Ursus
It had been a month since Dante had taken it upon himself to save his sister-in-law and his nephew from the evil claws that were heading their way. He had constantly been on the lookout for any demon spawns but to this day he had seen nothing more horrific than Beatrice's screaming and the consistency of her recurring nightmares.
"Well, if her problem is nightmares then I am hardly the solution."
The only possibility that looked even remotely feasible to Dante about this situation was that she had some serious psychotic delusions or as he liked to say in her mind "This bitch be...cuckoo".
Lately, her dreams had been getting more frightening and her manic depression was crossing the limits of what she was capable of enduring; not only her limits but those of Dante as well.
It was to the point that he started thinking of ditching her and running off into the sunset where a world filled with hope, rainbows and beautiful goddesses lay in wait for him.
Every time Dante had the thought of leaving, he stopped himself from actually carrying it out thinking of the tiniest possibility that he was wrong about her.
Failing Vergil was bad enough already, he wasn't capable of carrying the guilt of failing Vergil's son as well. He vowed to do every possible effort to protect the unborn child from calamity.
BUT that sentiment was something else and the freak show which had become his daily routine was something else entirely in Dante's dictionary.
It wasn't as if it was all bad. He did have some fun prying the details of her relationship with Vergil whenever Beatrice was lucid enough to answer him properly.
When she was not busy screaming like some heroine in a cheap horror flick, Beatrice could be very mysterious and bewitching.
Sometimes Dante had the thought that she might have been cut out from the same cloth as his brother. They were basically two peas in a pod. They had the same "qualities" of being miserly with words and the perfect pretense of standing away from normal human interactions and societal needs.
When encountering these two, if someone could look into Dante's mind then they would be able to find something along the lines of "Look at you being all cheap and miserly with your words, you anti-social cheapskates. Nobody's going to steal your words if you speak; they aren't made of gold or anything." These thoughts would definitely come with a lot of curses and spam content though.
The whole day he lounged at home, HER home like a security guard with nothing to guard from. It was surprisingly tough for him.
It would have been better if Lady had agreed to come along for the job but "that bitch" had betrayed him at the final moment to do "something important".
The only time Dante ever went outside was to run errands to satisfy Beatrice's cravings. It was not very long ago that he had wanted to stay home all the time, but after coming here he had dreamt of going and staying out every single moment that he lay awake listening to her screams.
Looking at her ordering whatever she wanted, Dante had come to understand only one thing; "They don't get THAT fat without reason."
Though he felt the errands to be troublesome, somehow he carried them out without uttering any obscenities, which for the record surprised even himself. He had never thought he was capable of carrying out such noble tasks.
The month passed by without any incident. "Only five more to go"...when he thought of the remaining time until he could run far away from this loathsome job, he could only fall into more despair.
He didn't want his nephew to be in any danger, but staying around idling at home wasn't something he was made to do. Dante needed some action every once in a while. He wondered how that mad woman even found him.
"It can't be Vergil since he didn't even know that I was alive at the time. So who could it be?"
...
Beatrice did not know whether she was in her senses or not. She did not want to believe it but it was not the first time this happened to her and she became convinced that it was real.
An ANGEL; a real angel appeared in one of her dreams.
He called himself Ursus and appeared no different than a human except for having really good looks and a divine aura in the shape of golden wings behind his back. They seemed to be the dividing line that separated him from the mortal world.
Beatrice was thinking that nobody will be able to understand what she was going through but Ursus did; he surprisingly understood her better than any other human could have. He not only understood her agony but also sympathized with her.
Hearing this was akin to Beatrice's world being torn apart by chaotic maelstrom with her at its center. For the first time that night she heard her own piercing screams as they tore and clawed at the silence of the night.
When she first encountered Ursus in her nightmare, she had thought it to be her usual recurring nightmare with a slight twist just as the demons liked it. The demon this time turned out to be quite the handsome devil. Maybe the demons wanted to enjoy a new dish of her despair this time.
She felt it to be odd but her hysteria soon took over and she went raving mad in her nightmare as she began her screaming and cursing in the most guttural and feral voice possible. It was the only method she had at her disposal to cope with what was going to follow next.
...
It was Ursus who confirmed her suspicions regarding her nightmares being a prophecy in the making. What she had been seeing every night was in fact a revelation of the future instead of a nightmare and it was going to happen...in reality...to her.
It was not until Ursus revealed that heartbreaking truth that reality truly broke through to her and she came to fully understand her predicament. What she had thought to be a case of anxiety and depression just became imminent mortal danger for herself and her child.
Thankfully, Ursus threw her into the deepest abyss only to give her a way to climb out of despair on her own. He had left her clues; two of them. One was a name and the other was supposedly a location...but she hadn't heard of any such place in all her wanderings.