Dante stood over the body Macaber. His nemesis had finally admitted defeat. "Macaber Insomnia letting you go would only cause greater suffering to this world and yet..." Dante shook his head to clear his head. His mortal enemy was laying defeated in front of him. It was Dante's duty to strike him down and kill him. So why? Why did his sword hesitate? Why did his spear quiver in doubt. It felt like the gods themselves did not wish to kill him. Was it because he had seen enough death? That had to be it. "Take your army of darkness with you and return to the hell you call home. You are here by banished from the realm of mortals. If you ever return you will pay with your pitiful life. Now begone foul wraith." His voice had softened as he spoke. He owed to much to this being in front of him. Macaber had granted aid to Dante several times. At Winsa and Coln. He had caused the deaths of thousands yet his sense of justice would not allow him to fully kill the wraith.
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