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Darkened Whispers	By : Britt_601 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Trial
- 2-Restraint
- 3-Cycle
- 4-Greed
- 5-Mirage
- 1
- 2
- 3
Restraint
I couldn't take it anymore.
I've watched from the sidelines for a while now, anger boiling inside me as his restraint allowed the undeserving to live.
It began about four months ago, before I separated from his soul.
For old times' sake I stood by his side in combat, mirroring his every action, confusing his foes to which Dante purveyed as the real one. While we engaged the opposition, I took heed to his reaction towards different enemies.
When it came to lesser demons belonging to the Hell family he battled them with extreme prejudice, extending the sword slashes and bullet wounds inflicted on the damned with malicious glee. The smirk he had morphed into a grin, then a predatory smile rivaling that of a true sadist.
He made me proud.
Battling the beefed up, demonic "security guards" brought out his mischievous side, smack-talking his opponent while the urge to dominate their souls taunted his pride. He'd give them their props if their moves impressed him or if they lasted long enough. Often times they didn't surpass his strength, leaving him with an unsatisfied hunger he kept to himself, passing on that disappointment into me.
In combat with devil lords he'd unleash whatever animosity he withheld in him, meddling into the animalistic territory he would rather do without. Dante preferred to leave his damned heritage out of the equation, or the monster lurking inside of him. The foundations of rage, murder, blood, and fear drew Dante's beastly devil trigger to bask in those sentiments. Depending on how tough the enemy or how much time he roved in this state, he could lose himself in the destructive force.
He despised it. I loved it.
Suppressing emotions is never good, and that hybrid bitch participated in the pretended behavior. He always had to be in control of himself, refraining from getting rid of anything worth the hassle.
Like humans.
You see, Dante heard rumors of a demon named Argon kidnapping teenage boys and girls and selling them like cattle, however he had trouble linking the connections. So he took me along in secrecy to confront him. When he questioned the ringleader I would check out the area, and sure enough I found the captives stacked in six locked cages to the max. The warehouse they resided in boasted no furniture of the sort, boxes and truck trailers keeping the prisoners well-hidden from view.
A woman hollered from behind an iron-cast door. Using a technique I have known as 'phasing', I can merge with the shadows and 'transport' to any umbra of a shadow or a place lacking light. Needless to say, I've been to some pretty interesting places.
Once I phased inside the locked room I stood behind some crates, looking upon two naked males and a female chained to a wall. The stale stench of blood, human fluids and pheromones filled my nostrils, I momentarily forgetting my mission to savor the oppressive air. Another scream tore from a woman's throat, slicing into my appreciation of the tantalizing scents. Pulling on the girl's nipples stood a woman sporting sun-kissed skin with curled, chestnut-brown hair. She continued pinching and twisting the sensitive nubs, laughing at the panic and pain she inflicted.
My kind of lady.
Despite my urges telling me to nip her breasts, literally, something about her performance lacked strength. I detected a lack of pleasure from her ministrations. She exuded a detached enjoyment in her advances, deprived of any finesse to her applied torture. It almost seemed as if she was forced to behave in this manner.
One of the males tried to empathize with her, filling her head with hypothetical occurrences. What would she do if her child sat in this position? What if she were sold off as a sex slave, never to know the pleasures except that of sexual gratification not of her own will? He must have touched a soft spot, her back-hand meeting his face, stomping off with her features contorted into a vicious snarl.
Now, what a change. Normally, I've seen humans forced into doing a demon's dirty work but this little Lolita turned out to be Argon's play thing, by chance at first glance. When I returned to Dante I told him him I found no prisoners, but in place of my lie I mentioned my hearing of some workers receiving a shipment of slaves within the coming week. I asked him if he wanted me to keep close tabs in the area, but he refused the help. Perhaps he didn't trust me or he believed in me fully; I couldn't really say.
Dante waved the proclaimed 'keeper of humanity' title so I felt the need to leave the rescuing to him, should he discover them. Chances are the idiots locked up like animals should blame themselves for getting captured. I can almost guarantee that more than half of those people in those cages put themselves there stemming from a lack of common sense. They stayed out late at night instead of at home. Someone slipped a drug in their drink while they looked away. A stranger offered them a ride or kidnapped them at gunpoint. Honestly, these sad sacks of flesh avoided basic logic on the simplest of matters.
With the half-bred moron occupying himself with the puzzle pieces of missing humans I entertained myself by following Argon's human-nipple twister, named Jessica Rose. Twenty-five years old. Brown hair. Blue eyes. I trailed her ever since she caught my eye. I knew where she lived, what car she drove, and the vaginal lubricant she uses when Argon visited. She worked as a social worker by day, taking children from battered parents and placing them into positions of prostitution. I'm sure she made those foster kids wish they had stayed in their earlier predicament.
Argon spent many nights in her bed, forcing her on her knees to suckle on that creepy dog-shaped dick he had. I don't know if he forced her to blow him or if she had a fetish, but he shot lengthy wads of green-colored jizz in appreciation of her talented efforts.
Talented efforts she wasted on filth nevertheless, but I digress.
I noticed he arranged a time to come over to her place and his announcement made her nervous with anticipation from fear. She then expelled her jittery nerves on the captives. Case in point, when he left her alone she didn't bother the cattle and when he did, she resorted back to her nipple-pinching status.
How disappointing.
Turns out she wasn't the naughty little vixen I initially saw, but a mindless drone ruining childhoods in exchange for a piece of chump change. Granted, I've seen mankind take advantage of others for much less, it just amuses me when people act cowardly in response to threats when it could have been avoided. I guess she trapped herself into a situation where death would be absolute if she ever thought about escaping or turning Argon in. I didn't find anything out about her childhood concerning her upbringing nor did I care to, but she aimed to lie in the bed she made herself.
I just knew Dante would forget his righteous morals and serve her justice beyond any bearings of this faulty judicial system. She did a capital offense against her own kind, and they didn't deserve the right to supply her with any punishment; it would be too good for her. Those pitiful emotions would take a back seat and the mongrel's natural nature would resurface, sticking it to the cowardly bitch while I watch him find himself again.
I told him I found the human cargo on our second hunt, explaining how they stayed naked and chained to walls with bruises and welts littering their bodies. Jessica gained notoriety from my intel too. I explained that she supplied the inventory, getting her stock while working as a social worker. I also told him how some of the captives were tied to sex machines and forced to come as a preview to their potential buyers and if they didn't reach ecstasy, more contraptions licked the inside of their genitals.
Okay, so I didn't see that happen, but I needed to spice up the situation so Dante could let loose. I think my "enhanced" story meddling worked; his stiff walk and frigid features stayed like so upon arrival at the warehouse.
The henchmen tried so hard to keep their livestock in their possession that they geared to sacrifice the cattle just so Dante couldn't rescue them. To appear somewhat sympathetic to his 'save the humans' plight I prevented any of the guards from coming near the crates, hiding in the dark and unlit corners. Oh, the look of terror on their faces when their comrades vanished into my traps of shadows filled me with giggles. I took so much pleasure in playing the boogeyman it was almost criminal. I ignored the captives' startled cries, I expected them to shriek and flinch.
Rebellion thrusted forward between the slit of the exit, preventing the lackeys from scurrying away like rats. Having no choice but to confront the intruder the men surrounded him, armed to the teeth with assault rifles and shotguns. My grin stretched wide, splitting my face into two because I was damn sure this hybrid mongrel would lose his human heritage in a bit.
Someone from inside the crate screamed and startled one of the gunmen, he in turn firing a barrage of bullets that ignited a chain reaction. In a flash Dante lied on the ground, bullets holes piercing into his body, excited fear drove the bodyguards to hold down the trigger.
"Cease fire... dammit I said stop!" A tall man clearly on steroids shouted the command.
"Is he dead?" A pudgy teen in a blue hoodie and khakis asked with wary caution.
Oh ho ho, far from it. I knew that scarlet idiot geared to shred these assholes into chunks of flesh. I picked up on his raw energy awakening from his subdued conscious, thirsting to savor the bloodshed in violation of its enforced slumber. I sensed the beast's hunger after the starvation it had to endure. I could taste its anger, hatred and despair. A little push would make it break free of its cage...
"How the hell did this fucker get in here?" Steroids inched to the fallen corpse, kicking him to make sure he no longer breathed. I have no clue why he would do that when nearly a hundred bullets entered Dante's form from all those guns. A human probably couldn't withstand ten slugs puncturing them, let alone a hundred. Maybe muscle head had a point to think as he did.
"Heh, trying to play hero to these whores got you killed you white-haired freak!"
I gave him credit too soon.
"Now... why did you... shoot me up? I liked... this damn coat."
Enlarged eyeballs and opened mouths looked on in surprised horror after the cadaver spoke. Blood-stained boots pressed into the floor, followed by strong legs raising the body into a back bend. Dante lunged forward, the sound of metallic pinging filling the silence of the room; the bullet shells ejected from his wounds. Skin covered over the bloodied muscle healing the holes that once punctured his structure. Alabaster skin peeked through his red and black ensemble. Frightened chatter erupted through the group, firearms shaking in wobbly hands because the man they shot up stood very much alive.
Dante spit out a bullet he caught in his teeth with an irritated huff, looking over the entry points ruining his work garb. "You really don't know how much it costs me to keep these clothes mended."
Even though he jibed, a frozen storm sending violent shivers down their backs coated his voice, freezing their veins with ice-cold hatred. Steroids looked ready to shit his pants, raising his assault rifle to re-kill the reanimated corpse when Dante fired first.
Whizzing bullets ricocheted off the walls; the specific angles it bounced off of knocked the firearms out of enemy hands. Some of them scrambled after their killing toys but Dante shot around them, stopping them to remain in place. I haven't a clue why he didn't shoot the fuckers dead since they're already worthless, but that's... that's okay. He still has time to unleash the beast.
The distinct music of broken bones added a subtle harmony to the half-assed orchestra the peeved orchestrator conducted. But with most things providing entertainment, it jumps off to a slow start prior to picking up the pace... hopefully.
I watched with growing fascination as the men fell, cradling the injured parts of their body, writhing on the floor in ache. Each passing moment I anticipated on a broken neck or a heart ripped out because the beast hung right there. I could sense the animal craving control, desperate to taste the vile energies so abundant in the place. Yet that hybrid kept a leash on his demonic force with convincing determination, holding on strong to prevent the cage from breaking.
When the mongrel left Steroids last he picked him up by the scruff of his muscle shirt, pulling the bloodied mortal to his face with a snarl. In the briefest flash of a second I saw those blue irises change to red, the gritting of sharp canines on display in suppression from killing the bonehead.
Wait for it... wait... here it comes...
"How many more are you hiding?" Dante growled in anger.
He held his shaking hands up in surrender. "I don't know, man! I just make sure they stay put!"
"Wrong answer."
It's going to happen any minute now...
"I'm just the bodyguard. He tells... he tells me n-nothing but to secure this area. That's all man, I swear!"
He glared upon the frightened flesh in distaste, mustering a countenance of contempt at the pathetic weakling. Instead of turning his insides out Dante threw him away from him, walking over to the crates with a cold expression.
Many of the occupants scuttled back in fear when he beckoned the double-edged broadsword to come to him. He withdrew Rebellion, unlocking the containers as Steroids had trouble picking up his shattered ego off the floor. One by one the humans walked out of their prisons, those too weak to move held on to each other slowly moving forward.
A small teen with brown hair and green eyes hugged herself with tears streaming down her face, sprinting towards Dante, bawling into his waist. Fragile 'thank yous' interrupted her broken sobs, afraid to let him go as if she might collapse right then and there. And she probably would, what with how skinny she looked.
His eyes blazed into the guardsmen on the floor. Whatever the scardey-cat saw in them had him shivering, the color draining from his visage to leave a sickly looking man. With a feminine yelp he started running away, reaching in his pants along the way. Yet the half-breed wasn't finished making that asshole complete the shitting of his pants.
He took out his silver hand gun, aiming it in line with the limping mass of flesh.
And here it comes...
A shot rang out from the firearm, scaring the escapees to cower and crouch like wounded puppies. Steroids dropped to the ground, waiting on more bullets to ping through the area. After a while he slowly got up, checking himself to see if he bled. A crazed smile smeared onto his face, gearing up to taunt the white-haired freak that he missed. Ten seconds of creaking noises filled the space before a rod of fluorescent lights fell on the muscle head, knocking him unconscious.
What the fuck.
What in the hell is that mongrel doing? Why didn't he shoot the idiot dead? Did he not hear how the bastard wanted to kill the cargo instead of having them rescued? Why did he allow him to live?
I tried to find a reasonable answer but nothing made sense. If Steroids went to jail, he would mostly serve less than half the time due to crowded prisons; depending on his records community service and probation provided his best bet. This asshole would have a slap to the wrist before freedom would be his to sabotage once again.
If the cross-breed could empathize with these idiots and their afflicting plights, why didn't he annihilate those humans who preyed on their weaker counterparts? I found his methods hard to believe. Dante would let these mortals punish their own detractors when they already did a shitty job at it.
So... what role does he play? Did he only involve himself when one side gained a greater disadvantage? Would he act in the same fashion if no demons involved themselves? Is killing them off-limits because he's only half of what they were? Yet he killed devils and he shared half of their biological make-up as well. Is it a power issue? He wouldn't touch the humans because they lacked physical strength?
Fuck, I don't understand it.
The crying brunette must have pulled at his heart-strings, telling the remaining individuals to follow him out to safety.
I stayed behind in confusion of the hybrid's actions, watching how the pathetic men picked themselves up off the floor. A few of them asked where their other colleagues disappeared to, fear blanketing their sense of reason to flee. The pudgy teen yanked out a cell phone, presumably talking to the buyer of his escaped sex toy.
"I'm sorry Mr. Patterson... she's gone... I can't... I don't know... Some big guy with white hair and a red coat freed them... He shot up the place and rescued them... No, I don't know if he's a cop... No she ran up to him and he escorted her out... I know you had a deposit on her... We don't... we can't give you that back... Jessica got the money to make sure your package looked exactly like you wanted her to."
I reeled in my thoughts, mind set on weeding out the the main players. Perhaps the reason Dante let these pieces of shit keep their lives is that they indirectly participated in these acts. Maybe they weren't as hands on as Jessica and Argon, and he left his beast locked up to show to them.
It's no wonder why his animal craved the blood thirst. The look-but-don't-touch mentality would drive anyone insane.
As subtle as I could be I phased to the darkest corners of the warehouse, planning to direct Dante to meet up with the nipple-twister. Though my jovial mood curbed its enthusiasm, I smiled upon throwing the devoured, mangled bodies of the vanished henchmen into their friends, reveling in the frightened screams accompanying my exiting of the premises.
When we arrived I didn't expect her to be home, but instead I got a two for one deal. I phased into the dark house, unlocking a window so Dante could creep inside.
In the bedroom sounded off a cacophony of moans. On the bed lied a naked Jessica, legs spread apart while Argon thrusted into her. Her mouth spewed a string of passion-filled phrases, eyes taking on the expression of a body wanting to be released from an approaching climax. Obliging in her urgent demands he grasped a small cylinder toy to her side, turning on the buzzing object and sliding it up and down her clit. Her form arched into the sheets, grunts increasing in volume after he increased his pelvic snaps. She jerked when the pressure mounted in her lower belly, limbs twitching in fervor with the vibrator resting fully on her pert bundle of nerves.
How interesting. This woman seemed to have no qualms about kidnapping children and turning them over as fuck toys when she got to enjoy hers without restriction. I couldn't wait to view the look on her face when she went downstairs to see Dante waiting on her, but I thought I should get a free preview of her profile before she died.
When her body succumbed to the plethoras of eye-rolling ecstasy I let her witness two bright orbs of crimson penetrate into the darkened room. Her expression of wanton bliss morphed into one of frightened disbelief, mewls of lust switching to a contorted screech of horror. It humored me to watch her go from sweet agony to agony itself; oh how I wished I had a camera right then.
Argon pulled away with a wet plop, reaching in his discarded clothing. He aimed a pistol at the shadow I projected, the bullets disappearing into the black hole, my guttural laughter echoing in the bedroom. Argon, like the chicken shit I sensed him to be, grabbed his pants and ran down the stairs. She wrapped herself in the blankets, scared shitless with my ongoing laughter. Sending small tendrils of shadows all over the room I commanded them to shape into hands, letting her look at her purse, clothes and vibrators disappear into their fingers.
I had to keep her in here so Dante can unleash his true self when he finished with dog-dick. She held the responsibility. She kidnapped children to have them sold. She pinched nipples when under stress. Regardless whether Argon threatened her life, she had the option to say no. If her refusing to gather slaves meant ending her life, then tough shit. Sometimes the best choices in life aren't the easiest. So, since salvation or forgiveness didn't apply to her and those trapped kids made the hybrid's heart ache, all he needed to do is wrap its claws around her soul.
Or tear her to little pieces, much to my preference.
The confrontation started to accumulate downstairs, Argon trying to bribe his way to innocence. I phased outside the bedroom to view the action because her shrieks began to annoy me. Dante had Ebony raised in his left hand, sitting down with a stiff posture on her love seat, with Rebellion lying in wait on the side. The demon stuttered in shame, covering his front with pieces of clothing. Typical with any person caught in a lie he tried to deny any involvement in the situation. Droplets of sweat formed on his brow with his stuttering rambles, putting the blame on Jessica.
His patience ran out, a bullet flew to the demon's forehead, brains and skeletal fragments splattering against the wall. The look on the hybrid's face spoke of nothing but restrained rage ready to burst. He had to breathe through his mouth to control himself, but I knew it was too late. His usually calm and jesting demeanor pushed back to let the aggravation through, finger twitching on the gun to shoot Argon's body into a bloody pulp, only he didn't have to.
The demon shot out of his human shell, looking like a cross between a lion and a wolf. It's massive talons aimed to strike at Dante's throat but he grabbed Rebellion's hilt and made a horizontal arc. Jade-hued liquid dripped from the blade's edge; the creature's head rolling somewhere behind the couch, his body twitching with bright green fluid pouring out in waves.
Five minutes passed when Jessica decided to come out of her bedroom, clothed in a brown jogging suit clutching an aluminum bat. She turned on the hallway lights, peering down in her living room to see green splotches all over her furniture and walls; in the midst of it all stood the red-clad hunter. Jittery quakes wracked through her form, finding it difficult to breathe staring upon the beheaded beast lying on the floor.
"Ar... Argon?"
"Don't tell me you're going to cry over him." He spoke in a calm voice that heavily underlined his angered disposition. He just needed a little push in the right direction.
"Who... who are you..."
"Doesn't matter. More importantly, have you ever thought about how you're going to pay those people back?"
"What... who do you mean?"
Humans love to play stupid.
"I think your life would be a suitable reprieve as compensation."
Is he going to do it? Yeah, he has to.
Her mouth twitched, ready to defend or deny her involvement. "He forced me to do it! He would kill me if I didn't!"
"Excuses." Dante made a gesture with his hands to signify excessive talking.
"You don't know what I had to do so don't you dare judge me," she hollered, holding the bat with trembling fingers, tightening her grip.
"You're right, I don't." He turned around to face her, red-rimmed irises on display, his mouth forming into a sneer. "But I do know you are the guilty party here." Legs started to walk towards the stairs with purpose, steely sight focused with the presence to do harm after he sheathed Rebellion. About damn time, too.
A small yelp eased through her lips. "He made me do it! I can't help if-"
"How much money did he give you? Or the better question would be, how much is it per person?" Dante reached the first step, Jessica pressing her back against a wall in preparation of his advances. "You think that money was worth the lives you've ruined?"
Her eyes narrowed yet they simmered in fear, conjuring some excuse to justify her deeds.
"You work as a social worker for fuck's sake. But I guess as long as you gained a profit, nothing else matters to you." Dante traveled halfway up the steps, heading straight towards her with Ebony still in his hand. She tried to go into the room but I commanded the shadows to bar the door from the inside, making escape impossible. The idea to jump over the banister flitted across her features but she decided against it, inching further down the hall away from his reach.
"Get out of my house!"
"I have no remorse to take your life-"
Oh yes. This is his normal. This is what embracing his true nature felt like. Eliminating troubling obstacles from their own selfish vices. So unhealthy it thrived to restrain his urges just to let a couple of assholes walk free. Now he came to the realization that it wasn't worth keeping her alive. His moment of triumph leapt upon him. If the weight of guilt burdened him, well too bad. In the long run, he would see the benefit of her un-life.
"-but that fortune does not belong to me."
Wait... what?
"Killing you would be the sensible thing to do, but I doubt that would being satisfaction to those you tormented."
Uh, yes it would you stupid bitch. The victims can go to all those therapy sessions or get doped up on medication as an outlet to ease their mental pain. At least they wouldn't continue enduring a permanent imprisonment as a prostitute. Sometimes people need to learn to be thankful in getting out of whatever oppressive situation bestowed upon them. The emotions they harbored dragged on their quest of vengeance.
"So what do I do? Trap you here until the cops show up? Tell you more about the people you've tarnished? Bruise your soul til' you can no longer hold your head up high?"
Oh... no. Dammit no! Just end her life and be done with it. What's with all this waiting bullshit? I don't think those people would want her alive. Given the chance, they would more than likely kill her themselves. Why won't he take one for his human team and get rid of this wretch?
"He was going to kill me. If I didn't do what he said, he would sell me just the same!" She readied the bat to strike when he reached the top floor, Dante turning towards her with eyes ablaze in hate.
The room seemed a bit chillier then, the moon hiding behind the cover of clouds as if it shielded the light from the monster in disguise. But as it goes, there would be no need. No bloodshed serving under the guise of righteous judgment would be served on these savages tonight. Nor is that interbred asshole going to embrace himself wholly.
That powerful beast would remain inside his cage, chained up and starved; simmering in rage while it watched the depravity of the world from the inside out. Those mortals who helped to keep the captives restrained walked away with freedom, with their lives.
And so would she.
She swung the bat in an arc, intending on hitting his head when he deftly caught it. He lifted his knee bringing the club down, effectively breaking it into two. The splintered pieces catapulted over the stair ledge while she cowered in a corner and cried.
"You know, you humans love to act tough on the outside, then when you're confronted you want to run and cry like a child. What's your excuse with the water works? Are you feeling guilty or is it because you got caught?"
With a flushed face she started rambling about how her folks always worked and never paid attention to her growing up. And how she had to fight by herself after she ran away; Argon soon finding her and damn near smothering her with affection coupled with senseless fucking. How pathetic.
Not only did this privileged bitch have parents supplying her with basic human necessities, she figured since no one gave compliments on how pretty her hair looked, she had to ruin the lives of people coming from broken homes.
What a bunch of fucking petty cowards. From the both of them. She existed as nothing but a spoiled whore, and he remained oblivious to the beautiful creature craving savage release.
I didn't bother to stick around to hear the rest of her sob story, nor did I care to. I'm done.
Incident after incident brought about a similar scenario with me growing angrier at the outcome. Labor camps ruled by demons kidnapped and forced children to work under their command. Scam artists conned people out of their homes then used them as demonic hideouts. Humans worked under devil kingpins to distribute drugs. Each time he discovered the culprits, the Hell-born fell to his blade without warning and he left the mortals to their human judicial system. Many of them willingly chose to aid in the dirty deeds, yet they skipped punishment by his hand, even though he shared half of their blood.
After the last bout I left his side. To this day I wonder in disbelief at his blatant refusal to kill mortals. Long as they weren't in cahoots with demons, they could fuck, rape, kidnap, torture and maim each other without interference on his behalf. Perhaps his heart softened up not to injure the weaklings or maybe it extended deeper than that. I'm assuming the death of his human mother had influence over his decision to exclude mortals from kissing the barrel of his gun. Still, why couldn't he break whatever oath her dead body stirred within him and disturb those who disrupted the peace, human and demon alike? I swear, that mongrel is a walking paradox at times.
Some weeks later I pass by a newspaper stand, magazines and books filled with manufactured men and women advertising cheap products. Among the colorful pages sat a newspaper, bold red and black print showcasing a picture of a young brunette sitting on a bench with her head hung low.
Jessica Rose, 25, Sentenced to 20 years in Prison for Human Trafficking & Kidnapping
I sneered in disgust when my legs cared not stop to let me read the article. I knew it would come down to this. She probably didn't have any criminal record, making her skip the death penalty in lieu of a lenient punishment. In this case she got lucky with a hard slap to the wrist, able to revel in freedom soon in these rapidly passing years. And if she remained a spoiled princess, she'll find some other method to make someone's life miserable once outside of those iron bars.
My legs continued to walk on a steady path, viewing the breathing contradictions who dared to carry on in ignorant bliss behind their masks. Such trifling degenerates leading interesting lives made me wonder about the hybrid and his eccentric way of living.
I assume he felt pity towards them. Such fragile lives they lead maybe led him to distrust them in their foolishness, finding no need to destroy them since they were proficient in doing it to themselves.
Is he afraid of losing himself; scared to see what he truly is if he walked around without suppressing his emotions? Or maybe one day he wanted to walk among them in harmony, but he knew he could never receive the chance due to the unsettled monster lurking inside his shadows, ready to kill in void of notice.
I don't know, perhaps I never will.
There's only so much freedom to indulge in when restraint is an ever-common practice.
A/N: That moment when you feel some type of weird emotion about something you write...yup.
I picture Dark as this creature who "messes" with people who gets on his nerves, human and demon, big and small...oranges and apples :D
And I kinda wonder about that too. Dante won't kill humans even though he's half of one, no matter how bad, yet most demons get the axe quick. Hmm...
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