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The sky a crimson red, the ground broken and smoking under their feet. They stood not four meters apart, looking at each other from across the field of death. Dante, the man in red, his white hair hanging loose in front of his eyes could barely believe what he was seeing. The brother who had abandoned not only him, but his own wife and their not even born yet son. But Dante wouldn't be angry, he couldn't be. As the wind picking up he witnessed the pain of the past, leaving it like shadows run from the sun. There you stood in disbelief, Trying all you could to see through these lies "Vergil!" he called out, "Come on Vergil. Come back home, w

The sky a crimson red, the ground broken and smoking under their feet. They stood not four meters apart, looking at each other from across the field of death. Dante, the man in red, his white hair hanging loose in front of his eyes could barely believe what he was seeing. The brother who had abandoned not only him, but his own wife and their not even born yet son. But Dante wouldn't be angry, he couldn't be. As the wind picking up he witnessed the pain of the past, leaving it like shadows run from the sun. There you stood in disbelief, Trying all you could to see through these lies "Vergil!" he called out, "Come on Vergil. Come back home, w