Beatrice's Madness

Dante could hardly believe what he was seeing. An eight and a half month pregnant woman was holding a blood red knife in both her hands and the baby was lying right in front of her like meat on the chopping block.

The mad gleam in the eyes of the woman was enough for Dante to determine what she intended to do.

But before he could make a move, the woman got flustered and stabbed the knife towards the child as if by mistake.

Blood splattered across the floor and woman's hands were soaked in the blood of the child.

A chilling laughter escaped her mouth while the bloodthirst had yet to vanish from her expressions. Dante had seen Beatrice many times before this and had always found her to be either terrified beyond imagination or beautiful beyond imagination.

This was the first time he was witnessing her in this fashion.

Dante felt both angry and sad at the same time.

"You bastard couldn't have found someone else. You had to look for the most psychotic and murderous bitch out of all the people in the whole city of Fortuna. On top of that you left her all alone here for me to handle."

His brother had really chosen the wrong person to sire his child with.

As usual Dante had to clean up after him all over again.

While Dante was wallowing in grief and anger, Beatrice remained unfazed by the act that she had committed and continued to pour the dripping blood from her fingers in the glass vial while chanting something in demonic language.

There was a hoarse scream and Dante could feel that the soul of the child had been restricted and bound in that glass vial.

He could not watch anymore.

As soon as he made a move, the knife in Beatrice's hand moved towards her own belly.

"Don't you dare move. I will kill your nephew if you dare to take a single step."

Dante felt powerless all of a sudden as if he had been bound by tough chains. He wanted to let that baby be born safely. He had been unable to save Virgil previously and now the same thing was happening with his child.

"I can't believe I fell for the lies you sold to us previously. Why…just why did you have to do this? You said that you wanted to save your child…then why are you going around killing other people's children? Can't you feel their pain?"

Dante could see her expression twist further in rage. She looked at him with piercing eyes meant to stab him through and uttered words that lowered the temperature of the surroundings.

"It's all because of you. If you had believed me earlier, I wouldn't have had to resort to this. Do you think I like murdering little children? I did all this to save my own child. I did it to save your nephew from the demons."

Dante looked at her and for the first time he was completely sure that the woman was cuckoo to the core.

"Are they the same demons that you are sacrificing the children to?"

Dante could see her flustering visibly at the mention of demons and knew that he had hit the jackpot.

"What did you do? What did you promise them?"

"You don't have to worry about that. You see, I have done all that they had wanted me to do. Just a little bit is left and if you decide to help me out, then I can be done with it right now."

Zavier couldn't understand what she meant by that.

"How is this b*tch even thinking that I would still help her out? Is her brain full of sh*t or something? F*ck, I just had to get involved in this."

When he was done cursing on the inside, he asked her what she meant by her earlier comment.

"Why do you need my help? Aren't you doing great on your own?"

"No, this is something that only you can do."

"What is it?"

"Give me some of your blood. I need some to complete the ritual. I promise you that I mean you no harm despite the way you treated me all this time."

Dante looked at her and the knife in her hand that was still pointed towards her belly and let out a loud sigh as if he had relented to her demand.

"Fine, don't hurt the child. I will do as you say."

Dante started to move towards Beatrice while folding his coat sleeve upwards.

As soon as he came within range, the crazed woman almost jumped at the opportunity to draw blood from his wrist using the knife in her hand.

Of course that was a big mistake.

Dante spun her wrist and pried the knife out of her hands with enough force to break her wrist completely from the socket.

He had to put a stop to the play that had been going on for too long. Dante had already established that Beatrice was not going to hurt her child no matter what he did; after all in her own twisted way she was trying to protect her child.

In the struggle, the vial that she had been holding in her hand fell from her grasp and broke after contacting the ground.

A loud shriek accompanied the crash landing as if Beatrice had lost her soul along with the vial.

Beatrice finally crossed the threshold into ultimate realm of madness if there was such a thing. Just when Dante thought that she could not get any crazier, she proved him wrong.

Her eyes were bloodshot; nostrils flaring constantly like that of a crazed beast, her killing intent had almost materialized due to the density of the emotions that she displayed at that moment.

"Why couldn't you have just gone along with it? I wasn't asking for much, just a little blood wouldn't have hurt you."

With her sorrowful words the crazy meter continued to rise and Dante could feel the terror oozing out of her.