Dante wasn’t sitting in any sort of magical environment this time. He wasn’t being tortured beyond comprehension. He was just sitting down in a dark room, strapped to a chair. He couldn’t even tell if his eyes were opened or closed.
The same voice that had been haunting him for a few hours decided to speak:
???: y̵̲͘ö̵̡́ǘ̷̹ ̶̯̕t̸̼̃h̴̨̄í̶̥n̷̗̊k̴̖̔ ̴̤̀y̶̳̔o̷̕͜ṵ̸̅’̵̱̊v̸͙̚ë̸̗́ ̴̳͝g̵͕͊o̸̫͐t̴͙̓ ̴͖̉á̸̝ ̶̬̓c̶͚̽h̵̪͂a̴̱͝ǹ̶̥c̷͓̀é̶͖ ̶̳̑ỏ̴̰f̴̞̚ ̸̽ͅe̶̢̚s̵̜̒c̴̳̀a̶̯̍p̸͎̏i̶̲͘n̸͍̏g̷̭͗,̴̗̔ ̸̙̒D̸̏ͅa̷̟͝n̷̲̍t̴̯̅ẹ̵̇?̴̯͝
Dante groaned, and tried to look at wherever the voice was coming from.
Suddenly, the ropes surrounding Dante’s left arm were free. His knife appeared in his hand.
He was supposed to stab himself. It was the only way out.
…but was it really?
If this was Hell, then Dante would probably end up here when he died. The voice was trying to trick him into an eternity of suffering and agony. So instead of plunging the knife into his heart, he used it to cut the ropes he was in. He then took out a lighter he kept in his pocket and used it to see.
The voice kept laughing. Right in Dante’s face. It was annoying, but he knew it was trying to kill him. So he ignored it.
Over in the distance, he saw a mirror. Dante had forgotten what he’d looked like over the past few days. It seemed like he’d had a very long out-of-body experience.
He looked in the mirror, rubbed all the dust off of it, and saw…
not him.
It was him, alright, but it was more dark and twisted. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin and clothing was a dark grey. He looked down at his hands… they were identical to what he saw in the mirror. He had become a demon. He blinked, trying to make sure what he saw was real, and suddenly he turned back to normal.
“Of course that wasn’t real. Right?”
“…remember who you are, Dante.
Remember who you are.”
Dante soon noticed a door at the other side of the room. He opened it, and was met with a stone bridge. A familiar, yet unrecognizable tune could be heard. Dante could have sworn he’d heard it before, but he can’t remember when. Beneath the stone bridge, were giant ditches. No, not ditches. They looked like ditches, but were the size of a ravine. In the ditches, were hundreds of people people. They were dirty, nude, and being tortured by an assortment of demons. They were being whipped, burned, stabbed, and more. It was truly a horrific sight.
…sucks to be them.
Dante walked among the stone bridge when suddenly, a commotion came from inside the house he was in.
He slammed open the door, only to see… himself.
It wasn’t Dante exactly, but rather the demonic one from the mirror. He was tied to that chair, and seemed to be listening to something. Probably that voice again.
Suddenly. the ropes surrounding his right arm disappeared. And a knife appeared in his hand. He cut the ropes surrounding him, in the exact same manner Dante did earlier. Maybe this was the real Dante. Maybe our protagonist was looking in the past. Or maybe we’ve been following a fake Dante all along.
But suddenly, the shadowy Dante rose it’s knife towards it’s chest. It was listening to the voice.
Technically the eighth circle is directly connected to the ninth ring, and the only way to get there without teleportation is through the giants that pop out of the ninth circle.
3 of them wont help you but one will help you get down to the ninth ring of hell.
