✖ Dante ✖ Mission Fourteen: White Fairy
[Dante had woken up to a barren city without a bed, furniture, or so much as a light bulb inside the house he was occupying. The devil-boy was sitting with his back against the wall, the morning sun coming in through the curtain-less windows illuminating the barren bedroom the communicator was recording. Dante wasn't alone, there were two others in the room but they didn't seem to be awake. Hell, they didn't really seem to be alive.]
Wake up, guys. Just wake up, all ready.
[His voice sounded hoarse and thick with fatigue. His head was bowed down as he held it up with another hand. He had stayed up for nights guarding them and it was barely starting to sink in that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't wake up. Willow and Sam had disappeared. What if his family did to?]
No, no. Just wake up. Wake the hell up, guys. You need to wake up. Please, wake up...
[Silence. He heaves a sigh and just rolls his head the other way.]
Damn it, SAMM, you had to take the booze now.
Wake up, guys. Just wake up, all ready.
[His voice sounded hoarse and thick with fatigue. His head was bowed down as he held it up with another hand. He had stayed up for nights guarding them and it was barely starting to sink in that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't wake up. Willow and Sam had disappeared. What if his family did to?]
No, no. Just wake up. Wake the hell up, guys. You need to wake up. Please, wake up...
[Silence. He heaves a sigh and just rolls his head the other way.]
Damn it, SAMM, you had to take the booze now.