Nightmares

"We're under attack!" Someone screamed... Till this day he didn't know who? Did he die first?

Screams of terror from those whom it was too late, those capable fighting back stood fighting a losing battle, Danté saw the flashes of lightning, fire sprawling over the dark sky with roars like dragons and the hiss and snarls of the fiends swarming them.

Then his mother and father... Next to each other as always, as he remembers them in life, dying together by the grips and bites of vampires.

"Fuck!" He screamed shaking in his chair, Xena and Nightingale looked at him confused, he was breathless, sweating and bewildered.

"Are you okay?" Xena asked.

"Y– yes it was just a nightmare" he said rubbing his face.

It has been a while since he had that one, Danté realised no matter how much time passed it was edged into his mind like stone carvings.

He rubbed his arms free of the sweat then lifted his hand to press the attendant button.

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