Dante was awestruck. "What? you... my father?" He laughed quietly and abruptly. "I am sorry, but that is not possible... you see, my father died--" He was cut off by the man with the long, silver hair standing in front of him. "Seventeen years ago, at a battle protecting Gil'ead from a suprise attack" He droned on boringly, twirling his finger in the air boringly. He stopped, looking into Dante's deep blue eyes. "But your dreams tell you different, do they not?" Dante's eyes were not nearly as fierce as this man's, and he was propelled to look away. "How would you know such a thing? My dreams are my own--I tell nobody of them." "It runs in the family. Dreaming is something that the Black's have always grown to fear. That is why I have given up sleep." He smiled. "You have been seeing somebody in your dreams... two people... one of which was the man who led you into this estate, Zephiel. He is my partner and brother... the other you have seen..." He let Dante finish his sentence. "It was you" There was menace in his voice. "You... You are my father... but why?" "Why what?" "You abandoned me... you abandoned mother, and James too." His anger was boiling, nearly at the brim. "Calm yourself, I did not desert you, or James. It was Guenivere I had to escape from..." Dante drew his sword. "Escape? Escape!? I was five, Victor! I was Five years old! I remembered the day you left, father! I can remember the pain my mother felt when she discovered that you had died! How could you do that to her!?" He took a step forward, and the next, when taken, would close the distance between the two. "She knew what I was doing. She knew my reasons. The only reason--" He took the step that closed the distance himself "--why I am showing myself to you now... is to show you the truth. If your hatred towards me is stronger than your curiosity to find the truth, then strike me down--Or at least try" Dante jabbed with his sword, a furious scowl on his face.
Jareth Black · Wed Dec 29, 2004 @ 12:49am · 2 Comments |