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Hands in his pockets, Dante walked amongst the crowd of commuters, all rushing to their next destination. He had to admire their efforts, respecting their intentions to arrive to work on time and never be late. Regular humans had it so easy...he almost felt jealous in a way.
Of course, when it came to work he had his own business to attend to - culling the insufferable hordes of hell so that they will not be allowed to tarnish the world his mother loved so much. Dante had since accepted that he and that damn punk would be the closest thing to a family he had left, a fact he didn’t seem to mind. Although... He could not stake the feeling that he could sense a familiar aura lurking nearby. It...resembled his brother, in a way, and yet at the same time felt utterly different. What on earth was going on?
