There Dante sat in the courtyard, seemingly lost in his own thoughts as he appeared to look at nothing in particular. His cigarette leaving a long trail of ash at the end showing how he hadn't moved in a while. Dante hadn't even noticed the fact he no longer alone in the green, open field. He battled within his own mind, delusions riddling every crevice of his mind. Every moment spent fighting off the urge to follow the voices commands. Each word it spoke seemed to be more and more reasonable. Falling slowly to his demons and further from him. And further from his Sweet Emilia. There he sat, like a statue on the bench, in the battle field of his mind.

[b][i]"Dante... Why do you resist me..? I only want to help..."[/i][/b] The voice soothed his tone, like a sirens whisper.

"That is a lie..." He thought to himself in response.

[b][i]"No Dante... I want to reunite you will Emilia.... Don't you want that?"[/i][/b]

"You don't Care about Emilia!" Dante snapped back, fuel raging violently in his veins as the voice spoke of her name.

[b][i]"That is not true, Dante.. I am you... How could I not care for Darling Emilia.."[/i][/b]

"You are nothing like me! Just a vile voice in my head..."

[b][i]"When will you learn.. I am you. I always have been.... Just finally speaking up... trying to reason with your own desires.."[/i][/b]

"No.."

[b][i]"If you listen to me.... We can become strong.. We can bring Emilia back..."[/i][/b]

"Emilia would want nothing of your vile nature..."

[b][i]"She loves you, Dante.. She wants nothing more than to return to you.. She wouldn't hate you for bringing her back..."[/i][/b]

"Not at the cost you require..."

[b][i]"I do not ask for much, Dante.... Let me in... We can break free of this prison.. We can go together, find Emilia.. Isn't that what you want..?"[/i][/b]

Suddenly a shove came at Dante's shoulder, shaking him from his thoughts. The jostle broke the line of ash free of the cigarette to drop to the floor. Dante looked up only to find Greg, his nurse with a newly forming bruise along his jaw.

"I am talking to you!" Greg reminded sternly, not seeming in any mood to repeat himself.

"What do you want?" Dante asked rather sharply, his brows narrowing. He wasn't in the mood to be bothered. He had plenty more on his mind than to deal with the nurse.

"We have the rest of the Asylum to tour. Now get up! I won't ask again." He retorted harshly.

Dante's jaw clenched tight, he could taste the faint hint of blood coming from his gums under the pressure. "[i]Fyr..[/i]" Dante hissed through his teeth as a ball of flame began to form and swirl in his palm. Before he could strike a sudden pain sear into his chest as if each of his ribs were slowly beginning to crack. The ball of flame died out as he gripped his sides and toppled in on himself. His breath halted, unable to breath through the pain. Suddenly the pain vanished and he gulped for air, panted and wheezing as he still held onto himself. He looked up at the nurse, his eyes blood shot from the strain. He noticed the nurses eyes suddenly fade back to its normal color from a strange purple glow.

"What the [i]FUCK[/i] did you do to me!?" Dante demanded through panted breath, receiving a wide grin from the man standing over him.

"You didn't think you were the only person here with tricks, did you?" He laughed at the thought. "I guess you could say my special brand, if you will, of magic involves blood. Once I have come across your DNA anytime within the following twenty-four hours I can manipulate it to my will. Make your cells attack themselves or even simply stop flowing. And we have plenty of your DNA from arrival day Dante. Feel free to remember to behave." He stated cynically before taking Dante from under the arm and forcing him to his feet. With a shove at the back he was pushed into a walk. Dante stumbled a bit from the shove though maintained his footing. This only pissed Dante off more. 

Dante let his arms drop down to his sides once more, looking ahead of him as he was ushered out of the courtyard. His eyes falling upon the white haired woman that seemed to be in company. He might have tried a bit of flirtation if he weren't in such a foul mood. He pushed through the doorway and turned down the hall as instructed.

[b][i]"Maybe if you would listen to me we could have killed him..."[/i][/b] The voice reminded with bloody delight.

"Shut up..." Dante whispered under his breath.