We all know the story of Dante, son of the legendary dark knight, but only a few know of (Y/n)'s existence... son of Sparda's brother, Ophiel!
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(Y/n)'s perspective; The beautiful sun rose beyond the horizon. I always liked staring at the sunset. So peaceful, so pretty.
My back was against the wall. I was sitting down twirling Yang on my pointer finger. My whole body ached. Beside me sat my dear older brother. Neo.
(Y/n): Well look at that. The sun gets to shine another day.
My sword was propped up beside me reflecting the light of the sun. Neo sat to my left with his eyes barely opened. His own sword, Vengeance, was impaled through his stomach.
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Neo: (Y/n)...
(Y/n): Yeah?
Neo: It will all come crumbling down...
(Y/n): I know... but not today.
Neo: How do you know...
(Y/n): ...Because I'm still here.
The sun continued to rise, shining its beautiful rays over the ruined train yard where we sat.
(Y/n): We can't let it all waste away.
Neo: We can't do anything...
(Y/n): Try... besides, you're still my pig-headed brother.
Neo painfully chuckles lightly before coughing.
(Y/n): It's beautiful isn't it? The human world. You can't deny it's beauty.
Neo: ...You can't hope to win...
(Y/n): Hope...
My father will pay. Sparda will pay. Mundus will pay. God will pay...
