Diary1

Sparda's Diary  //  By: DevilHunterTrish


Chapter 1 - From Sparda’s Diaries.

It was one of the weekdays. I was going home from work, walking along the dark, empty pavement. Sometimes I quickened my steps as I wanted to get home soon. I wanted to see Eva, see her angelic, pretty face; look into her large green eyes, deep and velvet; touch her hot, tender lips and embrace her gentle, gracious body. I wanted to see my little nippers, Vergil and Dante; wanted to hug them tight and mess their silver, scruffy hair; wanted to hear their silly, tiny yells as I entered the house. Just wanted to see my family. They are everything to me, my whole world, my whole life.
But some vague, uncomfortable feeling was coming over me, a feeling of something bad, a feeling of impending doom. The streets were getting darker as darkness was closing in. I just heard rhythmical noise caused by my quick footsteps. But this slight noise abated as I stopped when I recognized the shadow of a figure, following me. I turned around but it disappeared in deep darkness. Something is going to happen...?... I smell the distinct smell of death.
I got home. I entered the house, I longed for it so much. But the house was dark too. It was not as colorful as it used to be. Eva was not sending out rays of rainbow and harmony. She was tense, I saw fear in her eyes. Kids greeted me with yells, as always. But it was not funny anymore. Atmosphere was strained. Something is going to happen...?...
I was sitting near fireplace and watching the fire burn and fade away in air. I closed my eyes and went down deep in thoughts. They were coming. I stood up and rushed to Eva, brought Dante and Vergil to her and handed their little hands to Eva’s. She understood that something was going to happen. I hugged them tight, like I wanted when I was walking in the street. But when I entered home I didn’t do it. Then I kissed them on foreheads and messed their scruffy hairs. Both looked at me surprised and scared.
- Everything’s going to be alright. I promise.
I embraced Eva’s gracious body and kissed her tender lips. She did not want to leave me. She could not think. She did not know what to do. She did not realize she had to run away with kids as fast as she could. There was no time to think; they broke in the house.
- I love you.
I pushed them to another room and locked the door. I took my sword and faced them. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. But I really didn’t want it to happen now, so soon. I really don’t remember what happened over there. I do remember that it was just full of blood and violence. They were too many. I couldn’t handle them. I felt as my body was getting cold and colder and as I was getting weak and weaker. My vision was distorting, blurring. The piercing noise was growing and growing, breaking my ear drums. I was fading away like the fire.
Now, I really want to see Eva, see her angelic, pretty face; look into her large green eyes, deep and velvet; touch her hot, tender lips and embrace her gentle, gracious body. I want to see Vergil and Dante; want to hug them tight and mess their silver, scruffy hair, once again; want to hear their silly, tiny yells. But I see nothing. It’s too bright, so much light and silent.