Hm.
It's all what you make of it. And that, really, is all there is to it. You can choose to list to the side, or you can choose to pick yourself up and dust yourself off and find yourself again. And since you will allow no one to assist in the matter, that, I'm afraid, is all.
Because, regardless of what you think, you have much, did you not know?
Take it as you will.
You have a father that, had he only the ability, one of the few outside of his grasp, would take away every travesty ever committed against you, your mother, and your brother, and would do what he could now, if he thought it would be accepted.
You have a mother who would love you the way a mother should, would you let her, and whose heart breaks every time she is shunned.
You have a brother whose love for your is so great, he challenged Hell itself for your honor. Not for mortals. Not to protect this plane of existance. But for you. Who would do it again should he have to, without blinking. And yet prepares to be your executioner, should the time come. Did you know he and I had a nice, long chat not too terribly long ago? Well, I fathom not. But it was very poignant. I don't suppose the details are very important, at least not now. Rather...Well. Suffice it to say that it is a duty he takes upon himself, wanting others to be left out of it. He's proven himself. I can't argue his points. Me. An eons old demon, cannot argue the kind of logic his love for family spawns. It's almost amusing.
So you tell me. Why must you try so hard?
I have a father, who would do all of that for me. That has done much for humanity itself, who has participated in creating life, and sustaining it. Who shunned his own personal selfishness to leave his family, to do what he thought was right, in an act far more selfless than any god, angel or demon before him has shown.
I have a mother, who would do all of that for me. Who has taken on, with her mortal body, the force of a religion. Who has devoted herself eternally to family. Who has died for them, who has suffered in her eternal form for that family, and is ready to do so again. And even with her aches and pains that come with her aging body, continues to try to do what she can.
I have a brother, who would do all that for me. Who has done, all that, for me. Who is ready... to do that... for me. Who is what he is because of me. Who doesn't smile the way he used to because of me. Who used to be a vibrant soul, but is no more because of me. Who will, forever, be more... suitable for the eternal life blessed into his body than I ever will be, who will forever have a purpose bound to his soul, and then some, as baggage, until the day I am dead.
And then there is me. Former slave and puppet of a cult, only to fall and become a slave and puppet to the realm that the cult meant for me to dominate.
So, here I sit, with power. With knowledge. ... Amongst dusty books, in a small apartment. With wealth locked away that I will never touch, that I suppose one day I'll give to Ophelia and Dante. With broken memories that I can't sift through, unable to even remember my age or my birthday. Sometimes... I forget my... heh... full name...
So tell me... Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, husband to the famous demon huntress Eva Spencer, father to the second champion over Hell, Dante...
Why... do you believe I try so hard? Why do you believe I stew here, day in, day out, contemplating ways to make the day a little less droll, as it rolls along. Contemplating how I might be able to take my own head if it gets to be too much...
I destroy families. I'm not a part of them.
Because, regardless of what you think, you have much, did you not know?
Take it as you will.
You have a father that, had he only the ability, one of the few outside of his grasp, would take away every travesty ever committed against you, your mother, and your brother, and would do what he could now, if he thought it would be accepted.
You have a mother who would love you the way a mother should, would you let her, and whose heart breaks every time she is shunned.
You have a brother whose love for your is so great, he challenged Hell itself for your honor. Not for mortals. Not to protect this plane of existance. But for you. Who would do it again should he have to, without blinking. And yet prepares to be your executioner, should the time come. Did you know he and I had a nice, long chat not too terribly long ago? Well, I fathom not. But it was very poignant. I don't suppose the details are very important, at least not now. Rather...Well. Suffice it to say that it is a duty he takes upon himself, wanting others to be left out of it. He's proven himself. I can't argue his points. Me. An eons old demon, cannot argue the kind of logic his love for family spawns. It's almost amusing.
So you tell me. Why must you try so hard?
I have a father, who would do all of that for me. That has done much for humanity itself, who has participated in creating life, and sustaining it. Who shunned his own personal selfishness to leave his family, to do what he thought was right, in an act far more selfless than any god, angel or demon before him has shown.
I have a mother, who would do all of that for me. Who has taken on, with her mortal body, the force of a religion. Who has devoted herself eternally to family. Who has died for them, who has suffered in her eternal form for that family, and is ready to do so again. And even with her aches and pains that come with her aging body, continues to try to do what she can.
I have a brother, who would do all that for me. Who has done, all that, for me. Who is ready... to do that... for me. Who is what he is because of me. Who doesn't smile the way he used to because of me. Who used to be a vibrant soul, but is no more because of me. Who will, forever, be more... suitable for the eternal life blessed into his body than I ever will be, who will forever have a purpose bound to his soul, and then some, as baggage, until the day I am dead.
And then there is me. Former slave and puppet of a cult, only to fall and become a slave and puppet to the realm that the cult meant for me to dominate.
So, here I sit, with power. With knowledge. ... Amongst dusty books, in a small apartment. With wealth locked away that I will never touch, that I suppose one day I'll give to Ophelia and Dante. With broken memories that I can't sift through, unable to even remember my age or my birthday. Sometimes... I forget my... heh... full name...
So tell me... Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, husband to the famous demon huntress Eva Spencer, father to the second champion over Hell, Dante...
Why... do you believe I try so hard? Why do you believe I stew here, day in, day out, contemplating ways to make the day a little less droll, as it rolls along. Contemplating how I might be able to take my own head if it gets to be too much...
I destroy families. I'm not a part of them.