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The fight was over, hacked up bodies of the undead were littered all onto the feild. The ground was wet with blood, Dante didn't seem to mind it. He walked to the middle of the feild and stabbed his sword into the ground. The ruby gem on the hilt of the sword was glowing a faint red, the sword was absorbing the blood. Dante waited, silently, for it to finish. He stood there alone thinking, just thinking.

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Dante wiped tears from his eyes, he stood up slowly. Blood covered his hands, he stared at them with a regretful look. ~What.What have I done?~ the question haunted him. Over his shoulder the bodies of 3 villagers all with thier throats slit could be seen, blood still trickling from there motionless bodies. Dante fell to the ground again, he was crying but he was silent.

As Dante picked himself up, he noticed that one of the three bodies was missing, a trail of blood was all that was left. It lead to the forest, Dante was sure that the bodies weren't breathing, this scared him. He picked up one of the villagers scythes and cautiously walked into the forest. The trail of blood had mixed into the earth so he had no idea where he was going. A groan echoed through the forest, Dante froze with fear. he turned around...Nothing. Another groan echoed through the forest, it sounded differet though. He gripped onto his scythe with all his life. A twig snapped a few feet behind him, he immediatley turned around. One of the villagers who he had slain was back on his feet, limping towards Dante, arms out stretched jaw dropped and groaning.
"Stay away!" Dante yelled as he swiped at the villager, he slashed him right across the chest, but the man kept limping towards him. Two more could be seen, limping towards Dante, ~what are they.. what have i done?~ he kept thinking. Dante slashed at him again, the man's hand was sliced off, but he kept coming.

Dante ran back a few meters, then fell to the ground crying.
"I'm going to die here.. I don't want to die...I won't die!" he yelled, he snapped his fngers and spoke something he himself couldn't understand. Suddenly a sword made for soild flames appeared in both his hands. He charged the 3 undead villagers. He stabbed the first one in his chest then slowly pulled upwards until the flame blade reappeared out of the villagers head. The other 2 continued to approach Dante, "Learn from his mistakes..Leave..." They didn't respond. "Very well then.. Face my wrath.." he whipsered softly. He threw both the swords into the ground infront of the 2 undeads, he said something. The twin blades suddenly vanished all that was left was a hole. Dante smiled, "Burn in hell..." he said. Red hot metal chains appearred from the holes, wrapping themselves aroudn the undead, they slowly drew back into the hole with the undeads.

Dante left the forest, blood covered his clothes. Had he regretted what he'd just done? Dante moved his hair out of his eyes and smiled... He regretted nothing..

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Dante's thought were inturrupted when the ground was dried completly of all its blood, the swords blood-lust was satisfied. He took it out of the ground and put it back in its sheath. He hummed a tune to himself as he continued his journey, ~a few more weeks.. thats all. Then- then this nightmare will all be over..~ he thought. He smiled at the thought. Dante put his hood over his eyesand buttoned up his coat, the sword was concealed as were his eyes. He put his hands in his pockets and walked down the road, he occasionally he looked up at the moon admiring its beauty. As he walked the question still burned in his mind, 'What have I done?' he disregarded it and continued...