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There are a lot of things that one goes through in life. When you have kids, you hope to watch them grow up and yet, when you do, you want time to slow down…you want to spend all the time and then some with them. You want to be there, right there, by their side every waking moment. You want to watch over them, be their guardian, no matter what—good or bad. However, you also want to see them become adults. To see them get married, have kids of their own, and laugh in their face over the shit they’re going to go through with their children.
However…some folks don’t get that luxury of being able to watch their kids grow up. All of the little things in life that we take for granted. You can have all that robbed from you in an instant. Hell, you can even find out that your significant other was hiding their pregnancy from you as a surprise. A good surprise, though. The point is, is that you never know what’s coming for you right around the corner. It can be good or bad. It could be a Mack Truck coming for you head on, or it could be the folks that give out big cardboard checks and balloons. I still wish I got to see those guys but oh well.
Many lives get turned upside down, destroyed, and end. Family. Having a family was something I never knew. Something I never got to experience. I believed you were dead…for all these years. I thought my world had ended back then. Even after I “woke up” I had a hard time dealing with all the rage…anger…and vengeance. I wanted to make those responsible pay for taking you away from me. To make those sons of bitches sorry for ever having messed with us. And most of all, for tearing us apart…for making me miss out on so many years of being with you and…and Dante. I missed out on our son becoming a man, taking responsibility for his actions, and holding his own against a rather feminine looking Hellspawn that calls himself Diana.
I know he thinks ill of me, believing whatever it was the Council made him believe. Though, I am hopeful that I can get him to change his mind. I just hope that with your help, some way, somehow, we’ll make things right…and then we can be a family for once.
The Bear God opened his eyes to the sight of Dante leaping through the air at Diablo. His mighty paw clutched his wife’s amulet. He could feel the emotions swell up within, making attempts to stifle the surges of emotion.
“Dante,” he muttered.
“So, I know you guys are his family and all but are we gonna stand here and watch him play with ‘Big Red’ or are we gonna have some fun too?” Ben remarked.
“Sin feels he can handle Diablo himself. Let’s watch for now.” Rubricon replied.
“It would be a dishonor to step in now. Let the boy fight with life and love.” Kronam sat down on a rock and crossed his arms, watching the fight.
Rubricon looked to the Might Bear God, “You need to keep it together. If you snap here, it’s not going to end well for any of us, including Dante.”
The Bear God gritted his teeth. He was unreachable now and was lost in visions that plagued his mind and sight. Rubricon sighed. ”
Rubricon sighed. “You three better get ready, just in case.”
Ben cocked his head, “What do you mean?”
“In case we have to knock some sense into him.” Rubricon motioned towards the shaking Bear.
Ben looked at Sin, then at Rubricon. “Can I just take his power instead?”
“No, Ben,” Rubricon replied.
“Can I have his room?” Ben asked.
“No, Ben,” Rubricon replied again.
To Sin, their voices had long drowned out. Visions of time with his wife came and went. Visions of his torture, his wife’s torture, his imprisonment, and his awakening. He remembered how he felt when he first emerged. He remembered the red haze…
Heavy panting became snarls of anger and ferocity. The Bear God had succumbed to the evil and anger within. All according to his plan.
Diablo chuckled to himself. “Ah, it seems my knight in shining armor has arrived.”
Dante swung again at the monster wildly.
Kid, you couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn with the state you’re in.
How about you shut up and let me fight!
Look, I know you are going through a tough time and all, with it being that time of the month for you, but you’re gonna have to listen to me, kid. I know what I am talking about…since, well, I have degrees, a 4.0 GPA. Oh, and I created everything in existence here.
I thought you said you didn’t create Diablo?
Does it matter? Look, things can be retconned and changed to whatever I want, alright? Plus, I could have been drunk when I made him, or when I made the mini-god that made him. I don’t know! Just listen to me, though, alright? Because in a little bit, your dad’s going to come charging up and the shit is going to hit the fan.
I told you already, don’t talk—
Yeah, yeah, “Don’t talk about my father. Wah, wah.” Get over it, kid. Stop acting like a whiny little bitch and be a fucking man. Who cares what happened in the past? Do something about the future, and start by listening to your goddamn creator!
Dante swung the sword again, landing a sound blow against Diablo.
“Argh! My arm! You little shit! I’ll make you pay for that!” Diablo roared.
In a swift motion, Diablo swatted Dante with the back of his hand and sent him crashing to the dirt. And then it happened. What Rubricon feared the most came true. A thunderous roar rolled across the Wasteland.
“Try to restrain him!” Rubricon yelled.
The mighty bear flung his comrades off him easily. He leaped through the air and landed in front of Diablo, just as Dante reached his feet.
Diablo grinned malevolently. “Meet my new…puppet.”
Dante spat on the ground. “Am I supposed to know who that is?”
“What’s the matter? You don’t recognize your father, Dante?” Diablo smiled.
Dante’s eyes widened. “What—what did you say?”
With superior dexterity and grace, the Bear God roared ferociously and lunged for his son, hurling his massive paw forth.