"Dante needs to learn his place"
"Learn your place you insolent fool!"
"Know where you stand in the world. Know your place, or die!"
Dante was falling, falling through an endless abyss of darkness and hate. He could hear voices, different voices screaming at him, calling his name. "Know your place" they screamed. He was always told that. He was always told that as a reminder of where he should be, which was beneath someone's foot. Was he truly as weak as people thought? Or did he just allow them and himself to believe so? He didn't know.
"God, please send me an angel. Send me a life line or something. I need some assistanc, please"
His own voice then echoed in his head. Yes, he did indeed need some kind of assistance. But now he wondered what kind of assistance. Did he just want some kind of angel to do his fighting for him? Yet again he didn't know.
Dante was still falling. The void he descended through kept going and going. He stared through the endless array of darkness, wondering if he was dead.
That's when an even darker shadow stepped forth. The fiery reddish blue light leaked through its body. The shadow did not have a distinct figure but it towered over Dante. Dante sensed he was not falling anymore, but just simply laying down.
"No! no!" Dante cried. "Get away"
The figure did not speak but only stooped closer. Dante tried squirming away, but could not move. He was somehow paralyzed on the spot.
Dante knew he was probably going to die. The Shadow leapt forward and he yelped and shut his eyes. He then heard a loud clashing noise and the sound of ripping clothing. He opened one eye to see Dameon above him. Dameon was holding his clawed hands in the air as if he was about to kill Dante whilst he stared at the shadow. The woman from the bar was above him too. But, she was doing something that surprised Dante. She was holding Dameon off; protecting Dante from Dameon's merciless claws. Her jacket was ripped and she was deeply wounded from him. Blood trickled down her arm and next to Dante.
They both wouldn't budge. They stared ferociously at each other, like two lions fighting for their meal. Dante stared at the two beings in confusion. Did she just protect him?
"Move! Move now!" she spat at him. "If you don't move, he will kill you!"
Dante did not move. He couldn't. fear struck his body. He couldn't even talk, let alone breath.
"Do as I say!" the woman demanded again. "If you don't listen to me, you will die!"
Dante still didn't move. Dameon then broke free and plummeted towards Dante. His dagger-like hands were ready to strike. Dante let out a faint cry as Damon's hand shoved deep in his chest.
"No! NOOO!!!!!" Dante screamed as he sat up, awake from his dream.
Dante stared into space, confused and disoriented.
"It was a dream?" he muttered softly.
That shadow has appeared twice in his dreams now. Is that woman from the bar really supposed to be the shadow? Impossible. Dante had a dream of the shadow before he even met the woman. He continued to ponder but it then clicked in his mind that he was staring at a concrete wall. Concrete wall?!
"What?! Where am I" Dante asked.
"You're at the bar" said a voice behind Dante.
Dante turned around to find the bartender at a desk in the corner of the room. He was cleaning a pair of tweezers and had a bloody wash cloth.
