???: W̷̙͠H̸̖̍Y̴̮̅ ̶͉̇A̷̬͗R̸͕͝Ê̵̫ ̶̳͊Y̸̝͗O̸͇̕U̷̫̐ ̴̺͘H̵̡͗Ḛ̴̆R̷̜̈́E̸̦̊,̶̺̒ ̸̲̌D̶̺̿Ạ̸̒N̵͈͘Ť̸̠E̵̤͑
The voice was not coming from someone, or Dante’s own consciousness. He realized… it was coming from Hell itself. Hell was not a place. It was a giant super-organism. And it had malicious intent. Dante was struck with fear and intimidation. And although he never spoke, he found it necessary to speak to it.
Dante: …wh-wha-w… w-what are you?
???: T̸̹̀H̸̕͜A̷̛̙T̵̨͋ ̷͈̈́D̸̩̏O̶͇̿E̸̙͋S̸͙̋ ̷̙͝N̵̨̄O̵̟̎T̴͆ͅ ̵̭̇Ŗ̸̐E̵̬͘G̵̻̓A̸̹̕R̶̯̾Ḍ̵̕ ̶͎̓Y̷̡͆O̴͉͝U̸̧͑.̴̦̄ ̴̬̔A̸̝͑L̵̻̄L̴̠͌ ̴̯̀Y̴͇̊O̷̳̓Ụ̵̋ ̴͉̎N̸͙̅Ẻ̵̜E̴͚͐D̸̨͐ ̵͍͌Ț̴͘O̵̹̐ ̸͎̆K̷̢͘N̵͎͝Ȍ̶ͅẄ̵́͜ ̸͎̒Í̷̝S̵̮͘ ̸̲͆T̶̛͖H̶̯͐Ǎ̵̻T̸̜̍ ̶͎̄H̵̭̆É̶͖ ̶͈͝Ǐ̶̱S̷̘͘ ̴̛͙C̴̙̒O̷̜͐M̴͉̈I̶̯̍N̷̓͜G̴̻͝ ̵͎̓S̷̗͝Ö̶̫́Ô̴̞N̶͈͆.̸͍̒
Dante: …who?
???, but like a different being: Me.
Dante suddenly felt a trident pierce through his spine. He groaned in pain. He looked behind him, and saw…
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The thing from Dante’s past. No. Not now. It couldn’t be here now…
…it all made sense now.