Trauma

Dante stood in shock as he looked around the small, shabby apartment. He hadn't been here in years - not since he had run away from his abusive household at the age of 16. But now he was back, transported here against his will.

Memories flooded his mind of his drunk stepfather and his mother, who had been too weak to protect him. He felt the anger blazing from inside him, fueled by the years of pain and neglect that he had endured.

At first, Dante prayed to the gods for help, but they never answered. He had then begged for help from strangers, but they had turned a blind eye to his suffering. And when understood no one was coming to save him, he felt hatred.

Hatred for the strangers who had been indifferent to his pain. Hatred for his mother, who had been too afraid to stand up to his stepfather. And hatred for his father, who had abandoned him and never bothered to show up.

Gradually, though, the hatred had turned to numbness. Dante had learned to shut off his emotions and survive on his own, using his intelligence and skill to make a life for himself.

But now, standing here in the apartment where he had lived through so much trauma, all of those emotions came flooding back. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

In the corner of the room, he spotted two figures lying on the ground. His heart began to race as he slowly approached them. He recognized his mother's matted blonde hair and his stepfather's dirty, torn shirt. Both of them lay silent, motionless.

Dante fell to his knees beside them, his body trembling. He had always fantasized about getting revenge on his stepfather, but he had never actually thought that he would one day be dead at his feet.

As he sat there, he began to feel a strange mixture of emotions. Relief, that he no longer had to live in fear of his stepfather's abuse. Grief, for the mother who had always tried to shield him from the worst of it.Something else, too - a glimmer of hope, that maybe now he could finally put the past behind him and move on. Worst of all, when those emotions died down, the only thing he felt left was indignation for his cowardice, the supposedly most evil person in the world who destroyed the world, still being afraid of a puny mortal.

"Haha... what a loser I am. I really couldn't get over it even when going through it four times," Dante said whilst standing up and wiping his tears with the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Suddenly, his view changed as he was back in the beginner village. He looked around only to see a familiar person... Himself. In what could be the world's shabbiest of rags picking herbs in the garden with what looked to be a look of pure, utter fear visible on his face, a man entered the room with his presence alone, demanding absolute silence from everyone in the garden. Dante was as he looked at how the man with gold-tinted clothes collected herbs from all the other chained individuals till he saw the man reach himself.

"How many herbs have you picked up Dante?" the man said as a smirked with a stone-cold glint in his eyes.

"Five...five...fifteen? "Dante said when suddenly his soul felt a pain unimaginable for humans to feel.

" Ahh, what did I tell you Dante, a slacking slave deserves to be given a boost," the middle-aged man said, slowly removing his glasses revealing his crazed gaze as he unbuttoned his own shirt holding a parchment in his hands with a blue glow to it, taking out a whip simultaneously intending to also physical harm on this skinny-malnourished boy.

Watching this scene that repeated for 5 years since he joined this game, he felt his cold blood start to boil till when he remembered the death he gave this man. His rushed breathing calmed as he once again regained his sense of mind. Causing the scene to shatter before being replaced with another scene. This repeated over and over and over.

This event repeated for what seemed like an eternity for Dante, constantly reminding him of his lows and slowly chipping away at what once was a solid man. When suddenly the evil God's voice reverberated, "Enough!, he has passed this test." Suddenly, this landscape shattered as, for a fraction of a second, revealed what appeared to be a gigantic mansion encompassed in darkness with its door open, revealing a colossal being sitting atop a magnificent throne.

Suddenly he awoke as he felt himself on the gravel-like soil, his mind going into protective mode causing him to forget that whole entire scene, as it was far too much for a measly human to handle. Smelling the air that felt so acidic it was burning his lungs, he realized where he was and immediately jumped to his feet and started running towards where he knew the Heart of darkness was under the cover of the night.

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[Dante Status]

Level:2

Class:N/A

Title:N/A

Bloodline:Human (100%)

(Stats)

Str:3

Sta:8

Agi:4

Spirit:20

Int:12

Wis:9

Luk:10

Avaliable stats:5

[Unique Trait:Vipers Venom(S)]

Comment:A betrayer, only thing special is trait and abnormally high stats.

[Class Change Quest]

Evil Apostle

Rank:SSS

Requirements:Heart of darkness 0/1

Time:12 hours

Rewards:???