Post by Teh HB on May 7, 2008 18:32:54 GMT
So far as I know, this hasn't been made yet... We know what it's about... The Dark SiDe defeats the Light Side, bringing forth the golden age of the D-SD...
So, here goes...
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"My son... You have made me proud..."
Dante stands there, looking down at his father, Jason, also known as HebrewB. He was lying in the hospital wing of the Dark SiDe castle, the only place Dante had been able to call home.
"You really have... Dante... I love you... I did it, so that the Dark SiDe could be glorious... So you could be happy..."
Dante stands still, looking down, the wounds his father had gained during his battle against the Light Side, in which he succeeded in killing most, if not, all of them. It was a testament to his strength, and to be related to this grand warrior was a tremendous honour for Dante, but a tear trickled from his eye, as he listened to his father speak. Dante was quiet, allowing Jason to talk uninterrupted. It was not known how much longer he could last.
"Thus begins... The... Golden... Age..."
At those words, HebrewB, the soldier, the father, the warrior who had defeated gods, the passionate family man, and the loyal head priest of the Dark SiDe, died. Dante wept bitterly, and began to mourn the loss of his father, and sat down by the body of a once-proud man.
"It has... Dad..."
Although it was hard to accept, Dante knew that following his father's demise, would be a time of celebration for the Dark SiDe, celebrating the triumph over the Light SiDe, and celebrating the life of the warrior who brought the conflict to an end. For Dante, however, there was only grief.
So, here goes...
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"My son... You have made me proud..."
Dante stands there, looking down at his father, Jason, also known as HebrewB. He was lying in the hospital wing of the Dark SiDe castle, the only place Dante had been able to call home.
"You really have... Dante... I love you... I did it, so that the Dark SiDe could be glorious... So you could be happy..."
Dante stands still, looking down, the wounds his father had gained during his battle against the Light Side, in which he succeeded in killing most, if not, all of them. It was a testament to his strength, and to be related to this grand warrior was a tremendous honour for Dante, but a tear trickled from his eye, as he listened to his father speak. Dante was quiet, allowing Jason to talk uninterrupted. It was not known how much longer he could last.
"Thus begins... The... Golden... Age..."
At those words, HebrewB, the soldier, the father, the warrior who had defeated gods, the passionate family man, and the loyal head priest of the Dark SiDe, died. Dante wept bitterly, and began to mourn the loss of his father, and sat down by the body of a once-proud man.
"It has... Dad..."
Although it was hard to accept, Dante knew that following his father's demise, would be a time of celebration for the Dark SiDe, celebrating the triumph over the Light SiDe, and celebrating the life of the warrior who brought the conflict to an end. For Dante, however, there was only grief.