&& monster [Akkii!]

[C R I S I S]

What was he now?
His opinion of himself had never been high to start out with, and now, now he was even more of a monster then he had been before, back when he could almost be considered normal.
Now he couldn’t even look similar to anyone else. Split on half, half gray and half red, he was no longer the same person that Akito had known, he wasn’t even sure who he was anymore. A monster for sure, but what was his purpose? He couldn’t control who was in charge anymore than the moon could control the sun; but sometimes, sometimes, he could almost see himself as how he had once been, before this madness had started, or rather, increased. He could almost see those gray streaks turn back to the red he knew so well, he could almost see himself, not what he was today.
But in the end, it all came down to something rather simple; what was he? He…he had thought he had known once upon a time, but what if he had been wrong? What if in the end, it had been meant for him to look like this, one couldn’t be gray and red for long, eventually something was going to break.

He could feel the amusement from Inferno, cold as a blade’s edge and just as biting, as these thoughts were considered. The two halves were usually always at war, he had gotten part of what he wanted; control. At the moment, he was happy with half, but what happened when he decided to fight for more? When he decided that half was just not enough, would he be strong enough to fight him off then? He shouldn’t have come back, he knew that now, but there had been no other place for him to go. He had wanted to visit Akito, he hadn’t been expecting to see her as a vampire, but he supposed it was better than her dying. Ace hadn’t been too happy about coming back, he knew the full story of everything and his ‘friend’ had wandered off a while ago, not that he cared. In a way, the two were friends, but a lot of the time, both didn’t care what happened to the other, instincts driven into them since Ace could remember—Dante was lucky, he still had no recollection about his past. Just the mere attempt to remember what had happened to him caused one of his attacks still, and in all brutal honesty, he didn’t want to remember the horrors of that place, not when reality was as bad as it was.

Of course, there was a way to fix it. He could go back to D’Noir, who surely knew about this, and was probably laughing about it, if Dante was forced to make a guess. Eyes narrowing slightly, hands clenching into fists, he could only shake his head softly, brushing his hair from his eyes at the same time. Yes, he could go to D’Noir and see what would happen, but the only reason that he hadn’t gone there was because he didn’t know what would happen to him once he crossed that line; once he went back to the place that had held him captive for so long. D’Noir would probably be thrilled to see him; having one of his subjects return willingly to him would brighten anyone’s day.
But was he strong enough to see him, the one who had made his life the way it was? Had he come here to say one last good-bye, this time for real? The worst that could happen was he turning to Inferno and working for the blonde haired monster, and if that happened he would be killed, but that wasn’t so bad as soon as he was killed swiftly, before he was sent after the small family he had.

Sighing, and running a hand through this hair, Dante watched the water dance below him, aware that if he wanted too he could easily make the water disappear. He was on the outlying lands of the main house, hidden in the shadows, deep within the forest. For the most part, he wasn’t bothered. He hadn’t been inside the main house, and he didn’t intend to go in there, too many memories. And had it not been proven before that memory was the downfall?
Holding out his palm, Dante watched as a flame danced there, watching the glow, feeling the soothing heat. So many things had changed, but his pyromaniac side never seemed to fade away, his fire only increasing as time passed. He knew what he could do now, and it made him almost grin, but not quite. Swiftly closing his hand, Dante leaned against one of the tree trunks, gaze unreadable, and his movements swift and controlled, revealing nothing.
So this is what he had become, something that he couldn’t even describe.

Great.

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