Dante's consciousness floated in the void for what felt like an eternity. He dreamed he was lying at the bottom of a pool of blood, countless decaying hands dragging him into the abyss.
Those hands belonged not only to his fallen Blood Angel offspring but also to countless mortals beyond counting. They emerged from the viscous blood plasma, their faces gnawed by the insect swarm screaming silently as if cursing and questioning him.
He kneeled by the edge of the blood pool, tears streaming down his face, constantly confessing and apologizing.
It wasn't until a soothing breath pierced his chest cavity that he snapped his eyes open.
"Wonderful, you're awake."
Dante could hear the speaker's excitement.
It was his battle brother, the Blood Angels' Pharmacist.
He was very familiar with his medical officer, naturally.
However, standing beside the medical officer was someone he didn't recognize.
Yet, looking at him felt... 'familiar'.
