27 - Amusing.

[darknightsparda]

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!

Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites,

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[crimsonhuntress]

Love, I believe we have spawned the Sons of the Dark Prince himself. And no, the irony is not lost here.

[darknightsparda]

I should hope it wouldn't be.

However, you say this why?

[crimsonhuntress]

... Mm, nevermind.

[darknightsparda]

Oh, they're terrible little monsters, that I don't deny. But...Really, did you honestly expect the three of use to escape our various hells should we finally meet our fate?

[crimsonhuntress]

Not precisely what I meant, love...

[darknightsparda]

Then, please, Eva-love...Do enlighten me?

[crimsonhuntress]

'twasn't important.

[darknightsparda]

Do not be so taciturn. Share.

[crimsonhuntress]

It will bore you, love, and I do not wish to do that.

[darknightsparda]

Eva...Dearest...

If I thought it was going to bore me, I wouldn't have asked. You know this.

[crimsonhuntress]

I...

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Our sons, Sparda...

[darknightsparda]

...I know.

I can offer no excuses, nor any consolation in the matter, for the simple fact my...Absence had as much to do with it as their own decisions.

And now...Well...Nevermind that.

[crimsonhuntress]

I blame myself. You did as you felt was best.

I just... Sparda...

[darknightsparda]

Eva, seriously. As though you could have honestly helped this.

No, the blame rests with me. There have been more than enough oppurtunities in the past to correct what was wronged, yet I chose not to. And that, my dear, is God's honest truth.

Tell me what you wish for me to do, Eva.

[crimsonhuntress]

I should have... nevermind.

For how long did you stalk the wretches that threatened our sons, Sparda?

What is there to do? Neither care... And I simply... It hurts, Sparda. For the love of the Lord, it hurts so much. Our children, the children we should have protected at all costs, are... ...It feels as though my heart will collapse on itself it hurts so horribly...

[darknightsparda]

Eva. There was no more you could do. Let it rest. You did more than most.

For too long. I lost track of the years. Even now, they exist, on the fringes. It is not over yet.

Again, I do not know what to say to you. For all practical purposes, it does seem as such. They will not listen to me, for I am little more than a threat, apparently. And you 'smother'. Yet...

...

I know not what to say. Nor what to do. Forgive me, I am a bit rusty at this.