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[fuckchild]

[Maybe you've seen this punkass, maybe you haven't. He was kind of a wild thing in battle, hard to miss if you saw a lot of enemies floating in midair. Somehow, he doesn't look injured, not even a single scratch. The scar across his brow is an old one, from a time long past.

Dante's not one to mince his words, so...]

Alright, would anyone mind telling me what the fuck is really going on? First we're two pissed-off frat house that can't share a campus, now we're twenty invite-only clubs? And all of that because we wished upon a fucking rock?

[The expression on his face says he's clearly buying none of it. He's a stubborn one.]

I want answers. Real answers, not whatever fairyland shit you can come up with.

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[fuckchild]

They're not all that bad.

[Isn't that why he fights back in the first place? To defends the humans that don't even know what's happening? He fought first to survive, then he fought to get rid of the demons, to stop them from preying on anyone that crossed their path. None of them ever understood, though. He was a terrorist and a murderer, to put it mildly.

It was his price to pay. He'd come to terms with being a killer a long time ago.]

Some of the best people I know are humans.

[Again, he thinks of Kat. He admires her, rightfully so: she escaped her reality by diving into Limbo, then she killed the demon that posed as her adoptive father. Dante would've done that, too, but he had a sword since he could remember.

How she did it is her story and her mystery. All of this, he has to get back, just to save her. Sure, they had to kill the demon brainwashing their world, but Kat...

This was as much for her too, who took the fall for the twins when she could've given up.]

I'm guessing you're the more people person of us two.

[A change of subject, but it's probably true. Dante doesn't really know how to... be nice.]