Arwen
Lost Soul
Prologue
On top of large tower Dante was battling with a cloaked woman. Her hood had dropped down so Dante could see her face. Her hair was black and long. Her eyes were pure black which no light shone through the cloak was red and had dried blood at the bottom. Rain was just starting and the sound of both their swords echoed through the rain. Cut marks were evident on both there faces. The cut marks on the woman’s face were healing slowly but the cuts to Dante’s face wouldn’t heal and small amounts of blood dripped down his face. It must have been hours since the battle began at least that was what Dante felt. The woman tried to slash at his body but it was deflected though the force of the attack sent him to the floor. Dante laid there breathless and watched the woman walk until she was over him. Smiling she stabbed him through the chest.
“The great son of Sparda. How your repetition is bigger then people know.” said the woman
Dante was too weak to do anything but just watch.
“Go to hell.” said Dante as blood ran from his mouth
“Not today babe. Maybe next time.”
Leaving her sword in Dante's chest she took out both her guns and aimed them at his head.
“It was good knowing you but times up. Such a pity I kinda liked you.”
Dante closed his eyes and heard two gun shots.
On top of large tower Dante was battling with a cloaked woman. Her hood had dropped down so Dante could see her face. Her hair was black and long. Her eyes were pure black which no light shone through the cloak was red and had dried blood at the bottom. Rain was just starting and the sound of both their swords echoed through the rain. Cut marks were evident on both there faces. The cut marks on the woman’s face were healing slowly but the cuts to Dante’s face wouldn’t heal and small amounts of blood dripped down his face. It must have been hours since the battle began at least that was what Dante felt. The woman tried to slash at his body but it was deflected though the force of the attack sent him to the floor. Dante laid there breathless and watched the woman walk until she was over him. Smiling she stabbed him through the chest.
“The great son of Sparda. How your repetition is bigger then people know.” said the woman
Dante was too weak to do anything but just watch.
“Go to hell.” said Dante as blood ran from his mouth
“Not today babe. Maybe next time.”
Leaving her sword in Dante's chest she took out both her guns and aimed them at his head.
“It was good knowing you but times up. Such a pity I kinda liked you.”
Dante closed his eyes and heard two gun shots.