Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante Word Count: 222 Rating: G Summary: Just some ramblings while Dante looks out the window.
It was the only time the city looked pretty, Dante thought as he looked out his bedroom window. Normally it was just grey: steel towers, stone buildings, paved roads, and layer upon layer of grime. But in this early morning hour, the sun rose and the new-fallen snow covered everything, turning it into a rose-tinged illusion of purity.
He was hoping for some peace today – that even the demons would be snowed in. Such times were rare, and getting more infrequent as the years passed. Hell seemed to be getting over-crowded, and rent the borders between dimensions to spill out teeming hordes more often.
Lady didn’t come around anymore, saying she was too old and too slow to be of any help to him. Trish had vanished into a portal and never came back. He wondered who would bear him a son to fight Mundus the next time the demon lord rose. He wondered if he’d live out the day to sire one.
The worst times were when he didn’t think it was worth saving humanity anymore, that he should thrown himself off the tallest tower, or jump into the nearest dimension rift and let it all be swept away.
But he watched the snow, the clean-looking city, and smiled faintly at his memories. Those, at least, were still worth fighting for.