arrive.
I picked myself up from the ground to have a look around. I pulled out the iron rods, though the stares from onlookers didn't catch my attention until I had realized that humans often fear what they don't understand. I was that embodiment of fear even for a moment. The rods clattered onto the ground. My chest ached from the rods. I heard a little girl scream as she clutched onto her mother's skirt. I was undeterred.
My body ached. Then I heard his voice. I knew it was Dante and I made my approach. The man with him, though I didn't know it at the time, was his date. I had never realized how time had passed until I had saw him. He was considerably older than me, perhaps as a symbol that he had surpassed me in more ways than one.
Then hope came. My brother greeted me as if nothing had happened. I had seen the years pass in that moment. Here I had remained the same and he had grown. He embraced me. I was shaken. I had learned that he was seeking revenge as I had all those years ago. Though our methods were different as well as our motivations, our goal was the same.
Our differences were too great to ignore.
The day continued with small talk and continued conversations of why I had returned. The explanation was nothing short of complicated at best. Dante, his date Pegasus and myself had stopped in at the tiny diner he frequented. The waitress, Cindy, was lively and added a charm to the place that was inviting. For the first time in years, I had ice cream. I can't recall the last time I had eaten anything. Hell didn't exactly have food, unless once could count bodies being feasted upon in the Plane of Indulgence. Everything was in excess and some were too disgusting to partake in.
A demon that didn't belong in either world above or below had a hard time surviving.
Cindy made me feel human again. Even in a small part, she didn't judge me. I was surprised, and pleasantly so, that she considered being a part of my life no matter how much I tried to deny myself.
The day had turned into evening and I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was much the same when I had met Lyla. Cindy was a lot like her in many ways. Perhaps Lyla would have turned out the same in personality if she had survived.
I find myself making these comparisons. Perhaps it is my inability to forgive myself for not saving her when I was too arrogant to accept my shortcomings. The past is how it should be. I would be lying if I didn't find myself impressed with my brother. He succeeded where I have failed.
It was time to retire to the shop. I scarcely recall admitting to my brother my true purpose and his offer to allow my presence to remain while I was here. The offer was generous, much to my chagrin, and I accepted.