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Who: Dante and Lobsel Vith
Where Floor 11; Dante's room
When: during the SH events where everyone is suffering
Rating: TBA, not too bad I dun think
Summary: Lobsel pays a visit to Dante for doing what he did to Henry and Vergil. :O

the Story:

Dante had already long since closed his eyes and shunned out the sounds and the feelings of the room around him... it was like a nightmare. He hated being alone... he hated being left behind. He hated that... he was such a coward..

Dirty hands were tightly clasped over his ears as he sat with his knees pressed to his chest; humming some mindless tune to try and keep his mind away from the images displayed before him.

Why was this happening? Was this a dream? It.. it has to be. Why couldn't he just wake up from it already...?

Suddenly, however; despite his hands over his ears, he heard a loud banging against the tattered door of his childhood bedroom. Dante opened his eyes to see the room fade slightly, walls darkening almost as if it were a dissolving hologram.

"Vergil... Vergil is that you...?" He said, shuffling to his feet and scrambling his way up to the door, almost as if in a panic. He willed himself into thinking it was, infact his twin, feeling very hopeful as he then opened it; slowly, yet still quite eagerly.

"... Vergil?"

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He the lord of fire and desire was standing at the door banging on it loudly. But why should it be that deity should knock?

"Dan-te!! Let me in now!" Lobsel hissed as the knuckles of his hands continued to beat on the door.

A low creak was heard as the door slowly inched open. The Yellow God first peaked inside the room. He spotted Dante huddled up in the room with his knees pressed to his chest. For a moment he felt bad for the young man, but then he heard the cry of Henry deep within himself. Oh and how it pained the yellow God so. He stepped inside the room and glared down at Dante.

"A-rise Dan-te! You have been cho-sen
for Ho-ly pun-ish-ment!

RA-PIST!!"

Dante's eyes opened wide as he had taken in the sight of a large... goat... man?

He stumbled back away from the door as it yelled at him, already a bit jittery from the events that were already going on.

"Who are you...? W-Whats going on!?" The half-demon demanded out semi-angrily, trying not to show any signs of fear infont of... whatever the hell this thing was. He then began to completley disregaurd his surroundings and show a new strength against this intruder.

"Where's my brother?!" He let out finally; driven to find out at any cost.

"brother of your's is safe from I, the yellow God Lobsel Vith!"

The golden one glares at Dante, and growls, "You raped somebody. Took their joy away from them without any regard to him! Selfish rapist! You must atone!"

Dante doesn't step back, he doesn't move. Instead he just stands there and stares at the strange figure before him.

"... Yellow... god?" He questioned, nervously cocking an eyebrow, before then sneering. "What do you want from me..?"

Lobsel Vith snorts. "All I want Dan-te is to atone you of your sin."

He then sat down next to Dante, and asked, "Why Dante? Why did you do such a horrible thing? Surely did you rape him for power? For man shall beguille man, and a horse a horse, and an ass an ass, an angel an angel, a demon a demon, and oh doth the flames of holiness beg and desire to cleanse so."

And the Yellow God's hand turned into flame and he reached to touch Dante on the shoulder.

Dante winced back as a flamed hand reached to touched him, taking a step backward. "I.. I thought I was done with this.." he stuttered, shanking his head.

"I didn't mean to rape him, okay?? I just meant to rough him up!! Why do you all care so much anyway? Is he your fucking jesus or something??"

Dante had sex with and left many back in NYC (not really raped them, but one night stands.. sure) and never ever did he have it bite him back like this before.

What was so damn special about Henry...?

The Yellow One stared at Dante his eyes ablaze and then roared "OH AND SO YOUR PE-NIS JUST MA-GI-CAL-LY ES-CAPED YOUR PANTS, AND THEN BY SOME SU-PER NA_TU-RAL MEANS GRAAV-I-TA-TED TOR-WARDS HEN-RYS ASS PEN-E-TRA-TING IT, AND VI-O-LA-TING HIM??!"

He then grabbed Dante's right shoulder with the non-firey hand, and spoke in a calm voice. "Henry is precious be-cause he has been deemed so. It does not matter that he has no powers, and that he is but an almost normal man. I cherish him, because others cherish him.

But Dante, are you truly sorry for what you did? If you are you will never even think of raping Henry again."

Lobsel Vith proceeded to touch Dante's face with the fiery hand, and whispered "and no Henry is not our Jesus. :>"

Dante winced hard as his face was touched with the flaming hand.. it burned a bit, but nothing his own supernatural power wasn't quick to heal off.

"... I.. I hate that man." Dante said truthfully, ".. but I never intended to rape him. I'm not a rapist..." Well, at least he liked to tell himself that. Rapists were usually low, disgusting sex-driven indivi..

...

Okay scratch that thought. Rapists weren't Dante. Yeah, he liked that thought better.

"And haven't I suffered enough for him...? All because of that one stupid event, everyone and their brother is fucking after me now." he snapped on, almost furiously.

Lobsel increased the intensity of the fire by twenty fold, and continued caressing Dante's face with it. "Yes, hate is so strong. First their is the knowledge of the existence of the unknown. Then when someone does not agree with the unknown they become scared of it. When one is afraid of the unknown they start to hate it. When their hatred consumes them they do horrible things."

Hearing Dante saying that he never intended to rape Henry was starting to tick him off. "Dante, you are a rapist. Perhaps Henry and Vergil were the only ones you've raped, but the rape of one is enough."

The Yellow One took his hand off Dante's face and plunged it inside the half demons chest grabbing his heart with his hand. It wasn't enough to actually burn the heart of Dante, but Lobsel was doing it to try and prove a point. His other hand grabbed Dante by the throat and he lightly squeezed.

"Do you feel that Dante? The feeling in your chest and throat? That's the pain those who've had their joy taken away feel! This is how those who cry out for comfort feel without love!"

He took lightened the grips on both the throat and heart. "All you have to do Dante is admit you are a rapist."

He recoiled back, hissing and letting out a painful sound when the fire intensified, as he tried to bat the hand away, but was suddenly stopped in place when the hand moved... and within not even enough time for him to properly react; it clasped around his heart, the fire burning him inside out... but not so much enough to inflict death.

This caused him to scream; that was- until his throat had been clasped as well. His hands then gripped and clawed at the God's wrist, trying frantically to pull it away.

Dante tried to speak, his vocal chords strained by the lack of air. "... I told him... I told Sullivan I was sorry... please....." His voice began to break. ".. I didn't do anything to hurt anyone since I've died.. I've been... f-fucking.. good...." He slowly began to remember all of the torture and ministrations that the Red God, Walter, and That... 'Holy Mother of All' had inflicted upon him as the intense pain continued.. and... it was boarderline driving him mad.

Would this never end...? Would this one.. small ill deed follow him for the rest of his life...?

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